The director is a god... stick!

69 The end of the grudge

An incomparably huge shadow blocked in front of him.

He looked up, and saw a panda that was as big as half of the movie hall, covering his body at this moment, holding him behind his bear's paw like a treasure, being careful not to get hurt. to a single hair on him.

But such a big guy is not so gentle to other people in the theater.

No matter how big the cinema hall is, such a large space is suddenly taken up, and other people are forced to squeeze into the remaining small space without even playing, whether it is Taoist cultivators or the followers of the Three Gods Sect, they all complained incessantly .

"Where is the demon cultivator, so unreasonable, isn't the demon cultivator in charge of other theaters?"

"Oh my god! Don't squeeze me... who the hell stepped on my foot?"

"If you dare to squeeze over again, don't blame the Gu worm in my hand for being ruthless!"

"You little brats of the Three Gods Sect, I will bite you to death if I can't kill you..."

These chaotic voices did not disturb Xiao Baimo. At this moment, the huge panda lowered its head, sniffed the trail leader hidden by itself with its wet nose, then raised its head, and stared dangerously at Xuanying in front of it.

"puff!"

Xuan Yi suddenly couldn't hold back a laugh.

The giant panda looked down at him suspiciously.

Xuan Yi quickly waved his hand: "Don't worry about me, I just think... your face doesn't suit you well... Cough cough, so serious..."

Xiao Baimo: "..."

There was a hint of protest and anger on the plush face of the giant panda.

Xuan Yi: "Pfft... yes, just this expression!"

Xiao Baimo: "..."

He turned back into a human form with a blank face, still the cool actor who is facing the wind.

Xuan Yi regretfully withdrew his rua hairy hand.

At this moment, Xuan Ying, who was standing opposite the two, suddenly said "oh", as if she finally recognized Xiao Baimo's identity: "So it's you."

He glanced at the other party's arm meaningfully, and said sarcastically, "The injury on your arm is healed?"

Xiao Baimo had a private fight with Xuanying before, and the opponent had the upper hand.

At this time, facing Xuanying's ridicule, he said coldly: "The subordinates you have deployed outside have basically all been captured, and you still want to resist?"

The sarcasm on Xuanying's face was even worse: "I'm stubbornly resisting, me?"

Following his words, a gust of black air gushed out from the sleeve of his bony right arm, filling the entire cinema in an instant.

It was pure blackness, pure darkness, and pure coldness, any light was swallowed by this black air, and in the wet and sticky cold, only dots of white flickering remained.

At first glance at these white dots in the black, you will only have the illusion that these are stars in the night sky. It is not until you walk in that you suddenly realize that these white things are actually pale eyeballs, suspended by strands of blood. Blink in the darkness.

Black and cold enveloped everyone everywhere, regardless of whether they were members of the Three Gods religion or Taoist cultivators, there were only bursts of miserable crying echoing in people's ears.

In the chaotic darkness here, Xuan Yi can only find some warmth in the wet and sticky darkness by holding hands with Xiao Baimo beside him.

Xuan Ying, who no longer knew where she was, had a voice floating in all directions: "Little guy, can you and the demon cultivators beside you break my magic formation?"

The frivolity and arrogance in the words are as usual.

Feeling the miserable crying beside him, Xuan Yi couldn't help but wondered: "How many people did he kill to imprison so many living souls and practice such a ghost formation?"

Xiao Baimo, who was on the side, clenched his hand even more tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm here."

Xuan Yi paused for a second, then firmly shook his hand back: "Well, I'm here too."

At this moment, in the slowly black air, I suddenly heard the resounding voice of Old Heavenly Master Zhang: "Xiao Xiaoxiao!"

A golden light surged out of the black air.

Afterwards, countless rays of golden light also followed Old Master Zhang's voice and gathered towards him. They were all those Taoist cultivators, no matter how strong or weak they were, they all tried their best to emit golden light, tearing through the black mist in front of them .

Immediately after, there were roars of boiling beasts, which also joined the golden light of these Taoist cultivators.

Xuan Yi was even still in those beast cries, and heard the scolding of the wolf demon and Li Taohua's familiar complaints.

"Take a black air to scare me, if I take a step back after being frightened, I will be a dog!"

"Shut up, you bastard! Save your energy and break through!"

More and more sounds and lights are tearing through the layers of black mist, shattering the resentful spirits in the mist, but Xuanying's figure and voice are still missing.

wait, no!

Xuan Yi suddenly realized that Xuan Ying was using the cover of the black mist to escape from the siege of the crowd again just like 20 years ago.

"Don't let Xuanying go!"

He immediately reminded everyone loudly, and then pulled Xiao Baimo's wrist to find Xuanying's trace...

"Om-"

An incomparably brilliant light suddenly vibrated, like an extremely sharp giant axe, splitting all the black mist in front of him in an instant, and all the coldness and dampness were involved in this light.

Under this ray of light, Xuan Yi instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was stunned for a moment.

Xuan Ying, who originally wanted to escape, had her right arm, which turned into a ghostly white bone, cut off, and her whole body was suppressed and knelt on one knee, with a small golden ax hanging around her neck.

And the owner of this gilded hatchet...

Xuan Yi looked along the small axe in shock, and he saw his grandfather, a well-known gangster in the Taoist world-Xuan Cangshan!

It's no wonder that before I left this time, my grandfather asked for my gold-plated hatchet back. It turns out... so the old man came here in person.

Xuanying, who was suppressed on the ground, looked up at her father, with complicated expressions on her face, annoyance, unwillingness, and relief flashed one by one, and finally, as if all the burdens had been lifted, she said with a smile: "Old man, you also White hair."

The rogue Taoist who was famous in the past and seemed to never grow old, now has a strand of gray hair mixed in between his thick black hair.

Xuancangshan stared deeply at his youngest son, but the sharp ax in his hand remained motionless, and he said after a while, "Yes!"

After the father and son finished these two sentences, they fell silent again, until the old Tianshi Zhang brought people to take Xuanying away, and there was no third sentence between them.

Looking at the back of Xuanying being escorted away, Xuancangshan stood there blankly, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.

At this time, the black air had completely dissipated, and the movie theater was also broken and dilapidated due to the previous fighting. Wisps of sunlight penetrated the broken roof and sprinkled on the faces of everyone in the house.

Xuan Yi held Xiao Baimo's hand tightly, feeling the warmth on his face, and finally felt a sense of relief in his heart.

The grievances of more than 20 years ago are finally over.