"Guo Lao!"

Wang Xuan hurriedly horse will hold.
Guo Luquan still stared at the street on the left side, trembling, "Some people are guarding the array over there, and some people are stealing bloody clothes …"
"Watch Guo Lao"
Wang Xuan turned over after a charge, and the horse was sullen. "Line up and see who it is."
With the direction, the army immediately turned left.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The scene before me gradually became clear when the wild and frightened drums dispelled the haze along the way.
This is a large area in front of the government office in Shanyin County.
A ten-meter-high altar was erected
There is a row of yellow cloth floating in the altar, and the candlelight glows with faint green light. The three statues of the city god are surrounded by black smoke in turn, and there is no half-separation between peace and harmony.
A Taoist priest of Taiyi in futon sat cross-legged and didn’t panic when he saw the army gathering. "I don’t want to do more to kill evil, but you have to kill yourself?"
Next to Yang Laotou, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "It’s the Qucheng Town God Temple that wishes Liu Shou. It seems that he is a traitor."
Wang Xuan nodded his head with dignified eyes.
Guo Shouqing’s Taoist identity is mysterious, but even he can’t see through it, but I don’t know if life and death turned out to be countered by the same guy.
The altar of Taiyi Sect is powerful, but its eyes are gloomy, and the city god statue …
What is this guy doing here?
Forget it, grab it first.
Thinking of this, Wang Xuan didn’t talk nonsense and reached out and "destroyed his altar!"
Du Chunniang and others immediately took a bow and drew an arrow, and the arrow filled the air, and the blood was red, and the howls were like fire and rain, and the meteors flew out.
The goal is not the altar, but the square platform
The altar must be guarded, but the wooden platform is a mortal thing.
However, Liu Shou, a Taoist priest of Taiyi, was in no hurry and gave me a faint sneer at his mouth.
Boom
A rotating lantern suddenly appeared.
As the lantern shadows rotate, the wind howls, the flying sand and leaves gather into a huge whirlwind to deflect the arrow and rain.
A thin figure slowly appeared.
"Master? ！”
Yuan Teng, the younger brother of the drama, was dumbfounded
That figure is Luo Laocrooked, dressed in a shroud, fluttering and suddenly becoming a spectre, and the black water keeps dripping from the hole eyes …
Chapter one hundred and thirteen Surprise the ghost town god army battle altar
"Ghost ZhangDeng people avoid the theatre …"