The nangongshan dust aggregates spirit force in wood blade hair to cut a few swords, wood blade is broken. It is almost impossible to break this hair array by brute force.

At the same time, the hair can be very soft and can get into the human body along the nostrils and mouth to absorb vitality.
Everything in the world has weaknesses. If the aging magic hair is tough and soft, it must have fatal weaknesses elsewhere.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be too fate?
In Nangong dust to avoid the hair gap peach peach to observe the lotus villain.
She has also seen many evil spirits in the ghost world. The child seems a little different in front of her.
An octogenarian is paler than other evil spirits, and his evil spirits are much weaker.
It stands to reason that such a powerful evil should not be so weak unless …
Taotao watched its control head start. Whenever Nangong dust evaded hair cutting and approached it, it would bounce him off and control the hair to surround itself as if it were afraid of something.
"I know," a thought flashed through Taotao’s mind. "Although you have maintained your long life by devouring mortal youth, mortal power must have affected it, and its evil spirits have been confused."
Evil is the source of evil power. Confused evil is easier to purify than pure evil. If it is eliminated, it can be killed.
-purification
The nangongshan dust fingertips shed a trace of white spirit.
It is too powerful to wrap it with spiritual force, and it is difficult to achieve the effect.
Taotao jumped from him. She knelt on the roof and picked up a broken tile to write and draw "Give me some time"
White hair is being manipulated. Nangong Dust didn’t ask her what wood blade had broken. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hair wrapped around her.
Taotao closes his eyes and tries to remember.
Take the cloud and the moon, take the mountain and lie in the snow
The main battle of recruiting Yunyin is to take the moon seal as the main force and the mountain seal as the main force, while the snow seal as the main purification.
These imprints can only be made in her mind by a spiritual master with sacred purification power.
In the past five years, she has recovered three kinds of printing from her memory, but the last one, lying snow print, can’t remember how to draw it.
Looking at the snowflake mark gradually forming on the ground, she frowned and erased it before painting.
What do you think are shortcomings after drawing more than a dozen lines in succession?
Wrapped around her hair was blocked by Nangong dust, and she bowed her head and painted.
She slowly raised her head until hot blood spilled on her face and blood beads stuck to her eyelids.
That bright white robe has been covered with blood and sharp white hair has passed through his chest.
Large tracts of blood gushed from his chest and white hair sucked away vitality.
In an instant, his hair turned blue and his skin became old and wrinkled, but his expression remained unchanged and he did not retreat in front of her.
Once upon a time, Taotao had seen such blood color.
It’s that she can remember the rolling blood waves and a gentle voice as she remembers.
"You can no longer be pestered by evil spirits and want me to put my heart on you in exchange-"
"-Taotao, you will be my eternal bride."
"Give me your heart. What will you do?"
"I don’t need a heart to feel the passion, sadness and joy. Once I move, worldly desires will be trapped in the dust."
"How about getting stuck in the club?"
"It is the original sin of God to enter the world of mortals as deep as the sea."
She looked down at her hand far away, and it seemed that someone had held her and whispered in her ear.
"Everything is false.
It’s not that powerful, because you project your fear of the unknown into its physical and mental fear, and then the worm will turn into a demon. "
The man dragged her finger to make a pen and made a mark on each stroke.
-A complete and clear snowflake mark
Taotao lost the blue tile and walked beside Nangong Dust, looking at his old face for a moment. "It will hurt to endure it."
She clench that hair root that penetrated his ch and gritted her teeth to pull it out.
White hair and blood squirmed in her hands and blood splashed all over her.
She unconsciously lost the hair and held his hand. "Keep your mind on the right path, see your true self and turn around at will."
The girl’s hand is unusually cold because of the ghost, but she draws every mark with firm strength.
As the mark becomes clearer and clearer, the magic hair around me seems to feel threatened and shrink back towards the octogenarian like crazy.
"… mortal gods need to fear you at this moment, which is the destiny."
She muttered to herself that in the sea of blood, she could never see her face and figure getting closer and closer, and at some moment she coincided with the teenager beside her.
He was covered in blood, too