"Take a break, it's a safe zone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Throw away the calculations of the people, it is a rare safe area within 100 meters after crossing the pontoon bridge, and the demonized monsters and dead apostles will not step into this 100 meters unless there are special circumstances, and the sea of hellfire under the bridge is still very deterrent, if it is not restricted, at least within a thousand miles it is a forbidden area.

At that moment, the four monks each took out the pill spiritual liquid to restore their spiritual power and divine sense, and although they did not leave the bridge and did not look back when they crossed the bridge, they did not have to worry about their lives, but the whispering and muttering of the sea of bones and fire also brought them great pressure. Unconsciously, a lot of spiritual power and divine consciousness have been consumed, and there is no danger below, and it is always necessary to adjust the state.

"What the hell are you doing with some burdens!" Be careful, more attentive than your disciples. 'Killing Voice.

'I don't have a disciple. ’

"That's what Ben Shao said! Spread the news, spend some money to find a few, and use it with some drag! If you have this time, Ben Shao can kill back and forth in the Bone Forest!"

'Kill enough, remember to meet. ’

'......' kills...... (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Don't play! Don't play! Tease this guy who can't grasp the point at all, only frustration and no sense of accomplishment! He's still bewitching! He's not being abused!

They knew each other well, and how could the news spread by people be credible from the personal experience of their own disciples, and people believed their own speculations more than others told them.

Without spending a little effort, where can those old immortal foxes willingly take out the real guys and go into battle.

Their purpose is not to watch a show that looks fierce but is actually full of flowers, they want not only to muddy the pool of undercurrents and whirlpools, but also to weaken the strength of both sides as much as possible.

Whether it is a sect that has been inherited for thousands of years or a mysterious seventy-two demon gods, none of them are the little rats who have only developed for a few years.

Be self-aware, since you are a little mouse, you have to do the work of a little mouse, the high-end combat power can't fight, gnaw off the foundation, and drop the high-end, let's do it again!

No matter what the ultimate goal of killing is, the consumption of the strength of both sides is also what he expects, not to mention that one of the major characteristics of the demon clan is not belligerence and blind tossing!

"Let's go! Don't grind when you're energetic, or you're going to suffer!"

In fact, I want to say: Otherwise, I will kill you!

As the group made their way towards the Forest of Bones, the first bird finally appeared on the cliff.

Not knowing whether to die or threaten to persecut, the trembling middle-aged monk cautiously stepped onto the pontoon bridge.

One step is no longer in the world, the sea of fire with white bones as wages, the wailing of ghosts and ghosts, and the sounds that you can see and hear are all hell.

Countless vague ghost hands stretched out from the sea of fire, reaching out towards the pontoon bridge in all directions.

"Ahh——!h

Holding a low-level treasure weapon, he jumped up to slash the ghost hand in mid-air, but his fate was also decided in this leap.

The curved blade slashed through the ghost hand and disappeared in an instant, the dark color was rusty, like the tattered that had been exposed to the wind and the sun for countless years, but the vague ghost hand became clear and grabbed towards the middle-aged monk faster.

The clear ghost hands grabbed the middle-aged monk's neck, and the rest of the vague ghost hands grabbed his arms and ankles and pulled them towards the sea of fire.

"No...... No... Yell... Die...... Uh......" The clutching monk let out a muffled scream, raising his breath and desperately rushing upwards, trying to get rid of the ghostly hand that was sticking out from below.

As he had hoped, more vague ghost hands were reaching out from all directions and grabbing him tightly, and the poor middle-aged monk had not yet fallen into the sea of hellfire, but was torn to pieces by the ghost hands reaching out from different directions.

Only the head was still intact, dragged into the sea of fire by the ghost hand that was a little clearer in comparison.

At that moment, the monk on the cliff seemed to hear a bitter wail of burning souls.

The eyes of the storm were all like needles, the expression of horror and hideousness, and all the remaining emotions of the face of the head were deeply imprinted in the minds of the rest of the monks.

"Next. There was a sound that sounded without waves, and compared to the situation just now, it was full of coldness that was worse than indifference.

"No, don't...... Going to die...... That kind of death...... Eaten by a ghost...... There is no more ...... next life" The second monk on the bridge held his head and wailed, seeing that no one believed that the soul could survive.

Looking at the indifferent eyes cast on him, the monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, and every time he hit heavily, he would definitely see blood: "My lord, please let me go! Let me go! The small one is just a small miscellaneous piece that has never been perfected in Qi training, useless, useless! The little one immediately swore a demon oath and left, and he would never say a word more, and he had never been to this ......."

Feeling the departure of his eyes, the monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could celebrate that his life had been saved, he felt a chill on his neck and a darkness in front of him.

He's dead......!

The body was still in a kneeling position, its head had rolled off the ground, its face was still full of panicked pleading, and the splash of blood was put away by a man in fur and armor, and a cloud of red moistened his throat.

"I said, boy, kill all this kind of waste, why don't you just give it to the tiger and I eat it!" the laughing demon beast had greedy eyes and stretched out its claws towards the dead corpses on the ground as he spoke.

The claws of the demon beast didn't poke out much before they collided with the blue light that had killed the monks on the ground, and under the blow, the metal was clear, and the tiger claws were slightly inferior to the first to retract their nails and retreat to avoid the edge of the blue light.

The blue light swirled and fell on the hand of a thin man, and it was a strange-shaped flying knife that was as bright as autumn water.

The tip of the knife has a curved streamline, and the curved tip resembles the fangs of a venomous snake. The part near the handle is shrunk compared to the front, bent into an arc that intersects the arc of the tip of the knife, and a second sharp blade is sandwiched between the two arcs, like an axe with sharp points on both sides.

One can imagine how much damage such a throwing knife will bring when it whirls, and how much flesh and blood will be torn in the body, making people die in agony.

However, this throwing knife is too fast and sharp, and I am afraid that no one can experience the pain of tearing flesh and blood, because he is already dead when the throwing knife is struck.

"Even if my Terran monk is dead, don't you also make food for your demon beasts. Not to mention that he is still useful. The thin man glanced at the dead body on the ground, and immediately the monk next to him understood.

The head and body were separated and thrown onto the pontoon, and then looted before they could hit the ground, leaving not a drop of blood.

"Next, allow return. ”