Wu Chang looked at the cable around his waist and said secretly: "It turns out that there is a problem with this belt." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He pretended to be puzzled and said, "I picked it up on the road, and I thought it looked good on my waist, so I kept it." ”

The envoy shouted in a wary voice, "Get rid of it, show me!"

"Yes, sir. ”

Wu Chang slowly untied the cable, held it in both hands, and handed it to the Mortal Envoy.

The seven monks not far away looked at each other, I don't know why Long Gongzi was so obedient, could it be that he gave up his plan because of a change?

The Herald stretched out his right hand, picked up the cable, and put it in his eyes to watch, the eyes that appeared in the helmet were astonished.

At this moment, Muchang sent his long-awaited attack.

"Give it back!"

He screamed, his hands suddenly grabbing at the cable, as if trying to take his things back.

The Immortal Envoy subconsciously quickly hid the cable behind him, and then the Immortal Envoy's right hand suddenly accelerated up, penetrating into the Immortal's eyes like lightning, and then jumped up, his legs heavily kicked on the Immortal Envoy's body.

"Ahh

The Immortal shouted, took a step back, and stopped at the edge of the ferry platform, but instead of falling into the river of resentment, he threw down the cable, grasped the pole with both hands, and danced in front of him.

The crowd around them scattered in all directions.

The Seven Monks also quickly retreated so as not to harm the fish in the pond.

Seeing that his plan had not been fully realized, he was secretly shocked in his heart, what was this armor made of, it was so heavy.

He dodged in the direction of the boat, avoided the poles, and suddenly leaned over, hooked the cable on the ground with his toes, and held it in his hand.

"Who is so bold as to attack my river crosser?" the envoy also fell silent, and shouted, listening attentively.

"Signer?" Wu Chang sneered in his heart: "It turns out that he is just a pawn of the underworld, and he is not an official soldier, but a miscellaneous soldier who has not entered the stream. ”

He also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not only because the other party's level was low and easy to deal with, but even if he killed such an insignificant pawn, it would not bring much harm.

He quickly adjusted his plans.

At this time, the people around had avoided a certain distance, but they did not go far, and gathered around to watch the excitement, and many of them were still shouting loudly to cheer for Wuchang.

Wu Chang ignored it, he saw the opportunity, and took advantage of the slowing down of the pole in the pawn's hand, and threw the cable in his hand towards the pawn.

The pawn heard the sound and blocked it with a pole.

The rope shook in the air, swerved, wrapped around the pole, wrapped around the pawn's arm, and tugged at it.

The pawn was unsteady on his feet, took a half step forward, and pulled back with force.

Wu Chang suddenly let go of his hand and pounced on him, grabbing the pole with his hands, his legs once again slamming into the pawn's chest.

The pawn was regaining the cable, his force suddenly failed, his body couldn't help but lean back, staggering, kicked by Wuchang, it was difficult to maintain his balance anymore, he withdrew backwards, took two steps back, his body was already outside the platform, he screamed, and fell into the river of resentment.

Mucho let go of his hand in disappointment.

Although the pawn fell into the water, his hands clung to the pole, and he had to give up.

The people around cheered, and some people rushed towards the ferry, and although the seven monks tried their best to block it, they were helpless, but they were still pushed forward by everyone involuntarily.

Wu Chang suddenly turned around and glanced coldly.

The surging momentum of the crowd suddenly stopped and stopped.

At this moment, the pawn stood up in the river of resentment, and the river only reached his chest, and he struggled to stride towards the riverbank, and the crowd on the riverbank shouted and retreated again.

The pawn suddenly stopped and shouted, "Good thief!"

Suddenly, he threw the pole in his hand into the crowd.

Wherever the pole went, it would die when touched, and the spirits of the undead that passed through it would change like a virtual image, including a stationhouse monk, and a long passage suddenly formed in the crowd.

The crowd screamed in unison and dispersed in all directions.

The pawn began to swing his arms desperately and slap the river, kicking his feet at the same time, falling into the water and rising again, as if he were fighting for life and death.

Mucho dodged the splashing water and rushed towards the crowd.

He's going to pick up the poles.

Without poles, there are no empty ships to reach the other side.

At this time, there was a person who was one step ahead of him and ran towards the place where the pole fell, and the speed was not slow, it was Dan Ziqing.

He stopped at the junction between the platform and the river bank and said to the other five monks, "You go aboard first." ”

"Yes, Master Long. The five answered.

Long Gongzi and the underworld envoys sacrificed their lives to create opportunities for them to cross the river, and they were grateful in their hearts, and they had nothing to say.

The monk who was hit right by the pole could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Seeing a few people rushing towards the boat, the people around them were also eager to try, but under Wu Chang's cold gaze, no one dared to step forward, and the power of Wu Chang's fighting corpse just now shocked them.

By this time, the pawn had stumbled towards the depths of the River Styx, and his movements had slowed significantly.

Dan Ziqing picked up the pole and ran back, handing it over to Wu Chang.

Wu Chang praised: "Good job, you get on the boat first." ”

"Yes. Dan Ziqing's face was full of joy and ran towards the boat.

There is no long horizontal pole to hold the pole and slowly retreat.

There were people in the crowd who begged to let them cross the river by boat, old and young, men and women.

Wu Chang was stunned, the boat could not carry too many people, as long as he loosened his mouth, these people would inevitably rush up, and it was likely that the boat would capsize, not to mention that he had no relatives with these people, so there was no need to sympathize with them.

Wu Chang is also a person who is used to seeing life and death, and his heart has long been hardened.

Looking at the river, the dead pawn had already disappeared silently into the river of resentment.

Wu Chang sighed, it seems that it is very difficult for people to calm the resentment in their hearts, not even the soldiers of the underworld.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked into the distance.

On the bank on the right side of the river, there are many people fighting.

The crowd was crowded, and I couldn't see who it was, but I didn't feel a little uneasy.

Looking back at the monks who were already waiting on the boat, Wu Chang shook his head secretly, this kind of battle has long been accustomed to being on the side of the river, and there is a fight where there are people, so there is no need to make a fuss, it is better to cross the river first.

He turned back suddenly, ran a few steps, jumped into the boat, and propped it up on the ferry platform with a pole, and the boat swung towards the depths of the river.

The people on the platform shouted and rushed towards the ferry, and the people in front jumped up and jumped towards the boat.

Wu Chang smiled coldly, and the pole slashed in the air, and these people suddenly exploded into a cloud of faint smoke, and quickly disappeared into nothingness.

It's almost the same as what the Dead Pawns do.

The people behind were stunned and stopped suddenly, but people kept rushing behind them, squeezing the people in front of them off the platform and falling into the resentment river.

He shook his head, drove them aside, ignored them, and pushed the pole down, and the boat was a little farther away, and no one could jump again.

"What about this man?"

Wai Shaoan pointed to the man who was shivering in the stern of the boat, who was the first passenger to board the boat.

"Take him with us, we can't take away his luck. Wu Chang smiled slightly.

He turned his head again to look to the right side of the riverbank.

There, the fighting continues.

It's not two people fighting, it's a group of people.

It's a group of people in the middle of a group fight.

There were as many as twenty or thirty of these people, and they surrounded the people in the middle, and they couldn't see the situation inside, and among the shadows, it seemed that one person was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands, and another person was trying his best to defend the people on the ground, desperately resisting the attacks of everyone.

That figure seemed familiar!

Wu Chang's eyes froze, could it be other post monks?

The figures were staggered, and he couldn't see who it was fighting with people, but it was definitely a man.

Who could that be?

Would you like to come and help?

But the ship is already offshore, and there are still so many undead eyeing the shore.

For the post monk, if he has the ability, Wu Chang will definitely try to help as much as possible, after all, they are all fellow Taoists, and they are comrades-in-arms who have experienced life and death together, but he will not sacrifice his life to help and put himself in danger.

Fighting the dead pawns to grab the boat to cross the river, although he helped a few monks, but it was also for himself, but if he returned to save other monks, Wu Chang would not do it.

Not to mention whether there will be danger or not, whether it can beat those besieging people, even if they succeed in saving those two people, they will always have to grab another boat.

The rope has been carried by the dead pawn to sink to the bottom of the resentful river, and then it will lose considerable reliance on fighting with the dead pawn, not to mention, with the lessons of the past, the other river crossing pawns are bound to strengthen their vigilance, and they will no longer let people succeed easily.

In the underworld, apart from fighting with his bare hands with his soul, he has no other abilities.

And soul competition will consume soul power.

Wuchang shook his head, let's go.

At the place of the fight, there were many onlookers, but they were far away, afraid that they would harm themselves.

The twenty or thirty attacking people were very orderly, not beating indiscriminately, but attacking one by one, in order to consume the soul power of the guardians, and there was still one person outside the circle who coordinated and commanded, but he turned his back to him and couldn't see him.

Looking at the clothes of these people, it turned out to be monk's clothes, but the style was unified, not like a post monk, he couldn't help but be surprised, looked carefully, the more he looked, the more familiar he became, it seemed that he had seen it somewhere, he couldn't help but think about it repeatedly.

Without a soul that depends on the brain, memory is much inferior, and many unimportant memories do not enter the soul at all.

Looking at the behavior of these people, there is an indescribable solemn arrogance, and Wu Chang suddenly felt that these people are very similar to the saints of light, but they can't emit golden light in the underworld.

But there can't be so many Bright Saints, and they are likely to be low-level disciples of the God of Light, Light Masters or Light Scholars.

These Light God disciples are still restless when they reach the underworld, who are they besieging them?

Wu Chang suddenly had an extremely terrible thought.

He looked at the man who was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands, and the gap in the crowd was very small, and it was staggered and swaying, and he could not have seen it, but since he had his heart, the more he looked at it, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts.

These people seem to be besieging Long Siyu!

The woman who was entangled with his grievances, and Long Fei's beloved wife who fused with his soul.

has been fused, he is not only no long, but also a dragon fly!

Wu Chang couldn't tell what kind of emotion this woman was, he didn't think about it, his body jumped high, the pole was propped up in the water, and he fell to the ferry platform.

"Dragon Prince!" the six monks exclaimed, at a loss.

The pole swings in mid-air to clear the undead of the platform from the platform, and then turns around and throws the pole towards the boat, the head of which is right in the small urn.

"I still have something to do, you go first, leave me alone. Wu Chang shouted.

He strode towards the riverbank, punching and kicking those who stood in his way and knocking them away, and some of them were directly scattered by his punch.

The crowd shouted and fled in all directions.

With a single fury, he rushed towards the place of battle.