Chapter 1722: The Village Is Destroyed
Xiao Yao stood in place, looking at the sky.
At this time, he was already stunned.
The brain has gone completely blank and has forgotten to think.
The old people in the village are no longer as calm as before.
Each one is like a great enemy.
One fierce beast after another, rushed out of the door.
One of the old men, finding a brush, began to write poems out of thin air.
Immediately after that, another old man came out to paint.
Each of them has its own hidden means.
Xiao Yao just stood on the side, silently watching.
Obviously, the strength displayed by these old men is not something he can understand.
However, this time it wasn't as easy as before.
After slaying two or three beasts, the beasts had already rushed down.
Xiao Yao was in a hurry.
In his opinion, it was impossible for these people to kill all the fierce beasts in the sky.
However, these people did not seem to have any intention of leaving.
This really made Xiao Yao feel a little incomprehensible, did they really want to die here?
A scorpion about thirty zhang long rushed down first, with a human face, and the eyes on that face were full of murderous intentions.
One of the old men rushed forward.
The tail needle of the scorpion, long and sharp, penetrated directly through the old man's body.
The old man's body fell directly from mid-air and fell to the ground, blood pouring down.
Another old man, holding a sword in his hand, rose in the air, the sword light was overflowing, accompanied by a majestic coercion, it was obviously enough to make the whole world tremble, wielding Changhong, but was easily blocked by the giant scorpion.
The sword aura is like a rainbow, and it also cuts off the head of the giant scorpion.
The old man's body was torn in half by the giant scorpion with pliers, and blood fell from the air.
There was a rain of blood.
"You all go, all run away!" Xiao Yao suddenly roared.
No one heard him.
Actually, even if you hear it, you don't feel anything.
If these old people don't leave, they just don't leave.
No matter what happens, it doesn't seem to change their determination to stay, and if they really want to leave, they won't be here now.
The giant scorpion rushed to the bottom, and behind it, there were countless demons.
The demons opened their mouths and roared.
Xiao Yao could clearly hear the words they shouted.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Full of resentment!
Xiao Yao didn't know how many years they had been imprisoned, it could be decades, it could be hundreds, it could be tens of millions or even tens of thousands of years.
But there is one thing that Xiao Yao understands very well. These demons and barbarians, at this moment, vented their inner resentment and anger, vented in this village, and vented on the people who guarded this village.
An old man suddenly shouted angrily, his lips squirming slightly.
He lightly spit out a word: "Punishment!" was just one word, but it set off a murderous aura.
The giant scorpion was smashed down by countless pillars of silver light.
The vast energy crushed the giant scorpion into powder.
Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the second demon man rushed up again.
Then, the third head, the fourth head......
There is no end in sight.
It's like a person standing in the desert, unable to find an oasis, unable to find direction, unable to find nectar.
At a glance, except for the yellow sand or the yellow sand, except for despair or despair.
But these old men did not give up, they still fought against those black and oppressive demon barbarians, even if their numbers were still drastically reduced, but they still did not think that this would be the end.
Until the last moment, no one wants to move half a step back.
Xiao Yao didn't know if they were really not afraid of death, but at least the state that these people showed now was not afraid of death.
Perhaps, retreating is a more terrible thing for them than death.
Even watching these people die one by one, Xiaoya felt that it was a kind of torture.
He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Although Xiao Yao didn't know what kind of identity these people lived in here, and he didn't know much about this space, he always felt that these people were not bad people, after all, they were fighting for life at the moment These vicious demons, it can't be said that there can be any reversal, tell Xiao Yao, these demons are all kind, right? That's really a bit funny.
Until the end, Xiao Yao could only see an old man.
Only the old man was still standing on the ground.
In his hand, there is only one brush.
However, it was that one brush that had already killed dozens of demons.
Earlier, he had been accidentally bitten off an arm by a lightning-fast dog demon.
The wound was still bleeding from the surface, but it seemed to be an inconsequential thing to him, it didn't affect his speed, it didn't affect his state of mind, and even the expression on his face couldn't change.
He still stands there, like a mountain.
Suddenly, the old man grinned and showed a smile, there was no sadness or helplessness in the smile, only relief.
He turned his face and glanced in Xiao Yao's direction.
Xiao Yao was stunned.
He could clearly feel that the old man's gaze was on himself.
Can he see himself?
The old man raised the arm that existed, and the brush in his hand was a little in the air, and a silver light appeared, along a straight line, into Xiao Yao's eyebrows.
In the next second, his body was also pierced by a human-faced spider.
All you can see is a dark blood hole.
The old man's body slowly fell, still with a smile on his face.
Xiao Yao's body fell into a trembling state.
Those demons laughed.
The laughter sounded terrifying.
"Relieved!"
"Relieved!"
Every demon is catharsis in this way......
The scene in front of me changed again.
Xiao Yao's body kept retreating.
Leaves fall, leaves grow.
When he opened his eyes again, Xiao Yao had already returned to the ancient tomb.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, and so was his hair, clinging to his skin.
The previous memories seemed to be engraved in his mind, even the color of the hair on those demon barbarians, he could remember them clearly.
For a short period of time, there was no light in his eyes, just nothingness and emptiness.
When he came back to his senses, Xiao Yao breathed a long sigh of relief, and there were some more things in his mind, but when he wanted to investigate, he found that his mind seemed to be blank and there was nothing.
He thought about it for a while, and felt that what appeared in his mind now was probably related to the old man before, but what happened, he couldn't get an answer now.
"Does the existence of that village guard those demons?"
Xiao Yao's brows furrowed tightly, and he kept thinking.
He felt that he had finally spied the tip of the iceberg, but he also felt that what he was seeing now might not even be the tip of the so-called iceberg.
It's like there's a fog in front of me, but no matter how you go, you can't get out.
Leaning against the corner, he stood for a while, still thinking about what had happened before.
It's like watching a movie, however, Xiao Yao is not really just a spectator, he feels that he seems to have played a cameo role in that big movie that is considered a disaster movie, as for what the role is, there is no way to get an answer in a short time, unless he thinks about what the old man left on his body in the end.
"Brother Xiao, are you back?"
Xiao Yao turned his face, looked at Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu, and nodded.
"Brother Xiao, your face is a little ugly!" Kun Mu walked up to him and asked with a frown.
Xiao Yao smiled bitterly and said, "Let's go back first." ”
Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu glanced at each other.
Although both of them were full of curiosity, seeing Xiao Yao's current state, they couldn't ask anything, so they could only nod helplessly.
When he walked out of the ancient tomb, Xiao Yao felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling.
I raised my head and looked at it, and suddenly the scene in my mind came back to me.
Above the sky repeatedly, countless hideous and terrifying beasts swirled.
His face turned pale.
"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Seeing Xiao Yao stumbling under his feet for several steps and almost falling, Kun Mu hurriedly asked.
Xiao Yao shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
Descending the mountain, Xiao Yao asked, "What about Yang Benshan and them?"
"Still in town. Zhao Tieniu said.
The previous task of sending Yang Benshan and Yang Tong back was completed by him.
Kunmu asked, "Do we need to bring them back as well?"
"Let's forget it for now. Xiao Yao said, "Anyway, if you really want to bring them back, people won't necessarily listen to you." ”
"Then if they continue to dig the ancient tomb, won't they still be in danger?" Kun Mu said with a frown.
"No, it won't. Xiao Yao said.
"Why?" Xiao Yao's determined attitude made Kun Mu deeply curious.
Xiao Yao said as he walked: "Because, that magic circle no longer exists. ”
When Xiao Yao withdrew from the magic circle, he had already noticed that the magic circle enchantment that originally existed in the ancient tomb had completely disappeared.
Otherwise, he would not have left so decisively, and perhaps after adjusting his emotions, he would try his best to go in again.
Perhaps, there will be new discoveries.
Hearing Xiao Yao say this, Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu suddenly realized.
The two looked at Xiao Yao's eyes and became more and more curious.
They all couldn't help but wonder what Xiao Yao had experienced in that magic circle.
After all, they still know Xiao Yao's psychological quality and strength, and they think about it, what Xiao Yao saw and encountered before that would cause him such a big blow.
At the moment, Xiao Yao didn't say anything, and they couldn't help it.
The three of them returned to Kyoto together, Xiao Yao and Kunmu did not stay in Kyoto for long, and returned directly to Haitian City.
Living on the Immortal Mountain again, Xiao Yao's face had a lot less smile, and his expression became more and more solemn.
This trip to the ancient tomb can be regarded as a gain, but it can be regarded as no gain.