After running away for half his life, he has never been so embarrassed as today, Wu Hanjiang was silent, and everyone followed him without speaking.

Although there are a hundred interpretations of silence, today Long Xi knows that their silence represents only one, and that is recognition.

They finally recognized.

Wu Hanjiang nodded heavily, his face was pale, and he suddenly roared, "Go."

There was only one word, and anyone could see that it was not easy for him to shout this word, his lips were about to be bitten, and everyone not only sweated for him but also for himself.

Long Xi often thought that if one day they all died, some of them would definitely be canonized as gods, and Wuhanjiang would definitely be canonized as ghosts.

Wu Hanjiang strode away with the pitch-black iron sword in his arms, and he looked a little resolute, and he walked out of the bushes with his teeth and claws.

The dragon protectors were firmly behind him, and when life and death were at stake, their final choice was a god of death.

In the most desperate moments, what could inspire them more than death.

Today is not a good weather, the uncertain sky is floating with thick clouds, Huang Dafu followed the back of the team, while looking up at the sky, he said stupidly: "Longxi, look."

Long Xi looked at him and smiled, "Brother Huang."

Huang Dafu pointed to the fickle thick clouds in the sky and said, "Brother Longxi, look at the clouds."

Long Xi couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Hehe, that, I watched it."

Huang Dafu's fat face is like a flower, no matter how severe the environment, or the desperate death, it won't last long, he will be cheerful, and when the disaster does not really come, Huang Dafu will always be able to laugh.

Huang Dafu craned his neck and said excitedly: "Longxi, look at that cloud, if only we could fly, we can hide on the cloud, and that demon will never be found."

Long Xi nodded cooperatively and said, "Yes, if we can really fly one day, we will really be free."

As soon as these words were spoken, an old voice sounded out of thin air, sounding extremely thick, "Hahaha, you are really free, you are not far from becoming demons, enough is enough, it is all at this time, and it is still whimsical."

Wuhanjiang "clanged", the long sword was unsheathed, Long Xi raised his hand, and looked at the deepest part of the grass and trees with an unchanged face.

A Maoshan Taoist priest who was a little too tall, led three or five small Taoist priests with scattered hair, and slowly walked out of the bushes next to him.

walked up to Long Xi, clasped his hands together and said, "Little donor, don't come unharmed."

Everyone was taken aback, and their eyes widened and shouted, "Exorcist Archmage."

The tall old mage lowered his voice and said, "False name, false name."

The crowd was still shouting, "Invincible Exorcist Archmage."

The tall old mage glared at the beads in his eyes and said angrily: ", you want to kill you, you want to bring the big devil Dao Ran to the poor Dao?"

Everyone shouted, their faces were still shocked, Huang Dafu trotted and said, "It turned out to be you, you are not dead?"

The tall mage said, "Will you speak, I saved you in vain last night."

Long Xi smiled, the tense nerves in his body suddenly relaxed a lot, and he arched his hand: "The mage is really a god, and he can even retreat from the demon after fighting with the demon all night."

The tall mage folded his hands and sighed, "It's not a fake battle with the demon all night, and it's a bit of an overestimation to retreat with your whole body," the tall mage said, untying off his wide robe, revealing his back.

Everyone was shocked again, "This ......", no one can describe what kind of wound this is, only to see that his back was full of holes, and the blood was all pasted like paint.

The tall mage said: "If these blood holes were not blocked by poor Dao with mud, even if the blood would have killed me, look at these people behind Poor Dao, my three senior brothers, now two have died, and I am the only one left with them, and the entire exorcism team is now less than five people."

Wu Hanjiang walked in front of him, struggling with a sad and indignant expression on his face, "Master, in order to save our ......."

The tall mage hurriedly caressed him, waved his hand again and again, and said: "Lord Wushi, great benevolence and righteousness, it is very rare, rare, but the poor way is not for you, you don't have to feel guilty."

He coughed incessantly as he spoke, judging from his breath that Longxi's wound was not tight on his back.

The tall mage seemed to have something extremely important, he forcibly held back his cough, his face flushed a little, and took Long Xi's hand and said: "Master Long, even if the poor Dao is dead, you must not give up until the last moment."

Long Xi nodded heavily, and said as if he had sworn an oath: "I have written it down."

The tall mage trembled and said, "Master Long, do you guess where the red hole in the poor road came from?"

Long Xi couldn't bear to look at his back anymore, and said with his eyes in his eyes: "That demon ......."

The tall mage was still not reassured, "Not bad, it's the demon, but do you know how he did it?"

Long Xi suddenly felt as if there was a string in his mind, which was about to break, and he knew that the tall mage in front of him was telling him an extremely important thing.

"Whether you can stop it or not depends on now", the tall mage gasped several times in a row, and said in a deep voice: "At that time, I was fighting that demon head-on, that kind of talisman, you know."

Long Xi couldn't help but nod, "I know."

The tall mage said, "This kind of talisman is not a human thing, and it is extremely powerful when it explodes."

Long Xi's face was like a cold wind, "Presumably last night, this is the method used by the master."

The tall mage said: "No matter how strong the martial arts in the world are, they can't play any role in that monster, only that kind of talisman."

Long Xi's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said, "That talisman, master, do you still have it now?"

The tall mage said, "Yes, but not much, and there is a time limit, and if you don't use it, it will soon be invalid."

Longxi said: "That ......."

The tall mage said: "Presumably the Dragon Master must ask where this talisman came from, hehe, Poor Dao said that it is not a human thing, and the ancestors of Poor Dao left it in the great war two hundred years ago, so ......."

Long Xi said without blinking: "You can't recreate, right?"

The tall mage said: "This is still secondary, last night's battle, poor Dao found that the demon is not afraid of this at all."

Long Xi's face changed, and he said, "Such a powerful talisman ......."

The tall mage said: "When the fight was the most intense last night, my junior brother blasted ten talismans in a row, but he couldn't help it, and the demon was simply harder than iron."

Long Xi couldn't help but mourn in silence for his junior brother, he knew that if he exploded ten more in a row, it would be fatal, it would be a suicide attack.

The tall mage then said, "Senior brother died in a battle, and that demon actually protected its body with wings, I was thinking at that time, what would happen if it didn't have those wings?"

Long Xi frowned and said, "Those wings, but what I saw at the time was that it only had one ......."

(End of chapter)