A large room of 100 square meters appeared in front of the commander of the Second Banner, killing the people of his life. Seeing this today, I feel my scalp tingle.

In the center of the room was a stone bench with a young man in only panties chained. Behind the stone bench stands a two-meter-tall stone statue with four eyes and tusks, which looks fierce. The young man's white body was covered in bloody magical symbols. There are four stone troughs under the stone platform. The mist-filled stone trough was steaming, and bright red blood flowed inside. Two red/fruit-smelling monks hold a headless corpse. Blood was constantly flowing into the stone groove of the corpse's neck.

From the lower abdomen of the stone platform, there was a stream of black gas slowly upward, all the way to the ceiling, the ceiling was covered with a layer of black gas half a meter thick, the blood gas in the whole room was extremely strong, on the other side of the room, there were four big monks standing on the edge of a big cart, the car was scattered with four headless corpses, Bai Huahua's flesh and blood remained there, like a fat pig being slaughtered.

Xiao Yao controlled the paper crane to fly to the corner of the room and looked at the whole house. Dark idols, the blood sacrifices of boys and girls, and those vague symbols of dark magic are exactly the same as Xiao Yao's memories of the forbidden art, the Arrival of the Dark God.

"Second, why did you come in?" the standard-bearer and a group of big monks in red clothes waited on the side. God sits with his legs folded under the statue. The statue is more than two meters tall and has a real person. Coupled with the height of the stone platform, it completely obscures the shape of God. Therefore, the second standard-bearer did not see where God was.

"Why did I come in?" the second flag frowned and said angrily, "It's been attacked outside." You protect God for a quick retreat. "What, so fast?" the Banner Envoy obviously didn't expect the Dragon Palace to find out so quickly, and was shocked. "I told you earlier that you should take the cauldron and just transfer it. You won't listen. You dream about it. Now is not the time to talk about this. You should protect God and retreat. Not ordinary people. It should be the Black Guard of the Dragon Clan. I don't think the third one will take long. The two flag envoys couldn't help but say.

"Now you can't even retreat, once the divine envoy divine descent technique begins, it can't be interrupted halfway, in case it is interrupted, the god will use the Ding Furnace to ......" The flag envoy said with a difficult look on his face, looking at the cloak he was wearing, and kept chanting the mantra of the god in his mouth. "How long will it take?" said the second flag, which made him ruthless. He said he would fight to the death. Either way, life doesn't have much meaning without a son. "Based on the current situation, it will take at least half an hour." The flag bearer said as he looked at the hourglass next to the statue.

"Half an hour ......" Liangqi muttered in his mouth, half an hour is really long, I don't know how the old situation over there is, more than a hundred elites around him are outside Heizhuang, if it is Heiwei, Liangqi let me think for a while, according to the information obtained before, it is really a bit difficult to block Heiwei for half an hour.

"Second, let me ask you one thing. I'll give you all the research monks I have. I'll also shift red eyes. Please be sure to delay for another half hour. The flag raised my hand and bowed. The second standard-bearer hesitated slightly, glanced at the standard-bearer with complicated eyes, and suddenly turned around and left the room without saying a word.

"Did he say yes to this banner, Daqi?" asked a big monk in red clothes, standing next to Daqi, cautiously. "I think, he agreed, quick, except for the monks who are preparing to sacrifice and study outside, you must cooperate with the second banner to drag everyone else outside the dark village for half an hour, and after half an hour, the divine descent technique will be completed, and the Ding furnace will stop the dragon clan outside, remember, it must be dragged until the divine descent technique is completed~!" The flag envoy said in a serious tone.

The big monk in red nodded, walked out quickly, and followed by several monks. When Xiao Yao heard this, how could he calm down and fight for the danger of being discovered? He flew to the top of the stone platform and watched intently. The young man on the stone platform was already covered in magical symbols, and even his face was not spared. Xiao Yao only saw the portrait. He can't say it now. His heart was in a hurry, but his left arm was covered with a blue-black dragon head. His eyes widened. Xiao Yao was very happy in her heart. The young master found out~!

"What is this~!" Flag raised his eyes and saw the paper crane hanging on the stone platform. The room was much darker, but there were a few magic lamps on the stone platform. Therefore, the size of the crane is completely exposed. Xiao Yao's heart was shocked, he quickly recited a few incantations in his mouth, "brushed", and his consciousness was separated from the paper crane, and as soon as the consciousness returned to Xiao Yao's own body, the paper crane was cut into ashes by the banner sword.

This flag aroused my suspicions. Why did the cranes fly for no reason? I had a little calculation in my mind that made this flag clear. Someone must know the different skills of this upcoming enemy. I think they manipulated the cranes. Such thoughts made the flag feel only sweat oozing from his back. This dragon house is really scary.

He quickly made a gesture to the spell warriors who were waiting outside the wall. Xiao Yao immediately calculated how to attack the dark village as quickly as possible. They had to wait for half an hour, but Xiao Yao had to win in half an hour. When a hundred spell warriors crossed the city wall, Xiao Yao had a rough plan. He summoned the three captains of the Dharma Mantra warrior team. Xiao Yao quickly explained to them the brief plan he had proposed. A minute later, Xiao Yao took the spell warrior and began to touch the garden with ease.

Bodhidharma mantra warriors wear slightly different clothes than other Black Guards. The same black royal costume was covered with a waistcoat that looked like a net. Some of them look like pearl undershirts and are protected by a long black ribbon on the forehead. Everyone was expressionless, with red "spells" tattooed on their cheeks. The most striking thing is the scythe behind them. This broad-bladed long scythe can still swing after being thrown away. The blade is inside, and there is no black light. Behind each Dharma mantra warrior, two scythes are crossed.

The fighting in the front yard has been going on for some time. The fighters in the backyard either retreated into the garden or rushed to the front yard to support them. Xiao Yao came all the way, but they didn't see many people. However, some of them run around. The Spell Warrior directly covered their mouths and quietly twisted their necks.

"Who~!" When Xiao Yao and the others were spotted by several samurai guarding the perimeter of the garden, they felt like they were a few meters in front of the garden. They immediately screamed. Xiao Yao smiled. From a distance, it was the palm of a hand. The black mist roared before the Silent One. The samurai was still **, and suddenly a hand was stretched out from the fog. He grabbed his throat cleanly and made a "snapping" sound, like pinching a walnut. The samurai's throat was directly crushed, covering his neck, and his mouth was soaked with blood.

The other two soldiers were stunned for a moment, and swept back one after another, Xiao Yao smiled, the black mist dissipated, and the mist in his hand disappeared. Although he killed the samurai, but the voice had already shouted, and there would inevitably be a scuffle, Xiao Yao turned around and nodded at the three Dharma Protector Spell Samurai behind him, his cloak shook, a puff of black smoke was blown away by the wind, and the set time was gone forever.

The Dharma mantra warrior silently pulled out the scythe behind him, spread it out, and surrounded the garden in a semicircle. "Brush, brush, brush" There was a light sound, and every method of cursing the samurai's body used the same fighting shield, and the two flags inside made the man look at it, Qi Qi was stunned, and this group of people was also unified above the sixth level.

In a close fight, the battle is about strength. As soon as the black scythe is swung, it instantly disappears into the dark night sky. Before they actually met, the Dharma mantra warriors had been throwing scythes in succession. The special scythe flew around in the night, neither visible nor hidden, "bang", the big man who was concentrating on lifting his fighting spirit and preparing to fight no longer knew where the strong body vibration came from, especially more than a dozen people standing on the wall of the garden, and were directly smashed down from the wall by the sickle in the night.

As soon as he stood firm, he was looking at what he was being attacked by sneak attack, and he swept over and scratched it with a few scythes, and after a few clicks, the douqi mask was a little shaky, and he just took a step or two, and fell down from a dozen sweaty walls, this warrior with Buddhist mantras, one by one, had a gloomy face, and the headband "fluttered" in the night wind, his eyes were not popular, and he couldn't even hear the breathing sound on the other side, and he was getting more and more scared, and he didn't know who to shout, so he turned around and ran.

This run was terrible. A black scythe wiped his heel and swept it up. The speed is at its peak. The man's voice wasn't quite over yet. He had just run two steps when he suddenly noticed that his feet had been running. Then he lost his balance and fell. The pain is coming. How fast the scythe can be imagined.

People who have lost their feet can't help but feel pain. He shouted loudly at the moment. The shouting stopped as soon as the *** bell was held. The man who came out of the garden had just seen the scene. The scythe hooked the man's neck very precisely, gently pulling it up. The blood of the "gallop" rushed forward a few feet. The ground immediately became a part of Yin Hong.

"Get up~!" Dozens of people rushed out of the garden to see this situation, how to contain the living people, rushed out of the garden, and felt that they were distributed in all directions of the garden, and the warriors were together, a hundred to dozens, which one was better and which was worse could be seen at a glance, although these dozens of people were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but after all, they were all more than six fighters, and it was naturally not as easy to kill as the previous person, and the warrior gate was also frozen in front of the garden at that time.

"The one who breaks the vindictive shield is just the one who waits for fate. They were dismembered with scythes. These men in black with streamers will still swing their scythes at your throat with a straight face even if you cut off one of their arms after the Dough is broken. Men will keep falling. However, if you cut off your head, he will unleash the most violent attack as long as he can move.