The shock wave generated by the self-explosion shook the Yama Tower and headed towards the altar, and the red mist that had originally spread outward contracted rapidly at this moment.

The red mist rippled like waves, layered on top of each other, protecting this altar.

After the shockwave hit the red mist, it was like punching cotton and slapping lead water, and when it hit the altar, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it was finally dissipated.

But under the influence of the shock wave, the altar still shook, the corners of the mouths of the three sacrificers spilled blood, and their spirits suddenly withered, and the giant heart that had been outlined and formed almost collapsed.

Seeing this, one of the priests raised his right hand and flicked his index finger, and the unconscious Yama Lou floated beside the altar. Another priest, waving his hands, appeared on the bronze iron of Yama, who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, and bound him to death.

Then Yan Molou and Yan Motie floated above the altar, Yan Motie looked frightened, his body kept twisting, like a long snake in a cage, trying to break free of the red rope, but the red rope became more and more trapped;

His mouth was also sealed, and he couldn't make a sound, only a "grunt" in his throat, and he looked at the priest with a desperate expression.

The head priest, with a long index finger deep in the depths, slid in the air, and then the necks of Yama Lou and Yama Tie were slashed, and blood gushed and poured on the altar, and at this moment the altar stopped shaking.

"You ......," Yan Motong shouted in terror from the side.

The chief priest turned his head, his eyes darkened, like a dead fish, staring at Yama Tong, who had a cold air flowing from his bones to his whole body, and swallowed the words in his mouth in fright.

The priests of the Protoss, although their combat power is not strong, they have a natural suppression of the Protoss monks. One look at him, just like an emperor looking down on a general, may scare the general to death.

"The altar was hit by the self-explosion of the Terran Warlord, it is extremely unstable, and it requires the blood of the god general level to calm down, you should be glad that Yama Lou is unconscious!" said one of the priests, the sound as a blade cutting through a stone, very harsh.

Yan Mo Tong was silent, he knew that if Yan Mo Lou was not unconscious at this moment, then, for the sake of the altar, for the sake of the sacrifice, she would definitely sacrifice Yan Mo Tong and Yan Mo Copper blood without saying a word.

Yan Mo Bronze didn't dare to squeak, kneeling down and prostrate in front of the altar, not daring to come out.

"Ahh......h

At this time, there was a sound in the heart on the altar, and the priest who was the leader changed his face and said sharply to Yama Tong, who was prostrate on the ground:

"There is not enough blood, and the Immortal needs more blood for sacrifice. Yama Copper, from now on, you will be responsible for leading the Protoss warriors to find more blood food to sacrifice to the Hades!"

Yama Tong, who was prostrate on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly received his order, and left the Wanghei platform as if fleeing for his life, running in the direction of the human race fleeing in a rout. The demonized Jiang Shiming and Lan Yangzheng also followed behind Yan Motong and ran down Chenghuang Mountain.

The huge explosion on Chenghuang Mountain resounded through the heavens and the earth, shaking the ground of the underground palace, and even falling from the dim sky, and even the slag and stones, like rain, reminding the people in the underground palace that they were in the environment.

"Brother Xiang!"

Jiang Chuan looked back and muttered.

He and Xiang Huainan had a good relationship, and when they were young, the two traveled together, as far as Daze in the east. Xiang Huainan's self-explosion this time, on the one hand, was to stop the Yama people and gain an opportunity for Jiang Chuan to leave, and on the other hand, it was also to atone for his crimes, and he believed that Jiang Shiming's demonization was responsible for him.

"You're still so reasonable. Tears slipped from the corners of Jiang Chuan's eyes, his qi and blood were declining rapidly at this moment, and he needed to leave as soon as possible.

The black fog above the dungeon became more and more dense, like ink about to drip water, and the yin wind of the entire dungeon came from nowhere, whining, blowing some people who were weaker in cultivation staggering, rolling and climbing.

Yang Jun and the others had already rushed down the Chenghuang Mountain and scattered in the direction of the entrance of the underground palace, but in their ears, the incantation of the priests of the Protoss was still echoing

"Mopo Mokoye Modo, Bhasa Po Vain Revealing the Truth......"

"Mopo Mokoye Modo, Bhasa Po Vain Revealing the Truth......"

The entire dungeon reverberated with the sound of muttering incantations, more and more like a magic sound, which was addictive.

Yang Jun had already galloped to the bottom of the mountain at this moment, although Chai Lingju was skinny and sick, but at the critical moment, he escaped for his life, but it was as fast as lightning.

"In order to summon the Hades King, the Yama tribe used deep tactics and made a camp step by step. A while ago, Xiao Shizi's spirit hunting was injured by a blood tarantula, which caused the demonic power to enter his body, and the boiling blood cursed the veins, which was by no means an accident. Moreover, Xiao Shizi was healed, participated in the autumn hunt, and even the residual demonic power in his body was induced, all in his plan. ”

"The whole process seems to be accidental, but there is a hand behind the scenes that pushes the development of events. Moreover, when Xiao Shizi's demonic power is lurking, his mind should have been enslaved, otherwise he would not have issued an order to lure the people of the City Lord's Mansion into the net. ”

Yang Jun contacted back and forth, and the cold sweat behind him did not stop. At this moment, he was glad that Huazhu Jun chose him as the object of healing, otherwise he would have lost his mind at this moment and became a demon slave.

The crowd that rushed down from the Lookout Platform scrambled to flee in the direction of the entrance of the underground palace, and soon passed through the Fluorescent Grass Plain and arrived not far from the cliff.

"Look, what's that?"

"Oh my God!"

Someone running in front exclaimed, Yang Jun looked up, only to see that from the bottomless cliff in the distance, the blood tarantulas kept crawling out, dense, swarms of blood tarantulas, spread out, the forward line was more than ten miles long, like red seawater, overwhelmingly surging over, rushing towards the direction of Chenghuang Mountain.

Several teams of men and horses galloping at the front, it is too late to hold the reins at this moment,

"Don't stop, pick up the speed and rush over!"

Several teams of centaurs, at this moment, the speed did not decrease but increased, galloping wildly, crashing into the blood tarantula swarm, smashing the blood tarantulas in front of them, at the same time, the swords, guns, swords, halberds in their hands, waving constantly, full combat power, like an awl piercing into the blood tarantula swarm, wanting to pierce the blood tarantula swarm as soon as possible and escape.

When there were too many blood tarantulas to kill or cut down, after a while, they were buried in the swarm of blood tarantulas, and the blood tarantulas pulled the monks off their mounts and pounced on them all.

"Ahh......h

Screams of despair erupted from the swarm of blood tarantulas.

The blood tarantula bit the fallen monk and injected venom to paralyze him and faint, then spit out black spider silk and wrapped the fainting monk in black chrysalis.

After wrapping the prey, the blood tarantula carried the silkworm chrysalis on its back and continued in the direction of Chenghuang Mountain.

"Herod!"

There was an urgent sound of reining in the horse, and the others who followed behind saw this, grabbed the reins one after another, and stopped. Yang Jun sat on the firewood horse, and looked around, on this dense swarm of blood tarantulas, carrying many silkworm chrysalis, like an ant colony going out to forage, carrying food back to the nest. The monks in other parts of the dungeon are also unlucky.

The Blood Tarantula General did not feed the prey, but wrapped up the living creatures and transported them to Chenghuang Mountain, apparently to sacrifice the living creatures to the Ancestor of the Underworld to help him awaken.

"This blood tarantula has generated spiritual intelligence, or has it been controlled by the priests of the Yama tribe, looking for living creatures in the underground palace and sacrificing to the king of the underworld. Yang Jun was surprised in his heart, the situation was extremely dangerous at this moment, there was a blood tarantula in front and a Yama clan in the back.

"Let's get closer, lean together, and rush out together!"

Luo Tiancheng shouted loudly, and the team next to him joined him, and then multiple teams joined forces to form an awl formation, and then galloped on horseback, the speed went from slow to fast, and finally formed a sprint, and the joint force rushed towards the blood tarantula swarm.

The people who fled from Chenghuang Mountain merged into three teams, formed three long cones, and plunged into the blood tarantula swarm, and in an instant, the team crashed into the blood tarantula swarm, and crashed straight into a hundred zhang deep, and the speed slowed down.

"Kill, kill, don't stop, get up the speed, don't stop!"

Luo Tiancheng and Bai Baisheng were at the front of the team and shouted loudly.

Yang Jun picked up a long sword, rode a chai horse and followed the team, and rushed forward with difficulty.

Only a successful general can have the courage of ten thousand people. Unless it is a high-level general, in the face of this overwhelming blood tarantula swarm, the role of the individual is reduced to a minimum, and the strength of the combat strength cultivation is no longer the most important factor in breaking through, and it is necessary to rely on the strength of the collective and work together to have hope of rushing out and escaping.

"Kill"

"Kill! Kill!"

The dense entanglement of spider silk greatly affected Yang Jun's speed of swinging his sword, as if he was splitting a sword in water. Rolling blood slid down his forehead, blurring his eyes, and the long sword in his hand broke, he picked up two more long knives, the edge of which was cracked, and he picked up another spear, and fought tirelessly.

Chai Langju also looked fierce, grinning with teeth, kicking with four hooves, tearing his mouth, biting and kicking a lot of blood tarantulas, and at the same time, his body was also scratched by the claws of the blood tarantula several times, and several of them even exposed their white bones.

Yang Jun felt like he had spent half his life in the fight of this incense, his arms trembled incessantly, and people kept falling, becoming the living dead, and then being wrapped in blood tarantula spider silk, becoming a silkworm chrysalis, and being transported away.

It is also thanks to the chai colt under his crotch that is psychic, sensitive, ferocious, one person and one horse, and cooperates tacitly, otherwise he would have fallen at this moment.

"There are still ten zhang away, and you can rush out! If you don't fight at this time, you will wait for when!"

The leader of the team shouted, and the morale of the whole team was boosted, and everyone cheered up with all their strength and struggled to break through.

"Wow!" After a while, Yang Jun followed the team and finally rushed through the blood tarantula swarm. After rushing through the blood tarantula swarm, everyone didn't dare to stop and stop, and forced a breath and ran forward.

Yang Jun looked around, the original team of several hundred people was only about thirty people at the moment, Luo Tiancheng and Bai Baisheng also escaped, the two looked at each other and smiled, and quickly turned their faces away, the contradiction between the two is not something that can be reconciled with a smile.

As for the others who were all trapped in the swarm of blood tarantulas, it was unlikely that they would escape.

Then he ran forward for a few miles, and there was a neighing of horses in the team, and several people turned their mounts under their crotches, and their physical strength was seriously overdrawn, and they fell to the ground, exhausted to death. The chai colt under Yang Jun's crotch was also weak, and he almost threw Yang Jun to the ground.

But at this moment, a dark shadow shrouded over everyone's heads, and a gloomy voice came down from the air:

"Oh! I didn't expect there to be a few trash fish caught here!"

Hearing the voice, everyone looked up, and their faces turned pale.