Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Limit
The woods outside the village are brightly lit.
Under the command of the evil tiger, dozens of villagers are holding torches everywhere to search for Jian Wendao and An Xiaoxiao, they have already been to the scene near the chasm, but Jian Wendao has already escaped with the unconscious An Xiaoxiao first.
"What's the matter with these villagers?"
Jian Wendao ran wildly in the woods with An Xiaoxiao in his arms, although he instinctively escaped first when the villagers felt that the chasm was near, but when he wanted to step forward to relieve them, he realized that something was wrong with these people!
If it hadn't been for Jian Wendao's quick reaction to dodge that close-range thrust, he would have died by now!
"Isn't this village the one who asked the association for help?"
"Why?"
"Mine clearly identified himself directly!"
"Could it be that the whole village has been controlled by the enemy?"
The light not far behind him was getting closer and closer, and Jian Wendao could only speed up again and rush towards the outer areas, even if he was now in good health, he was not far away from these ordinary people, the other party was probably only temporarily bewitched, and he was unwilling to be an enemy with them until the last moment.
So I had to escape!
The injuries on his body, the shortage of aura, the strong pressure brought to him by the hunters, and the girl on his back, under multiple unfavorable conditions, Jian Wendao's physical strength was consumed rapidly, but he didn't notice this because he was stunned.
"Ahh
Accidentally, Jian Wendao tripped directly over an inconspicuous small stone under his feet, and the whole person fell forward several meters, making him speechless in pain. An Xiaoxiao on his back was firmly fixed on his back and was not thrown out.
This made him realize how tired his body was at the moment, but the light behind him had not disappeared, and Jian Wendao took An Xiaoxiao with his last breath and desperately crawled to the left front.
It was a dense bush, which could easily hide the bodies of the two of them, although he didn't know how long it would last, but he didn't have much strength to run anymore and could only hide and fight, if those people didn't search too carefully, he and An Xiaoxiao could escape.
The light was getting closer and closer, and Jian Wendao stubbornly guarded An Xiaoxiao under him, monitoring the situation outside from the gap between the leaves.
The visitors were two young men in their twenties with lanterns. Each of them carried a special iron pickaxe for mining, which was an enchantment tool blessed by simple spells, and it could shatter most of the hard spirit ore rough stones with a single blow, and Jian Wendao didn't want to use his fragile head to compare with this pickaxe.
The two young men were obviously a little absent-minded, with a trace of undisguised disgust and helplessness on their faces.
"It's already so far away, that person has already run away, right?"
"Why don't we take a break here?"
As he spoke, the two young men found a random tree and sat down. Jian Wendao couldn't help but feel anxious, the longer these two stayed here, the easier it would be to find the two people hiding here!
Let's go!
Jian Wendao kept praying in his heart. The feeling of drowsiness in his brain gradually became heavy, and even supporting his eyelids not to close became a matter that required great perseverance, and if he really passed out, the lives of the two of them really depended on God.
"Well, those who go in and are chosen! don't be angry with the evil tiger!"
"Hehe, have you seen any of the chosen ones come back?
"Although Mr. Sun is terrifying, I think he is just someone else's dog! Do you think he doesn't look respectful and respectful in front of those masked men in black?"
"Yes, if we can also get the favor of those people, maybe we can become the second Mr. Sun!"
Jian Wendao, who was watching from the side, finally heard some useful information. Combined with what happened to him before, he got a general idea of the current situation.
The martial saint who fought with him and An Xiaoxiao before and could manipulate the corpse qi was likely to be Mr. Sun, and the group of "masked men in black" in their mouths should be the masterminds behind the scenes to provide resources to Mr. Sun. The person who sent the guild for help should have been killed by Mr. Sun and the group of masked men in black!
So is the incident of the Yang Feng Secret Treasure also a conspiracy planned by these people behind the scenes? But for what? For the sake of the group of scattered cultivators of the Chongyun Sword Elder? Yang Shaotian, or those good Star Spirit Crystals?
"Even if we wanted to, we didn't have a chance! I saw them secretly leave the night before the earthquake. ”
"Is that so? That's a shame. ”
The Man in Black left?
This was the last message that Jian Wendao heard, but I didn't expect them to be one step late! If those masterminds behind the scenes had already left, their bait operation would be meaningless. It's just that how should he notify the Jin soldiers outside to carry out the operation?
......
A mine in the dark. Gu Tian had unconsciously come to a dark mine that was not represented on the map.
His face was always intensely angry, and he had several bleeding wounds on his body. There was more than one stitched centipede monster, and along the way, Gu Tian killed three equally twisted monsters!
The monsters that appeared in front of him now were replaced by terrifying zombies transformed from the corpses of the garrison soldiers guarding the mines, and the twisted body of the stitched centipede monster must have been a little disgusting in death, and their strength was relatively easy to deal with around eleven or two!
However, Gu Tian's anger continued unabated! He could clearly see the souls of soldiers who were bound in corpses by evil secret techniques and could not be reborn! Their despair and helplessness were constantly transformed into energy that drove the zombies' actions, and almost all the monsters of the necromantic system operated using similar principles, which was also the reason why the mainland explicitly forbade everyone to practice necromantic magic!
"Don't worry, I'll let you rest in peace!" The corners of Gu Tian's eyes were moist and couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, he also deeply felt the pain of being bound by resentment and having to hurt others, and it was precisely because he felt empathy that he was so angry!
Even though there was not much spiritual energy left in his body, Gu Tian still tried his best to kill with one blow, trying not to hurt the soldiers' bodies more!
But because of this, his aura will be exhausted in advance! his body that has lost the blessing of his aura has become vain and heavy, and the wind in his hand is no longer sharp. Gu Tian's footsteps staggered and almost fell, and the zombie in front of him struggled to punch him and directly released him more than ten meters away.
"It's okay! I feel like I'm used to having nothing!!"
Gu Tian roared and got up from the ground.
"As long as I can hold the sword!
An incomparably accurate thrust! Gu Tian slashed off the head of the zombie that chased in front of him with a sword! This blow made the rest of the zombies stop and hesitate a little. Instinct told them that the man in front of them who had exhausted his aura still had powerful combat power!
But this hesitation is only for a moment! As a necromantic creature, their biggest highlight is that they are not afraid of death!
The buzzing in his mind interfered with him, but Gu Tian still clenched the Wind Fierce Sword in his hand, and he converted all of this into the motivation for his actions!
In the face of a group of zombies who are not afraid of death, Gu Tian's choice is still to charge head-on!