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Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

Just as the red-clothed man in front of Zhang Meng threw the 'sacrifice' to the palace and was about to go back, Zhang Meng suddenly felt his body leaning and a cold hand touched his neck. "It's now, the fat man throws all the solid fuel into the sky!"

Zhang Meng's eyes were about to split, and when the fat man heard this, his cheeks tightened, and he threw those large pieces of solid fuel into the air.

"Shoot!"

The Type 54 pistol in Zhang Meng's hand suddenly spit out two bullets in a row, and the huge shock force almost made him throw the gun in his hand.

And almost at the same time, the fat man behind him and the lady Na also shot immediately.

They were already vaguely aware of what Zhang Meng wanted to do at the moment, but was this useful?

The solid fuel is actually a mixture of ethanol, alcohol, gasoline, rubber and other things to solidify, and when the bullet hits, a large fireball actually erupts. Zhang Meng was relatively close, and he only felt that the air in front of him seemed to be evacuated all at once, and the scorching air was so oppressive that it was extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The solid fuels were so hard that they didn't spread out even when they were hit by bullets. Every time a bullet landed on it, a large halo of blinding light erupted, and Zhang Meng even smelled a thick smell of burning, and he didn't know how much his eyebrows and hair had been burned.

The fire was so loud that it was like a gas canister exploding, and suddenly a terrifying heat wave swept away.

The cold aura emanating from those red-clothed men was like ice melting in an instant, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There was a huge wail around him, Zhang Meng only felt that his body was light, the man in red who was holding him was rolling in pain on the ground at the moment, and his face seemed to have countless small wounds, and the blood plasma stained his entire cheek.

Zhang Meng suddenly saw that the body of the man in red in front of him seemed to be broken, his body tilted a lot, and the expression on his face became extremely hideous and distorted.

Before Zhang Meng could react, he felt that he was pushed away by a huge momentum for several meters, his complexion changed greatly, the heat released by the damn solid fuel actually made the skin of the red-clothed ghost out of the wound, making the red-clothed man blow himself up.

There was a sound in the air, like the sound of pouring a basin of water on a red-hot soldering iron, and the air was filled with a layer of pale white smoke, and the water waves spread through the air layer by layer.

And this time, it seemed that the cold breath and heat flow canceled each other out, and Zhang Meng and they didn't suffer any major damage.

Zhang Meng originally planned to hold his head, no matter what, he had to withstand the terrifying impact, but when he saw that solid fuel had actually made a contribution, he was overjoyed.

"Run, escape to the palace!"

Zhang Meng roared loudly, the solid fuel explosion just now directly burned the skin of the four or five red-clothed ghosts around them, and those red-clothed people were lying on the ground, as if they had lost their vitality.

The group of red-clothed men in the back rushed towards them frantically, and the whole atmosphere seemed to boil all of a sudden.

Originally, these red-clothed people were a pool of stagnant water, but at this moment, they roared like wild beasts, and this scene was exactly the same as when they attacked Wang Daxian before!

The expression on Zhang Meng's face was a little shocked, they used the instant explosion of solid fuel to kill a few people in red, and it is estimated that they will be judged by the remaining people in red to be extremely dangerous objects at this time, I think that now these people in red will not hesitate to kill them!

Everyone flocked to the main hall almost without hesitation, not daring to stop for a moment.

The tragic situation of Wang Daxian is still vivid in my mind, if these red-clothed people catch up, I am afraid that their fate will be even worse than Wang Daxian.

"How's it going, are they all in?"

As soon as Zhang Meng rushed in, he asked anxiously, it was dark in this palace, and he didn't know if the fat man and Xiaolou had come in.

"I'm scared to death fat man, I'm fine." The fat man said in a trembling voice, he grabbed his back just now, and almost lifted up a whole piece of flesh, and he was so frightened that there was no blood on his face at all.

"Ah Meng, I'm fine!"

Xiao Lou's voice came from the side.

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, Xiaolou and the fat man were fine.

Suddenly, there was a jumble of footsteps outside the door, and Ladyna, holding a flare in her hand, jumped in nervously.

Her face was a little pale, and her hair was very disheveled, which was completely opposite to her previous wise and heroic appearance. Although it was a little out of place, Zhang Meng still wanted to laugh.

Almost at the same time, everyone heard a cry of pain coming from outside the main hall, as if someone had been hurt in some way.

"It's Gao Jin!"

Not far from this palace, Gao Jin didn't know if he was too seriously injured before, and he actually fell to the ground under his feet, and he was about to be caught up by the man in red behind him.

"Fatty, is there any solid fuel?"

Zhang Meng asked anxiously.

"Yes, there's a little bit left."

The fat man nodded and said, most of the solid fuel was smashed out for him just now, and the remaining bit was originally intended to be used at the critical moment, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

With a raised hand, he threw the solid fuel behind Gao Jin, and Zhang Meng took advantage of the light of the flare to shoot a point there.

Immediately, a large flame erupted on the solid fuel, although it was not as amazing as before, but it still made those red-clothed people dare not approach for a short time.

"Fatty, save people!"

Zhang Meng rushed out.

These fires burned for only a dozen seconds, and once the flames were gone, the angry red-clothed men would tear them to shreds.

"What the fuck are you kids!"

The fat man scolded, he didn't expect Zhang Meng to rush out when he said to rush out, and he could only grit his teeth and follow at this time.

The two of them dragged Gao Jin, who was not far from the palace, in. And at this moment, those angry red-clothed people were almost only one step away from them, and Zhang Meng could even feel the biting chill of the Sensen.

A wordless fear enveloped Zhang Meng's heart, and he could almost see the claws stretched out by those red-clothed ghosts!

But strange to say, it seems that as soon as they stepped into the hall, those red-clothed people were cut off from their senses, and they turned around and left, without following up.

"Thank you."

Gao Jin sat up and gasped, and said with a somewhat complicated expression.