111, the magic power is blazing

Dugu Huan squinted at Guardian Seventeen's surprisingly wide left sleeve, and smiled as if asking: "You don't seem to be worried at all?"

Hearing this question, Guardian Seventeen was obviously touched, his face was stunned, he seemed to realize something, and then smiled bitterly, and sighed: "Hehe, how can I not be worried? You don't know that I was for this monster in the first place, but I couldn't sleep for months and couldn't eat, if I didn't worry, how could I waste all these years and use it on her." ”

In the end, Guardian Seventeen couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"It's Dugu's rudeness. ”

Dugu Huan suddenly understood that this person, as well as those who followed him, were probably prepared for the worst. He looked at Guardian Seventeen's left sleeve again—perhaps, it was some kind of sacrifice for the task of slaying demons.

Realizing that he was under some kind of restraint, the Cursed Spider Demon became furious and broke the Blood Mist Barrier.

Under the impact, the illusion enchantment set up by Guo Yu disappeared, and a powerful magical aura erupted, overflowing the entire world.

The air currents in the whole valley were stirred, the trees were broken, the wind and clouds were stirred, the birds were screaming and flying in the air, and the beasts were crying out for their lives in the forest.

This monster seemed to sense the Buddha power that had just attacked him, and the giant palm that covered the sky pounced on Guo Yu repeatedly.

Guo Hua was surrounded by everyone in the middle, and it was difficult to turn around for a while.

"It's not good—" Dugu Huan shouted.

The Liangyi knife was pulled out in an instant, and an extremely cold knife wind slashed towards the resentful spider demon.

Although Dugu Huan's knife was in a hurry, it also had the strength to cut gold and jade, but it didn't show the slightest scar when it was slashed on the spider demon's body.

This demon is fifteen feet tall in the world, half of his body is almost in the clouds, his eight arms are like optimus pillars, and the head is headed by a woman, with long hair, shawl, fangs, and a huge mouth, and three small sarcoma-like heads on the back of the neck, which are hideous and abnormal.

The huge demon body almost obscured half of the sky, and with the appearance of the demon head, a cold and resentful demonic aura eroded everyone's heart.

This monster didn't know what kind of cultivation method it was, and it was covered in a dead black aura, and even its skin was a dull black, and Dugu Huan's Taiyin knife wind slashed at her, but she was not moved at all.

Dugu Huan's aid failed, and the body of the resentful spider demon was forced down like a mountain toppling, and his fists danced like wheels, and Guo Hua was already slammed to the ground by the devil's fist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Dugu Huan hurriedly withdrew and retreated, and looked back at the battle situation, the devil's four or five arms came out together, as if he was crazy, and smashed his fist on the place where Guo Hua was standing, and it trembled and roared.

Everyone's hearts were cold, Guo Gongzi was more than lucky, and this chaotic fist had to be smashed into pulp.

Dugu Huan was most concerned about the safety of his friend, so he immediately jumped up, stepped on the long arm of the resentful spider demon, killed the monster's shoulder in an instant, and stabbed the back of the enemy's head with a knife.

Unexpectedly, Dugu Huan's footsteps were unsteady, but he saw a head behind the spider demon suddenly open his eyes, and a foul mouth opened his mouth, and a stinky pus arrow shot towards his face.

Dugu Huan didn't dare to be careless, and in a panic, he jumped up again, and his body lost his support and fell into the air.

The giant palm of the spider demon followed, and suddenly attacked Dugu Huan.

Dugu Huan, whose body was falling, had nowhere to borrow strength, there was no way to hide, there was no way to avoid it, he was hit by a heavy palm, flew out, and fell straight into the bottom of the cliff.

Originally, everyone was already afraid when they saw this demon god who invaded the heavens and the earth, and there were two masters of their own side, Guo Hua and Dugu Huan, who had suffered heavy losses and unknown life and death, and the huge and gloomy despair was like a stone, firmly stuffed into everyone's hearts.

"They're fine, don't panic, quickly find a place to hide. "Guarding Seventeen, who has been calm and indifferent, is still calm and indifferent.

Although he didn't know why he concluded that the two of them were fine, he was still happy in his heart when he heard him say this, especially Yan Zhenqing and Li Hu, who obviously had a layer of smiles on their faces at this critical moment.

Under the leadership of the old man, ** and the guardian clan soon found a dry valley on the edge of the cliff, and everyone hid in it one after another.

Although it is a little dangerous to get close to the cliff, this valley is deep and narrow, and people hide in it, and the top of their heads is still more than a foot above the ground, and the demon god's feet are big and fists, and they can't hurt everyone.

Unafraid of danger, Li Hu found a crooked-necked tree on the bank of the valley, and his body was half-hung there, continuing to watch the progress of the battle.

There are also several trained young men in the Guardian Clan, who took the grappling hook and hooked the cliff wall, showing their heads, paying attention to everything on the field.

Because Guardian Seventeen and his followers did not retreat with the group, they were still at the feet of the Demon God, constantly jumping and moving to dodge a stampede.

The cry of the eagles sounded again in the valley, and after a few circles, one after another the eagles recognized their companions and swooped down, and before the giant claws of the spider demon could be killed, they had already risen again and carried the people into the air.

The goshawk had a special saddle on its back, the teenagers pulled the eagle rope, and a beautiful harrier turned over and rode on the goshawk's back.

The teenagers rode the goshawk and kept flying around the cursed spider demon, taking the opportunity to throw one package after another on the spider demon.

Once the parcels smashed into the spider demon, they each broke open, freeing up clouds of pink smoke.

Everyone was puzzled, even the people who guarded the clan were amazed, pink smoke rose up, and the demon god didn't seem to be harmed, it was still fierce and abnormal.

The evil wind was rising, and there was a bewitching fragrance mixed in it, undoubtedly the smell of those pink smokes.

People are even more puzzled, rouge incense powder?

Although Ashinad is indeed a bewitching woman, this demon god was also a woman in his previous life, but he can become the current fierce and vicious ghost, these rouge gouaches are afraid that they can't arouse their interest, right?

Even if we grease and whitewash them, they won't let us go, right?

Not only that, but the Cursed Spider Demon has become even more violent in your provocations, and it seems that these people actually intended to do so.

The enraged demon gods and demons swelled, and the vast evil aura filled the universe, as well as the strange and demonic aroma, drowning the entire valley in an atmosphere of despair and confusion.

The manic spider demon trampled the ground and swept the eagle flock circling in front of him.

The goshawk's movements were too quick and agile, and the Cursed Spider Demon repeatedly missed even though it had four heads and eight arms, and became more irritable, and its fangs and huge mouth opened violently—a cloud of three-yin fire erupted.

The scope of the fire was too wide, and it was unexpected, and immediately several large eagle wings were burned, and their bodies fluttered away from the battle circle.

The eagles could no longer get close to the demon god, and the teenagers hovered in the sky on the big eagles, constantly shooting with their crossbows, although they couldn't really hurt her, but they also caused the spider demon to be manic and helpless.

As time passed, the consciousness of the Cursed Spider Demon was also restored. She stopped entangled with the eagles and began to look for the people who were hiding.

The demon god was condescending, so he naturally found them without wasting his strength, strode to the dry valley where everyone was hiding, and smashed it down with a heavy fist.

Even hiding in the deep and narrow rift, seeing the huge and powerful figure of the demon god, people were still frightened and shrunk even tighter.

The deep fear had already made people lose their voices, the muscles all over their bodies were twitching and spasmoming, and the sound of their hearts beating was like a drum, and each blow made their chests hurt.

The punches landed on top of their heads, clattering rocks and clattering on people, several times as well.

Life is still there, people cover their chests with force, trying to use the strength of their hands to suppress the wild beat, as if the heart will suddenly burst.

The four or five arms in front of the Cursed Spider Demon swung off like wheels, but the people in the chasm of the valley were unharmed.

Realizing that something was wrong, the spider demon leaned down and looked at the crowd with a sinister smile, gasping for breath at them, a suffocating stench from the depths of hell.

In the cloudy and empty eyes of the Cursed Spider Demon, the shadow of Ashnard could be faintly seen, and even the sinister smile with a bit of mockery was hers, and it seemed that she had volunteered to sacrifice herself to this monster.

It's just that whether she controlled the monster or the monster invaded her body is difficult to determine.

The Cursed Spider Demon wantonly spat out bursts of Hell's breath into the chasm of the valley, which meant to play with its prey.

She enjoyed just watching a group of people trembling in fear and despair, too frightened to say a word.

The elder of the guardian clan, an old man in his old age, proudly met the gaze of the resentful spider demon, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he seemed to be looking through the hollow and cloudy eyes of the other party, looking into the depths of the demon god's heart—to the consciousness of Ashnad.

The Cursed Spider Demon Maniac spat out a vicious breath at the old man, but the old man remained unmoved.

The demon god kept hitting the rock and soil above the old man's head, and the dust fell, and under the absolute power, he was still a stubborn and unyielding face.

Over the years, the old man has cooperated with Ashnard Ququan on the surface, but behind the scenes, he has done a lot of damage to Ashnard's various conspiracies, and Ashnard has no choice but to keep his anger in his stomach in order to use the people who protect the clan.

Ashnard had long hated the old guy standing in front of him, and if it weren't for him, he might have already pocketed the Guardian Clan along with their secrets—at least at that time, he hadn't realized that Guardian Seventeen actually had other intentions.

The indescribable stubbornness of a weak person is often more likely to irritate those who believe in their own strength.

The Cursed Spider roared, its chest rising and falling—not a heartbeat, but a powerful destructive force brewing and about to erupt.

People have seen her ability to breathe fire and venom, and hiding in such a narrow space, whether it is dead fire or venom, it will be unavoidable, and it will become her final farewell to this world.

People instinctively close their eyes, not to give in, but to retain a little hope for the last good hope of the world.

"Whoa—"

A terrible roar shook the valley.

It is a mixture of anger and sadness, a contradictory thing intertwined with indifferent hatred of human feelings and nostalgia for a beautiful original intention.

Many people thought they had died in this roar.