The treasure is bright, the glory is wanton, there is a Peng bird spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun, knocking a group of forms away, under the loud howl, the sharp claws swim and shuttle, bringing up a splash of blood.

The outline of the bright moon's phantom gradually became deeper, and the uneven potholes on it were carved with wonderful runes one after another, giving birth to brilliant brilliance along the complex lines.

The blood mist swept through, like a huge palm mercilessly slapping away, sweeping away all the forms that rushed forward, and those bodies immediately cracked like vessels falling from a height.

Yin Ziqing's palm was clenched, and those strange blood-colored mist slowly condensed, turning into a palm, grabbing one of the shapes of an old man with a stiff body.

The bald head, which had few hairs, was now deflated like a withered bud, and there were patches of black and yellow unevenly distributed on it.

"Can't this thing be killed?"

An Sheng swept out a blade formed by moonlight again, cutting several forms in half, but those roots seemed to be tireless and endless, and drilled out again, repairing the damaged bodies of the shapes.

"It doesn't look like it's going to change on the outside, but they don't last long. ”

Yin Ziqing moved lightly and brought the old man who was caught by the blood mist to his side.

The wriggling dark red blood clot in the old man's chest, as if it was alive, felt the danger, and was slowly moving backwards.

"Then I'll beat them to death slowly. ”

After hearing Yin Ziqing's words, An Sheng let go of the worries in his heart, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

With a flick of his arms, the treasure glowed, and the winged bird in the air also swooped down quickly, and in the dark night, like a comet, it slammed into the area where the shapes gathered.

The ground shook violently, the dust flew up again, and the huge peng bird turned into bits of light and dissipated, turning into nothingness.

All the struck forms exploded, flesh splattered everywhere, and the sky began to rain with minced flesh.

The bright moon behind An Sheng trembled slightly, the moonlight condensed, and the light slowed down like flowing water, enveloping the frightened pale wolf next to a broken tree.

"I'm scared to death...... wolf said sharply, patting his chest, thinking that his life was in danger again......

No, it's not my body either.

Forget it, now I'm using it and it's mine.

Wolf Li thought for a moment, and immediately thought clearly, and looked at the moving black shadow in the dust and fog with a strange look.

"Ahh I forgot that I couldn't break that thing......"

An Sheng muttered quietly, and touched the sparse pieces of flesh with his feet, but instead of wriggling as before, he suddenly withered down like a flower, and formed a gray-white stone.

"Hey, there seems to be ...... there"

An Sheng nodded, jumped forward, and looked at the wriggling piece of flesh on the ground, about the size of a fist, dark red, with bulging purple veins on it, like the green tendons of the human body.

The blood-colored whiskers came out again, but they were weaker, much shorter than before, pushing the flesh through the ground like tentacles.