Qi Jin also sneaked up from behind, and his six arms twisted the legs of a lady, and he pulled her in laughter, tearing her in two, and the fragrance disappeared, turning into turbidity and drifting away.

The ground shook violently, and the screams were incessant......

In order to take my life, the ladies of the white yarn used their strength to eat milk, how could they expect to steal chickens and rice, and in the blink of an eye, they lost two generals.

There are only six of the seventeen stone pillars on the periphery of the circle, and the iron rings bound on them are shaking back and forth, crumbling, and the balls of light in the array are constantly rising and falling, crashing in all directions, and there is a great tendency to break through the shackles.

The remaining six ladies in white gauze understood that the tide was turning, and they were defeated and retreated under the crowd, while we became more and more courageous.

The strange sword in my hand, the fat man's peachwood dagger, the amorous rosary, the red paper umbrella, the purple vines, the Gabala bowl held by the sturdy man, and a group of wandering spirits behind me went into battle one after another, and in the blink of an eye, two more ladies died one after another.

Most of the white silk in their hands was cut off by my strange sword and red oil-paper umbrella, and they became timid and panicked. Victory was in sight, but the accident happened again.

With the continuous collapse and collapse of the stone pillars outside the Soul Detention Circle, I listened to the sound of the "squeak" gear turning.

Turning our heads, the stone door facing the altar on our side slowly rose upward, and a group of people scrambled to get out of the door.

I saw that the group of people were all dressed in coarse cloth coats of blue, black, or blue, with straw sandals on their feet, linen turbans wrapped around their heads, and in their hands they were holding sparkling knives, steel forks, hoes, and other things, and they were full of murderous spirit.

There were also a few people who were still carrying snakeskin bags on their backs, and the bags were bulging, and it seemed that something was moving, and I don't know if they were hiding blades or something.

They were dressed exactly like the middle-aged couple in the stilted building where we stayed last night, and the villagers we met when we went up the mountain, densely packed with people, and there were no less than 100 people!

The difference is that at this moment, the faces of these Saipan villagers no longer have the pleasant look on their faces when they first met.

The swarthy faces were red, their expressions were vicious, their eyes were full of anger, and they stared at us viciously, as if they had seen an enemy who shared the sky.

In addition to tools such as sickles and steel forks, which are obviously used during farming, they even carried seven or eight long-barreled earthen guns in their hands!

Some of these earthen guns are double-barreled, some are single-barreled, and the body of the gun is rough and dark, and at first glance it is a product of folk self-production. Although this homemade earthen gun is completely inferior to regular firearms in terms of accuracy and precision, its lethality is extremely amazing.

Homemade earthen bullets are generally used, and in simple terms, the power at close range is almost equal to that of a shotgun, and it can easily blast several holes in a person's flesh and blood.

The sudden opening of the stone gate and the influx of villagers made us all stunned.

As our attack stopped, the white-gauze ladies had a chance to breathe, and they sprang out of the circle and burrowed into the ranks of the villagers from behind, glaring at us with resentment, and a pair of bright and moving eyes spewing with anger.

The villagers were quite respectful of these white-gauze ladies, and one by one they bowed back, flashed a path for them, and reverently guarded them on both sides.

Although I knew that the villagers of Saipan must have had an affair with this Void Demon Tower, and it should be a relationship similar to a contract, I didn't expect that they would know these ladies guarding the Soul Detention Circle. Write a book

We were already outnumbered, and it took a lot of effort to turn the tide of the battle, and now the opponent in front of us has become hundreds of villagers and four floating female ghosts.

The alliance between humans and ghosts is a spectacle of the ages, and it also burns our previous efforts.

I saw a middle-aged man about forty years old with a yellow turban wrapped around his head and a yellow turban on his head, and spoke.

"You evil sects are crooked, come to my village for thousands of years to ban the younger brother to spread wild, blaspheme the mountain god grandfather, bully the fairy, and want to destroy the eternal sleep of the divine bird, the crime is extremely evil, don't even think about running away today! Kill me! ”

The middle-aged man spoke Mandarin, but mixed with a rich dialect, which sounded awkward and jerky and difficult to understand.

But we had an exchange with the Miao couple last night, and they also spoke Mandarin with strong local characteristics, so they could still understand it.

This guy's rhetoric shocked me.

He said that we are evil and crooked, but we let strange people build demon towers in the mountains, take people's souls, raise monsters and zombies, and call these ladies and ghosts fairies, which is simply putting the cart before the horse, and there is no distinction between right and wrong.

And the mythical bird in his mouth is probably the mythical Saipan. The villagers have lived here for generations, secretly helping the Void Demon Tower, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than the ethereal and ethereal path to heaven.

But how can things be so simple, through the clues collected all the way down, I have determined that the lowest level of this demon tower is a person, that is, the Qin Dynasty period, the strange person who raised the Gu King in his body, not a bird.

The so-called Saipan Divine Bird that devours the soul of the mountain god and can take the souls of the dead to heaven does not exist at all, and it is very likely that it is a cover made up by the Gu King to bewitch the villagers.

These villagers, like his senior brother bald guy, are all blinded! Thousands of years and dozens of generations have worked hard, but they have made wedding dresses for others! Alas......

However, even if this truth is told to the villagers, they will never believe it, and the story passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years is the truth, which is the so-called faith! Unbreakable, indestructible, and with a lifetime!

Whether it is through brainwashing or self-verification, there is no difference!

The middle-aged man in a yellow coarse cloth turban was clearly the leader of the villagers, and as soon as he finished speaking, the group of villagers immediately launched an attack on us.

The barrels of seven or eight earthen guns were aimed at all of us in an instant, and when the board machine was pulled, we heard the "bang bang bang", and the deafening sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and the smoke of gunpowder rose everywhere, rushing straight to the nostrils.

Naturally, we didn't sit still, and we shook our bodies to dodge in all directions. But the gun is not a joke, if you take a shotgun, you will lose half your life if you don't die.

Thankfully, this rectangular hall is quite large, and we're on the other side of the Soul Trap Circle, so there's room to dodge.

In addition, the shooting accuracy of these homemade earthen guns is relatively low, and we have the advantage of zero activity, and no one is hit by a round of strafing.

Even so, there was a lot of danger, and in the middle of the dodge, a shotgun narrowly passed my shoulder. What appeared to be a mixture of tiny iron beads and sand struck a skull ghost fire lamp on the mountain wall behind me.

The skull was instantly torn apart, and a large amount of exploding mountain wall debris flew everywhere, splashing on my back like a fire, grinning in pain......