The force was so great that even Huang Cheng himself was very surprised, because he knocked out his back molars.

I spit it out, and my cheeks were red and swollen, oozing blood.

But because of this, my mind has become much clearer, and when I look at those monsters again, they have all changed back to their original appearance.

But at this time, these people in front of them were like enchanted people, frantically attacking everyone around them.

Huang Cheng was not stupid enough to persuade them not to fight.

Because this is obviously something that only a psychic can do.

His first reaction was to turn around and run towards the mountain.

He didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't something that a small soldier could handle.

Huang Cheng knows his current identity very well, he is not a big hero who saves the suffering, he is just an ordinary person who is as weak as an ant.

But without taking two steps, Huang Cheng saw that on the stone steps up the mountain, there were two people walking.

They had disappeared around the corner of the stone steps.

Obviously, this was when Huang Cheng was controlled by spiritual arts.

Huang Cheng quickly made a judgment, and he ran towards the pillar at the north from the Zongshan Gate, and on the left side of the pillar, there was a sealed box.

Huang Cheng buckled his militia token, twisted it, and took out a black cylinder from it.

He took out a fire fold from himself and lit the fuse on it.

呲——!

After a sharp and piercing voice sounded, Huang Cheng ran towards the crowd.

Sure enough, the next moment when the signal flare sounded, a divine sense swept over the bodies of everyone in Beili Town.

Huang Chen mixed in with our crowd, took the opportunity to catch a person, tore his clothes on the spot, tied him up, and casually found a corner where no one was there and threw him over.

His eyes looked worriedly at the high mountain peak.

All of a sudden, what's going on?

"Alas...... Ouch, it hurts to death......"

When he beat himself up just now, he didn't feel much of it, but now that he had done what he could do, Huang Cheng felt the hot pain on his face.

That signal flare was left for the town by the Beili Sect in case a spiritualist hurts someone in the town.

However, most of the psychic here's very well-behaved, so they don't use it much.

Beili Town, which had been quiet and peaceful a second ago, suddenly became like hell, and the screams of pain sounded like mournful music.

After Huang Cheng caught a few people, he hesitated again and again, but he still ran towards the north of the mountain, there were two ways up the mountain, and the other one was a little far away, because he had to run to the back mountain, but he was able to avoid those two people.

Before leaving the Zongshan Gate in the north, the handsome man in white looked at the little guy beside him and asked, "I don't know which one you choose?"

The little guy with the black cloak slowly removed the hat that was covering his head.

His dark-skinned face was revealed, his eyes were blood-red, and the whites of his eyeballs were black like an abyss.

This is a unique characteristic of the demon race.

"Of course, I'm just here to help you, and you're going to do that kind of tough battle!"

The man in white closed the folding fan and snorted coldly: "The guy who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, I thought the demons were so belligerent?"

The short demon clan twisted his neck, and sneered in a gloomy voice: "Of course not, our demon clan is very peace-loving, but the contemptible people prefer to see the desperate and painful look, and that is what really makes me happy." ”

"Alas, there is no way, why did I forget to ask Guan Lao before going up the mountain, will I die today. Although his words were full of remorse, his steps forward were still as leisurely.

"Alright, let's start crying, ants!"

He smiled hideously, and a black field spread out of his body.

The entire Beili Mountain was shrouded in it, even including Huang Cheng, who was panting on the back mountain road.

He stared blankly at the dark space above his head.

In the entire Beili Sect, all the people were shrouded in this dark space, including Mu Qixue, who was meditating and cultivating in the sinking room.

Or two fat men and mice who get together to study good food.

Huang Cheng, who was on the mountain road, suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, as if something was imprinted on his soul.

This pain happened to everyone who was shrouded in darkness.

A strange text appeared on their foreheads, marked with a number.

Sikong Jin grabbed Pikachu in his hand and asked, "Why do you have a number on your head?"

Pikachu hugged his head with a solemn face, and said with an ugly face: "Silly fat man, you also have it on your head, what the hell is this?"

The number on the head of the Sikong array is nine.

And Pikachu is seven.

It seems that everyone is different, not only that, Mu Qixue, who was cultivating in the sinking room, wanted to ask her master what was going on, but she couldn't find any trace of the sinking water.

And the people who are isolated from the dark space, there are only four people in the north from the mountain.

Chi Yuan summoned the fire sword and stood in the air.

Recently, the Northern Departure Sect has not been very peaceful, but there are too many people who come to the door to find trouble, right?

The second person was resting in the bedroom, and when she felt the fluctuation of that demonic qi appeared in the Beili Sect, she came out.

There was another person, the man in white.

He smiled awkwardly and said to himself, "Alas, this is really a big problem, how can I hold these three back." ”

The dark space pulls all the people with low cultivation into the space according to their strength, while those with high cultivation stay outside.

This watershed moment in strength is ...... Shenhai.

In the mountains of Beili, Lin Yi, who was wearing an apron around his body and holding a spoon in his hand, walked out of the kitchen with a blank face.

When she saw that the pool wind that was supposed to be in the courtyard suddenly disappeared, the jade hand holding the spoon unconsciously shook it hard.

It bent.

The man in white standing at the gate of the North Sect Mountain smiled awkwardly for a few seconds, the fan in his hand unfolded, and the aura on his body was turbulent.

"I can only fight. ”

"A few people, I don't know if you can break through the bitter hell created by my burning soul origin?"

The powerful spiritual power distorted this space in an instant.

Chi Yuan, who was still looking for the enemy, just felt the presence of the man in white, and his spirit was shocked, this spiritual power was very strong, and he couldn't resist it for a while.

Who would drag me into an illusion at the cost of losing my soul origin?

Chi Yuan had just had such a thought, and the person lost consciousness, and his body fell on the layers of roof tiles.

The people who were also affected were Shen Shui and Lin Yi.

Not to mention Chi Yuan, this kind of spiritual power, even Shen Shui, who is good at spiritual power, only resisted for a short while, and then he also fell into the way.