Master Mao saw all this in his eyes, and his heart was anxious, regardless of the evil rakshasa that rushed over him, and rushed towards patriotism.

But it's still too late.

There was a scream around Aiguo, and Master Mao felt a pain in his heart, and he was about to fall down if he couldn't lift it in one breath, but suddenly he saw that all the evil rakshasas around Aiguo fell to the ground and rolled in pain, quickly turning into a puddle of bad water.

Master Mao was pleasantly surprised.

A lot of blood was still bleeding out of the patriotic arm, and as soon as he shook his arm, the burly blood was thrown out, and all the evil rakshasas stained with blood rolled to the ground, and a clearing was cleared around the patriotic side. Master Mao's spirits were lifted and Guan Long rushed to the front of the patriot, and everyone gathered again.

The pure Kuiyang Treasure Blood, which is not mixed with dog blood and chicken blood, is the most powerful killing weapon, but how much blood can a person sprinkle out.

The patriotic blood splattered out again, and he was about to fall to the ground as soon as he fainted.

Master Mao hurriedly caught Aiguo, and pressed the acupoint on Aiguo's shoulder to stop the bleeding for Aiguo. Zhao Banxian tore his clothes and bandaged his wounds.

After Zhao Banxian held Aiguo, Master Mao caught the blood that Aiguo kept dripping, and directly brandished the thunderbolt knife and pounced on the group of evil ghosts.

Guan Hu hugged Guan Long, tears streaming down his eyes. Guan Long patted Guan Hu, and also stretched out his hunting knife to catch the blood that came out of Aiguo. After the left side of the hunting knife was stained with blood, Guan Long reversed the knife, and when both sides were stained with precious blood, he brandished the hunting knife and rushed to Master Mao's side, slashing at the evil rakshasa in front of him.

Guan Hu also learned from Master Mao and Guan Long to reach out the knife to pick it up, and when he caught it, Zhao Banxian had already bandaged his arm with patriotism, and the bleeding had stopped. Guan Hu rubbed the hunting knife twice on the wooden platform, and rushed to Guan Long's side when it was stained with blood.

The three of them swung vigorously, and as long as the evil rakshasas who rushed over were stabbed, there was no other result, only a painful wail to die, and even many evil rakshasas watched their bodies quickly turn into a puddle of sewage, and the entire wooden platform was surrounded by a foul smell.

Master Mao, who was already injured, tried his best just now, and gradually his breath was uneven, and he gasped for breath. Looking forward in the slash, the evil rakshasa that had been suppressed by black pressure before was still half killed, and he could only take a hard breath and wield a long knife.

The waist injury was not bandaged, and after a long time of exerting force, Master Mao was close to exhaustion, and his breath became more and more chaotic. I felt that the true qi in my body was slowly dissipating, the altar, what happened to the altar, I turned my head and saw that the altar was no longer shaking, it began to beat, and the incense burner and candlestick on the table were about to fall. The fire rushed to his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his feet were unstable, and he fell backwards at once.

Guan Long shouted, "Master Mao", copying Master Mao with one hand. The evil spirits around him rushed over. The nearest evil rakshasa had already bared his white teeth and bit at Guan Long. Guan Long held Master Mao, unable to dodge, and was about to be bitten.

A "bang" gunshot, the evil rakshasa was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up.

Aiguo turned his head and saw that Twelve was kneeling on the ground, and the shot just now was fired by Twelve.

It turned out that Twelve saw that everyone was injured, endured the severe pain, picked up Guan Hu's shotgun and fired a shot.

Zhao Banxian helped the patriot to the altar and shouted to the patriot, "Hold the altar and use Prajnaparamita"

After speaking, Zhao Banxian rushed to Guan Long's side and took Master Mao from Guan Long's hand.

Guan Long and Guan Hu danced their hunting knives and stood in front of Master Mao and Zhao Banxian.

Master Mao nodded at Zhao Banxian, and Zhao Banxian couldn't understand what he meant in a hurry. Thinking that the master was going to explain the future, he panicked, but saw Master Mao cry out three words in pain, "blood, blood Ganoderma lucidum"

Zhao Banxian's mind suddenly understood, and he scolded himself for being stupid.

Running to the altar, he knelt down and took out the large black carved wooden box with a charm on each side from under the table.

Aiguo has always been curious about this big black wooden box, and when he saw Zhao Banxian holding it out, he held the wooden table with both hands and turned his head to see what was in the wooden box.

Zhao Banxian quickly tore open the spell and opened the wooden box. The lid of the wooden box was only opened, and a white light shot out of the wooden box.

The lid was opened, and there was a blood-red Ganoderma lucidum in the wooden box, and the Ganoderma lucidum was also shaking slightly under the shaking of the wooden box, looking like it was alive, and there was a little white fluorescence on the fleshy fungus cover.

Patriotic surprise, what is this thing?

saw Zhao Banxian break off a piece and stuff it into the patriotic mouth.

This action shocked the patriots, and he hurriedly wanted to spit out that thing. Zhao Banxian's face changed greatly, and he shouted, "Don't, don't spit it out, swallow it"

The thing felt slightly squirming on the tip of his tongue, and he was about to vomit when he looked at it. Zhao Banxian slapped a palm on the throat of patriotism, and a patriotic mouth,

The fleshy thing slipped to his throat, and Aiguo was a little vomiting, Zhao Banxian closed Aiguo's mouth again, and the thing slipped into his stomach at once.

Zhao Banxian saw that Aiguo had swallowed the meat mushroom, so he rushed to Master Mao's side with the wooden box and fed Master Mao to eat.

The patriot here, after swallowing that thing, felt that thing burning in his stomach, and countless streams of heat traveled all over his limbs, which was extremely comfortable in the cold night. It was as if the wound was no longer painful, and the heat disappeared in a flash.

The patriotic wound and arm are not so painful and sour, and then I know that this is a good thing.

The legal table kept beating, and at the moment the patriot didn't think much about it, and pressed the wooden table with his hands, but he couldn't press it no matter how hard he tried. Zhao Banxian over there was shouting again, "Prajnaparamita, use the Great God Mantra, sit down cross-legged" Aiguo sat cross-legged behind the altar, held the altar with both hands, and chanted loudly

"Prajnaparamita, Prajnaparamita,......"

As he kept chanting, the wooden table stopped beating, and the amplitude became smaller, shaking up and down.

On the other side, Zhao Banxian broke off a small piece of the blood lingzhi and sent it to his mouth, and then stuffed a piece in Guan Long and Guan Hu's mouths, and then ran to Twelve's side to feed Twelve.

Patriotic is still chanting, still feeling a little dizzy, flowers in front of his eyes, patriotism seems to seem that too much blood loss blood Ganoderma lucidum can not be replenished, forced to cheer up and keep chanting "Prajnaparamita, Prajnaparamita......"

Reading and reading Suddenly there was a huge scream, Aiguo turned his head to look over, Guan Hu was pulling a headless body and yelling, ah, that, that's Guan Long. Guan Long's head was gone, and blood was still spurting out of his neck. That's Guan Long, who has been playing since he was a child, and he died like this. Is it really dead.

Aiguo had a sharp pain in his head, and he was still dizzy, so he had to lower his head and slow down, is Guan Long really dead.

Looking up again, Guan Hu was still holding Guan Long's body and screaming there, and a large group of evil rakshasas behind him pounced on Guan Hu, one of them had already poked his head out from behind and bit Guan Hu's neck, patriotic to shout, he couldn't shout, his whole body couldn't move at all, every piece of meat on his body was already stiff, and he watched Guan Hu and Guan Long's bodies fall.

The evil rakshasa that bit Guan Hu's neck rode on Guan Hu's body, raised his right claw and thrust it into Guan Hu's chest like lightning, pulling out Guan Hu's heart at once. The evil rakshasa beside him snatched it up, and the evil rakshasa stuffed the heart into his mouth at once, and two large streams of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth.

The evil rakshasa swallowed his heart and raised his head to look at Aiguo, who was disgusted for a while, and his whole body could move again. But I felt cold in my heart, I didn't know what to do, and Guan Hu also died.

Guan Long and Guan Hu are all dead.

Aiguo was cold all over his body, and the muscles on his two eyelids and face trembled uncontrollably, I want to avenge the big dragon and two tigers, and when I raised my eyes, I saw that the group of evil ghosts had pounced on Master Mao, Twelve and Zhao Banxian.

Patriotic eyes are full of anger, the three people over there are all injured, how can they resist so many evil rakshasas,

Master Mao barely stood up, and regardless of the pain in his arms, he stood up with both hands, he took the shotgun and had already loaded the gunpowder and iron sand, and Zhao Banxian helped Master Mao. The eyes of the three were full of pain and anger.

Aiguo pulled out the silver-plated knife and rushed towards Master Mao. One, two, three, three steps to rush to them,

Master Mao Twelve and Zhao Banxian turned their heads to look at Aiguo, and the three of them rushed towards the group of evil rakshasas together with a shout of anger on their faces......

Death came too quickly, and the injured Twelve and Zhao Banxian were thrown to the ground by more than a dozen evil ghosts at once.

Zhao Banxian and Twelve screamed and struggled, Aiguo saw this scene with weak legs and feet, fell to the ground, staggered and stood up and rushed over, no longer saw where Zhao Banxian and Twelve were, only saw a bunch of evil rakshasas gathered together, "bang" A gunshot burst out from the middle, an evil rakshasa was knocked over by a shotgun, and more evil rakshasas rushed over in an instant.

I couldn't hear the cries of Twelve and Zhao Banxian anymore, and Master Mao was still waving a long knife and slashing there, but the sound of thunderbolts could no longer be heard every time the knife was cut out. Despite this, as long as the evil rakshasas who were slashed by the thunderbolt knife all fell to the ground and rolled twice, they turned into a puddle of evil water.

Under the anger, Master Mao slashed more than a dozen knives, and he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife, so he supported the knife on the ground, panting heavily. Five or six evil rakshasas pounced on Master Mao at once, and Master Mao used all his strength to insert the tip of the knife into an evil rakshasa in front of him, allowing the other evil rakshasas to bite his limbs, and turned his head to look at Aiguo.

Behind him, a huge, fierce evil rakshasa right paw inserted into the back of Master Mao's head, the sharp claw of the left hand cut Master Mao's throat, Master Mao's head was pulled into the air by the evil rakshasa at once, and the blood spurting out of the neck cavity sprayed the evil rakshasa face.

The evil rakshasa raised his head to the sky and roared, and all the evil rakshasas followed with a long roar. Patriotic was frightened, his whole body was numb, and he stayed on the spot.

These voices were not heard at all, like deafness, like all the voices disappeared at once. Only those evil rakshasas looked up to the sky with their mouths open, and Master Mao's head was held in the air and his eyes were still open and patriotic, and blood was still dripping from his mouth and neck.

Patriotic heart panicked, only to hear his own chaotic heartbeat,

Tell yourself in your heart that this is not true, Master Mao is not dead, everyone is not dead.

But there was another voice telling themselves that they were really dead.

They are dead and will not come back to life.

It's an illusion.

This must be an illusion.

This is an illusion.

How I wish it was all an illusion, but everything was so real.

The more I think about it, the more desperate I become, everyone is dead, really dead

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