The head of the corpse was pressed hard by Jiang Ziwen, half of his face was embedded in the moist soil, and he ate a mouthful of soil, not to mention, his face was covered with dirty and smelly mud.

Hearing what Jiang Ziwen said in his ear, he was stunned and stopped struggling, and at the same time, he found that he could raise his head, because Jiang Ziwen let go of himself.

For a moment, he seemed to understand Jiang Ziwen's intentions.

This man is protecting him!

Because he is now possessed in a body that looks exactly like his sister.

And his sister and Donghuang Wuji have a broken arm feud!

If Donghuang Wuji saw his face...... It will not be let go.

The password of the spirit circle was printed in his mind, and the spirit died coldly squinted the beautiful eyes shining in the dark night, only when Jiang Ziwen was with him, how could he be willful, and he could beat and scold Jiang Ziwen, but in the face of the appearance of the enemy, the spirit died as if he had changed people.

Compared with Jiang Ziwen's coldness and ruthlessness, fearlessness, the corpse is more calm and outrageous.

After Jiang Ziwen finished speaking, he stood up proudly, although he was alone, but in the face of so many guns pointed at him, the terrifying cold light in his eyes seemed to be more terrifying and terrifying than this swarthy muzzle.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and sneered, "This king came here just to snatch back the woman that this king fancied, but I didn't expect to run into this king's invincible yin and yang officials in the past, and those barking mourning dogs killed on the coast earlier are your people?" ”

Jiang Ziwen stood there proudly, his eyes moved down slightly, and he was "catching up" with Donghuang Wuji, but he was actually helping Lingwu fight for a chance to escape.

When the words fell, he glanced at the spirit corpse hidden behind him, half-kneeling on the ground, and quietly entering the password of the spirit sealing circle, seeing that this guy was calm and did not show flaws, the four were not nervous, and smiled with relief, and then without waiting for Donghuang Wuji to speak, he continued to interrupt: "Donghuang Wuji!" Don't you invite this king to your place to catch up on the past? Maybe this king is in a happy mood and is willing to cooperate with you and help you? To each according to what he needs? ”

Donghuang Wuji, who was wearing a black cloak, was tightly wrapped all over his body, only revealing a pair of vicious and evil eyes, sneering again and again, as if he had seen through everything and stared at Jiang Ziwen.

"King Jiang is stalling for time? Whoever cooperates with me, I will believe it, but you, I dare not believe it, the ghosts and gods of the underworld are well known, King Jiang is cruel by nature, and he feels bitter and disgusted for betrayal, so you will never cooperate with me. Let me guess......" Donghuang Wuji stood with his hands in his hands, sneering with compassion, "You should also find that your spiritual power is getting weaker and weaker, the deeper you go into this place, the harder it is to use, I am outnumbered, and I have weapons, even if I can't kill you, I can imprison you, or...... You seem to care a lot about this woman who is on her knees and embarrassed? Are you helping her stall? ”

Donghuang Wuji glanced at the "woman" who was kneeling on the ground with a muddy face on her face, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt.

Dozens of guns were aimed at Jiang Ziwen and Lingji.

And at this time, with a slight "click", the spirit martyr unlocked the spirit sealing circle that imprisoned his spiritual power, and at the same time, he could also hear the words of Donghuang Wuji.

What do you mean?

The deeper you go into this place, the more strenuous it becomes to use spiritual power?

No wonder Jiang Ziwen was as if he was useless, and his face was extremely ugly as soon as he activated his spiritual power.

"Why do I look so familiar with you?"

Donghuang Wuji ignored Jiang Ziwen blocking in front of the "woman", bypassed, and wanted to get closer to find out.

"Maybe you have a problem with your eyes?"

Suddenly, the corpse grabbed a handful of damp soil on the ground, raised his dirty cheeks, and boldly smashed it towards the mask of the Eastern Emperor Wuji!

Donghuang Wuji's reaction is extremely sensitive, his head is biased, and he can easily dodge!

Immediately afterwards, a touch of ruthlessness appeared in the eyes of the girl's image! Cold as ice, a squatting and flying sideways kick feint, pretending to attack Donghuang Wuji, but a second before kicking out! Retract the action violently and jump! Grab Jiang Ziwen's strong wrist and want to run!

He held his breath and condensed, urging his spiritual power, according to the strength of the fourth place in the spiritual power ranking of the Three Realms, he lifted the spiritual death of the spirit sealing circle, and he should have burst out with earth-shattering spiritual power, sweeping away the surrounding people with guns pointing at them!

The moment he could activate the spiritual power, Ling's heart trembled fiercely, he almost felt the difficulty of breathing like suffocation, and the spiritual power seemed to be blocked in his body, unable to exert his original strength, so he could only barely drag Jiang Ziwen to flee quickly!

At the moment when the spirit corpse sprang up to attack Donghuang Wuji, dozens of guns around him, and then fired at them three times in a row, shooting fiercely!

Under the bright aurora illumination, between the firelight of the rain of bullets, and the deafening gunfire, dense bullets shot towards the corpse that dragged Jiang Ziwen jumping up and down, like a hornet's nest, as if he was bent on the corpse and Jiang Ziwen and death!

"You go! I'll stay and drag them down! ”

Jiang Ziwen wanted to shake off the hand of the mourner, but found that the young man in front of him with the image of a girl had amazing strength, and he was determined to let go, just like a partner on the same front, he would never give up!

Lingwu gritted his teeth, his face was pale, he could only barely use 3% of his spiritual power, and the light shield that he conjured up to block bullets with his spiritual power almost consumed all the spiritual power that could be used in his body.

Obviously, he couldn't cope at first, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but while he was running away, he looked back at the cold and cold, and glanced at Jiang Ziwen fiercely!

"What? Look down on me, the fourth child who is lower than you in the Three Realms spiritual power rankings? Let's go together! I'm not going to give you any chance to do anything to hurt my sister! I'm going to have to fix your eyes on you! ”

The moment the words fell, the spirit took a deep breath, feeling a bullet pass his ear, and his eardrum was about to burst!

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Ziwen always liked to humiliate him.

With a sneer, the spirit died with the last breath of spiritual power, and bent over to carry the tall and mighty Jiang Ziwen as if he were carrying a flat burden!

"Jiang Ziwen! What do you eat! So heavy! "Scolding.

“……”

Feeling that the spiritual power was rapidly draining, the light shield that used the spiritual power to conjure up the bullet behind him also disappeared due to the lack of spiritual power, and the spiritual death was exhausted, but he gritted his teeth and was resolute, stepped on the ground, shook a side of soil, flew up in the air, and flew towards the depths of a dark and lightless forest.

But at this time, Lingyan heard that not far behind him, it seemed to be Donghuang Wuji, and shouted: "Take an RPG to knock them down." ”

At the same time, the corpse looked back and was shocked to find that on the waterfall where they fell, four giant prehistoric salamanders fell down the waterfall violently!

That scene, not to mention how energetic!

"Jiang Ziwen, what is an RPG?"

The Dead spotted a strange-looking man covered in green, carrying a cannon-barrel-shaped object, aimed at them, and pressed the launch button, and a long "stick" flew towards them.

Hearing this, Jiang Ziwen turned his head down and sneered in a low voice: "Commonly known as a portable bazooka, it can blow us up into the sky with one shot." ”