The hour had passed, the sun was setting in the west, and the suffocating heat wave in the air was finally showing signs of dissipation, and the orange-red fiery clouds lit up half of the sky, heralding the cool breeze of the coming evening beginning to weave through the narrow alleys of the woods.

The dark red figures are jumping, going forward and backwards, and they seem to never stop, they are like fire clouds burning on the ground, and the bright red color looks so shocking in the dim sky!

The fight continues!

At this time, the north side of Luojiazhuang is close to the center.

This is the intersection of the old and the new, the narrow alleys contrasting with the brand new houses, the freshly paved stone pavement smells clean, and if you ignore the dark red liquid flowing quietly between the cracks in the unfilled stone slabs, it is definitely a peaceful and peaceful scene.

A huge stone lion squatted at the exit of the alley, in front of the low walls on both sides there were still remnants of old stone walls that had not had time to be demolished, and the blue vines climbed up the walls, and then hung down weakly on the other side, this is the original exterior wall of Zhuangzi, which has kept the monsters out again and again in the past few years, but now it has become an abandoned building that obstructs the way.

Under the wall, a team of people is methodically reorganizing the team.

"Thank you for your help!" A woman dressed in white with a blue and white collar embroidered with blue and white tied up her loose hair and hugged her fist to Mu Yan.

"You're welcome." Mu Yan also returned the salute with his fists, and after dealing with these martial artists for a long time, he had already done this action very skillfully.

This is the sixth batch of martial artists he helped, the woman is an elder of a very famous sect in a small country around (Mu Yan doesn't know anyway), surnamed Feng, with a single name and a lotus character, the sect revealed by herself that it is a sect that only recruits female disciples, and the reason why they appeared here this time was to come out to practice on the orders of the master.

"But the Taoist is from the north?" Finally having time to spare, Feng He carefully looked at the young "Dao Chief" in front of him and said with a smile.

"It's exactly ......" Mu Yan roughly calculated the current physical exertion, and as he spoke, he took out a piece of braised pork that was marinated into a dark brown and steaming hot from the imprint space and threw it into his mouth, chewing it carefully, and opened his mouth vaguely, eating and talking correctly, without caring at all about what the woman in front of him who had a good impression of him thought of him.

Feng He was obviously stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect the Taoist priest living in the legend to eat like this.

In her imagination, these mysterious and powerful Taoist priests should eat plainly and quietly, their every move is calm, and their gestures are as comfortable and peaceful as flowing water.

But the little Taoist in front of him ...... If you want to say what it feels like to watch him eat, Feng He only feels as if he is a little hungry......

The expression of earnest chewing and savoring seemed to have some magic power, which aroused her appetite little by little.

Unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she took out a piece of dry food from the burden behind her back and took a small bite.

"Then please tell the Taoist chief how the battle is now." She also learned from Mu Yan to talk while eating.

Originally, it was very rude to talk to someone while chewing something in your mouth, but now that we are in an emergency period, it is the most important thing to seize every minute and every second to restore combat effectiveness, and this unnecessary thing is naturally ignored.

"North, ah......" Mu Yan thought for a while, "It's still in a stalemate, some ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and he jerked his head up and looked in one direction.

Feng He is also an old man, and he was only stunned for a moment when he saw his actions, and then immediately reacted.

"Formation!" She snorted softly, and stood in front of Mu Yan with a thin sword in her hand at some point.

Brush Brush Brush!

Several white shadows scurried up to them, protecting them in the middle.

This is the female disciple Feng He brought to practice, all of them are skilled, after protecting the two of them in the middle, they stared at the direction that Mu Yan was looking at with bated breath, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Almost at the same time as they formed their formation, a huge shadow obscured the sky above them, as if a dark cloud had drifted overhead, and the whole alley instantly darkened!

It's like a real demonic energy that is overwhelmingly flooded like an inundation flood!

The stone wall shook, and the surrounding vines clinged to the stone wall with an overwhelming clicking sound.

The skin all over his body tightened, and at this moment, Mu Yan involuntarily gave birth to an illusion of drowning! When I breathed a breath, I couldn't spit it out.

Compared to Mu Yan, the other people around him were no better, and several young female disciples couldn't withstand the deterrence of this demonic aura, and they were already sitting on the ground with frightened faces!

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, but after a moment of stunned effort, all the demonic energy that was rolling in disappeared.

The dim sunlight shone on everyone's faces again, and the wind set off by the figure filled the entire street belatedly, Mu Yan came back to his senses and hurriedly turned his head to look at the other side, only to see that the huge black shadow had gradually faded away under the setting sun.

"This demonic qi ......" He slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were full of surprise, in the burst of demonic qi just now, he felt a familiar energy fluctuation, which was very similar to the black feather attack he encountered when he first entered this world!

Obviously, this is the youkai that slaughtered a street and buried eight tourists at the beginning!

Judging from the combat power data he has collected so far about the monster, the level of this monster is almost certainly a monster!

Yes, only the demon general can suppress the person with the demon qi alone!

Mu Yan showed a wry smile.

Hehe, it is estimated that none of the tourists at that time could have imagined that they had dealt with their mission objectives at the beginning......

"Escape from the beasts!!" At this moment, an old but neutral voice came from a distance.

Mu Yan turned his head again, only to see a white-haired old man stepping on white clouds flying rapidly from a distance, although the speed was obviously more than a step slower than the previous monster, but he didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

When approaching the old wall, the white-haired old man suddenly stopped, let out a cold snort, shook the dust at the figure that had gone away, and brushed it hard in the air!

The figure in the distance was immediately struck by lightning, slammed into a painful eagle roar, and its body was about to fall down.

However, to Mu Yan's disappointment, it did not fall to the ground in the end, but flashed black light on its body halfway through the fall, and flew away from Luojiazhuang at a speed that was several times faster than before.

Injured? Mu Yan squinted his eyes, judging from the various signs just now, the demon general was obviously injured in the hands of the Dao Chief, and even the final escape method looked like some kind of secret technique that lost vitality, and the injury was on top of injury! That was the final conclusion he came to conclusion.

In an instant, several bold ideas popped up in his mind, but in the end, they were all forced down by him.

He certainly knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he missed it, he probably never would have it again!

This is the period when the demon general is at his weakest, and according to the conclusion that he has studied magical animals at Hogwarts, the more physically strong the creature with strong magic in its body, the stronger its recovery ability!

Is the demon general physically strong? Judging from Mu Yan's current observations, as long as it is a monster, even if a rabbit cultivates into a big demon, he can slap a person's head with one slap! Not to mention the demon generals.

Coupled with the terrifying demon power in the demon general's body...... Mu Yan estimated that it would take six days at most, and the external injuries on its body should be over after six days.

As for whether it hurt his soul or something else that needed more time to recover, Mu Yan didn't know.

Obviously, the sooner you make a move, the higher the chances of success!

But Mu Yan finally suppressed his imminent thoughts.

On the one hand, he didn't believe that the amusement park would be so kind to give them such a big bargain in the first place, but they picked up the leak.

On the other hand, there is always a feeling of unsteadiness in his heart, as if something has been missed by him, and he always feels that something is wrong in his heart, but when he thinks about it carefully, he can't think of what is wrong.

After fusing some of Riddle's soul, his instincts became sharper, and many times it was no longer a guess without reason.

In this kind of matter that is related to the life of his family, since his intuition has made an early warning, Mu Yan still chooses to be cautious and cautious!

The white-bearded and white-headed Dao Master didn't know when he had left, and he didn't seem to notice the little shrimp under his feet at all, Mu Yan came back to his senses and wanted to find him, and there was only a cloud in the time and space left.

He lowered his head and looked at the women, all of whom had a weak wry smile on their faces.

The way of this world......

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As night fell, the guards in the village began to shrink back to the second line of defense, and after an afternoon of cleaning, the monsters that had infiltrated the inside of the village had been exterminated, and the rest was nothing to worry about.

A large number of wounded people withdrew to the temporary stone wall, lying in the cold stone house, the flow of people coming and going was endless, the noisy footsteps and shouts never seemed to stop, the eighty or ninety square meter stone house was illuminated by torches as bright as daytime, some people were carried in, and were quickly carried away, but more wounded people walked in by themselves, leaning on a corner silently waiting for treatment.

The doctors with the names of the various apothecaries embroidered on their clothes were already busy, and they had been busy for ten hours, and it was not uncommon here to push away the wounded who had fallen asleep or died of sleep to find a sleeping doctor with herbs in his hand from below.

When Mu Yan returned to the east of Zhuangzi from the stone house, it was already Zishi, and he walked into the small courtyard where the corpses of the pig demon were stored, and the courtyard was full of black holes, and it was obvious that no one had come back yet.

With his psychic sense, he bypassed the flower pots on the ground, bypassed the broken walls, and went indoors, lighting the kerosene lamp.