These monks who surrounded Wu Mian and those who did not return only hesitated slightly, and seven or eight people were knocked down by these fellow disciples who had already begun to have seizures. Seeing that they were being bitten bloodily, the rest of the monks finally reacted. At the moment, he didn't care about any fellow disciples, so he raised the magic weapons in his hands one after another, and began to greet these already crazy fellow disciples.

In this way, the monks did not directly smash the heads of these fellow sects, but only used magic to blow them away with a wave of qi, and then they took the opportunity to save their companions who were crushed below and covered in blood. However, the alchemists who had gone crazy were not finished, and as soon as they landed, they got up and rushed towards their fellow men again.

"Get out of here!" After Jingwei cut off the heads of three or four mad ways with the bronze swords that the two disciples committed suicide just now, he said to the other monks: "Lock them up in the Hall of Eternal Life, maybe you can find a way to save them in the future......

Before he finished his words, he found that among the monks who were still gathered, the eyes of several people were already a little straight. This expression was too familiar to him, and these crazy alchemists first showed such intimid eyes.

At this moment, Jingwei had already changed his mind, and used the sound transmission method to say to the disciples guarding outside the door: "Seal the gate, no one can go out!" ”

When the words of Master Baitshima fell, the voice of promise was already heard outside the door. Then the gate remembered the sound of the formation turning, it seems that the gate of this Hall of Eternal Life still has some mechanisms, and it will not be so easy for people to enter and exit.

"None of us can get out until we die with them." After glancing at the disciples who didn't know what to do, Jingwei continued: "As long as there is a person who is still attacking, the gate will not open. You can't delay like this, it's time for the killer......"

As he spoke, the bronze sword in Jingwei's hand suddenly flew up. He cut off the head of the disciple who was rushing towards him, and then, under the command of this Bait Island Great Monk, he began to fly towards several other mad Fang Priests.

Although these monks are crazy, they also have some minds. After seeing that the bronze sword was sharp and difficult to deal with, he began to pounce on the other monks who had gathered together. At this time, the frenzied alchemists actually had the ability to adapt, and they would dodge the spells of their fellow disciples in the midst of running wildly. After four or five frenzied alchemists dodged the spell, they had already rushed to the gathered alchemists again.

These alchemists had studied the magic of Jingwei for hundreds of years, and their use of the magic was as natural as if ordinary people were walking and breathing. Although people have gone berserk, after getting used to the rhythm of this madness, they have begun to cast spells on other fellow students.

The Fang priest who rushed to the front and went crazy had already cast a thunder guidance technique on the place where the same sect was gathered, "Boom! With a loud bang, more than a dozen people were knocked down without defense. At this time, these monks realized how dangerous the fellow disciples who came to go crazy were. I can't take care of it anymore, and I have begun to kill people who have gone crazy.

Just as these people came to their senses and began to kill them, suddenly the priests among them began to tremble. It's just that everyone's attention is on the crazy Fang Shi in front of them, and no one has noticed that there is such a hidden danger around them. Just as they were concentrating on dealing with the front of them, someone in the crowd suddenly went crazy, knocked down the same people around them, and began to bite them non-stop.

All of a sudden, these alchemists who had not yet broken out were in chaos. The team that had been tightly gathered together dispersed in an instant, and everyone was worried about whether their companions would suddenly go berserk and attack them, compared to the crazy Fang Shi on the opposite side, the same people around them who might change their faces at any time seemed to be more terrifying.

Just when these scattered monks began to guard against their fellow doors, those crazy monks formed a group. They gathered together and rushed towards the scattered crowd, and the rest of them did not come to the rescue as before. Everyone is self-preservation, and the biggest threat has become the same people around them who have not gone crazy like themselves. The invisible enemy is always much more terrible than the visible.

At this time, the only ones who were still fighting were Jingwei and the little old man who was covered with tooth marks. The two of them originally took the path of joining forces to break the enemy, and there were already more than ten or twenty crazy monks who died under their hands.

However, there are more and more alchemists who suddenly go berserk, and after the two of them rush and kill for a while, the number of mad alchemists has not decreased a little, but the number of alchemists who have not yet had a seizure is getting fewer and fewer. At this time, Jingwei looked at the stumps all over the ground and his eyes were already red, and he was thinking just now that these disciples could escape one by one. Now his mind has changed to just a crazy monk, and none of them can go out, but he didn't find that there seemed to be a few people missing in this hall.

At this time, on the beams of the roof of the Hall of Eternal Life, Wu Mian, Gui Bu Gui and Bai Wuqiu were already sitting here. Looking at the bloody slaughter of their fellow disciples below, the three of them couldn't do anything.

Looking at the scene of the fight below, Bai Wuqiu sighed, and said to the non-smiling Gui beside him: "Old guy, Lao Tzu is a demon and can't get used to this scene." Even if a demon eats people, it won't be so ugly, looking at the blood in this place, Lao Tzu is about to vomit out. What's going on with that Ji prison, the people who come here are going to die. ”

When Bai Wuqiu spoke, he glanced at the cold Wu Mian and said to the white-haired man: "Old man, I ask more, do you see that something is wrong?" ”

"Their seizures are too concentrated" Wu Mian's eyes stared at the Fang Shi who kept starting to have seizures, and after snorting coldly, he continued: "There were a few days apart when I took the medicine, but when I had an attack, I rushed together. What does that mean? It's ugly......"

When the last four words were spoken, a mocking smile appeared on Wu Mian's face. Without waiting for him to speak, Bai Wuqiu beside him couldn't help but say again: "You don't care who is ugly and who is beautiful, there are few normal ones below." Lao Tzu is a demon, so you should see it as a joke, you and they are both human, don't you plan to go down to save them? If you can save one, count it as one. ”

"Who? Are you already going crazy, or are you about to go crazy? After sighing, he looked at the bitter wine he brewed below and said: "Now only Jingwei can be saved, but even if he is rescued, it will be endless to meet again in this life." He's right, it's so ugly......"

At this time, Jingwei's side also changed. The movements of the little old man's hands who joined forces with him suddenly slowed down, and when the next one couldn't dodge, he was thrown to the ground by two mad squaremen. At that moment, Jingwei hurriedly recalled the bronze sword and cut off the heads of the two mad disciples with a single sword.

Just when the bait island master wanted to drag the little old man up from the two headless cavities, there was a low sound from below, and then he saw the little old man push away the two corpses and pounce towards him. At this time, the little old man's eyes were already empty, and his expression was exactly the same as those disciples who died at his hands.

After a low roar, the little old man had already pounced on Jingwei's body and bit down on Jingwei's throat. Under the extreme shock, the Dafang Master of Bait Island did not make a move to resist. Just when Jingwei had already felt the little old man's teeth touching his throat, the little old man's movements suddenly stopped. Then I saw his head fall down on its own and fall to the ground. The blood that spurted out of the cavity of the lost head splattered the head of the bait-island generous master all over his face.

At this time, I saw a white-haired Wu Mian standing beside him, and he used the spider silk chain to save himself just now. However, the current Jingwei didn't accept this life-saving grace at all, and after yelling, he wanted to spill this anger on the white-haired man.

Just as he was about to make a move, the door of the Hall of Eternal Life opened, and Guangzhi rushed in with Ji Jiao and Mo Li......