Chen Qingqiu couldn't wait to rush down immediately, but the person next to him had great strength, clamping her body tightly, and he couldn't struggle no matter how he writhed. He said in a deep voice:

"Don't move."

The fight between several people on the boulder became more and more intense. Chen Qiu couldn't touch the Taoist priest at all, the opponent's waist was even more flexible than a human being, and seeing that another sword missed, his shoulder was slashed by the other party, and blood gushed out. When the Taoist priest saw the blood, he was even more excited, and the sound of "ho ho" in his mouth continued, and he shook the soft sword fiercely, and immediately attacked again.

Chen Qingqiu's eyes were about to split, she pushed the person next to her fiercely, and stretched out her hand to the bead on her waist.

Fortunately, Chen Qiu quickly stood up and threw a yellow talisman over, which hit the Taoist priest's eye and interrupted his movements. On the other side, Shen Liuyuan and another demon hunter were also uncomfortable, those three horses seemed to be extremely powerful, and they were not subject to rune paper, and they were kicked by the horses' hooves to death, and their internal organs were really difficult to recuperate!

At this moment, a faint black smoke stretched out from the feet of several people, almost nothing under the cover of the night. Chen Qingqiu felt it, and as the black smoke rose, there was a strange smell - a fishy smell between sweetness and coolness.

She dared to say that she had never smelled anything stranger than this in her more than twenty years of life, so as soon as she smelled it, her brain felt like it was being electrified, and she deeply recorded the smell. She stopped struggling and looked at the source of the flavor.

Shen Yunfei, who was beside him, noticed Chen Qingqiu's change and cast a surprised look at her, but soon he turned his head to stare at the boulder below.

The black smoke rose higher and higher, and they "grew" out of the magic circle, and at this time, they were already about to submerge Shen Yuntang's body lying on the ground. From Chen Qingqiu's point of view, those people and horses were simply standing in a black fog and fighting, as long as they lowered their heads slightly, they could see the difference.

But except for the Taoist priest who laughed even more rampantly, no one else noticed.

"Forgotten ......"

The people around him muttered.

Chen Qingqiu's heart pounded, she turned her head stiffly, and the man next to her seemed to have forgotten her existence. His voice became slower and slower, his anger piled up point by minute, and the "forgetting words" one after another became a soul-snatching curse!

His face began to turn into a mushy thing and slip down, Chen Qingqiu's peach blossom eyes widened in shock, his hand clenched the focus handle, and his breath became short. She wants to move! But, God! Her hands and feet were so weak that she couldn't hold a dagger at all!

The man's face slid all down, revealing long, thin eyes and a tear mole in the corner of his eye. Soon, his eyes began to be bloodshot, turning into beast pupils, and strange patterns appeared on his face, and blood flowed. A strong gust of wind suddenly surged through the woods, and the man stood up and jumped down from the tall tree trunk.

The wind was very loud, and the strange smell that should have been blown away became stronger and stronger in the wind.

Chen Qingqiu breathed heavily, before he could react from the disgusting and shocking scene. Thinking of that "forgetting to speak", she was so distraught that she propped herself up on the trunk of the tree, and climbed down with the branches and branches.

"Old man...... White Grass ......"

Chen Qingqiu's hands were soft and his feet were soft, he climbed to a place three or five meters high, and when he heard the screams of his subordinates, his feet fell down as soon as they were weak. Below was a high mountain wall, Chen Qingqiu only had time to glance at the boulder, only to see Bai Mao's whole body wrapped in black mist like the reincarnation of a demon, the Taoist priest rolled in front of him, and Chen Qiu stood not far away......

Falling from a high altitude was not a pleasant experience, accompanied by the screams of men and the strange smell of the boulder, Chen Qingqiu pulled out the zhu, and her head and body were scratched by the branches and shrubs. In the process of continuing to slide, Chen Qingqiu fiercely inserted the bead into the stone wall.