Ding Wendong looked for prestige at this time, and saw Ding Xiang lying on the ground one or two feet in front of his feet, ah! What's going on, Ding Wendong, who doesn't know why, couldn't help but take a closer look, only to see that there are two soul powers competing with each other in Ding Xiang's body, obviously the dark green has the upper hand, and at this time he heard Ding Xiang's urging voice again, "Son, hurry!" Fast! Kill me, and I really can't hold on anymore. At this time, the muscles on Ding Xiang's face were trembling, and teardrops the size of beans slipped down.

Ding Wendong finally saw it clearly, it turned out that the long vine had directly entered Ding Xiang's body from behind, and was about to come out from the front again, but Ding Xiang was strangled with both hands and couldn't move. Ding Wendong finally understood, at the most critical time, Ding Xiang saved himself with his life, and then looked at Ding Xiang's miserable face at this time, Ding Wendong suddenly remembered a lot, he has followed him since he was a child, no! No! At this time, Ding Wendong wanted to rush over uncontrollably and hold Ding Xiang in his arms.

But what came before him was a fireball, and in an instant, the flames enveloped Ding Xiang's body, and Ding Xiang left his last words in the flames, "Childe, Ding Xiang can't accompany you anymore, I will be your little follower in the next life, just like when we were children...... Yes! …… Yes! Then there was a scream from the flames, Ding Wendong was so frightened that he took a step back, probably unsteady under his feet, and sat on the ground with a bang.

Ding Wendong watched Ding Xiang, who had followed him since he was a child, churning his body in the flames, letting out a terrible scream, and he didn't know whether it was fear or sadness in his heart. He hugged his knees and cried regardless of his identity, "Ding Xiang, don't go, no!" No! I don't want to stay here, I'm leaving, I'll die if I stay here......" Suddenly, Ding Wendong stood up, strode out, and was about to rush out, followed by a spiritual power that hit it, and with a bang, Ding Wendong fell to the ground and fainted.

The little furball sneered not far away, Ding Xiang is so calculating, gambling with his life on the future of the family, ruthless enough! Scratching the back of his head, the dumb tiger asked stupidly, "Little one, what do you say?" What Ding Xiang, family, what do you mean? At this moment, I saw the little furball snatch the gun next to him and aim the muzzle at the head of the dumb tiger, which frightened the dumb tiger and threw his head on the ground and shouted, "The king of the southern foot belongs to you, don't kill me!" ”

But the gun still went off, and the Dumb Tiger only felt that something fell beside him all of a sudden, and the Dumb Tiger opened his eyes and looked to the side from between his fingers, Mom! It turned out to be a headless man, lying horizontally beside him.

Seeing this, the dumb tiger hurriedly got up, squatted beside the corpse, turned around and yelled at the little furball: "Little guy, will you talk about something well?" Always bullied me for being timid. "Just said that the dumb tiger found out from the corner of his eye that the dead corpse lying on the ground that should be motionless seemed to move his fingers, and he didn't know if he was dazzled, but this was enough to scare the stupid tiger into a daze, and he hurriedly picked up a big stick and beat the dead corpse until it was broken into pieces.

As soon as the Dumb Tiger looked up, he found that the little hairball pointed the fire gun at him again, and the Dumb Tiger screamed at this time, "Come back?" This time, I didn't need to use the little hairball, and the dumb tiger smashed the big stick in his hand behind him, only to hear a "snap", and the fierce ghost that suddenly attacked behind him was beaten and turned into smoke and floated out of the hole.

The little furball led everyone to resist and slowly retreated, because the earth guard turned into a zombie just now and there were too many zombies pouring into the hole, and the persecuted little furball they could only retreat while fighting, but this is not more deadly, the most lethal thing is that they have not much ammunition, and there are more and more opponents, it seems to be endless.

Little Maoqiu yelled at Ding Qingtai, "Are you guys okay? I can't hold it anymore! The little furball has its own considerations, after all, at this time, who knows if the other party is deliberately delaying, just waiting for himself to run out of ammunition, and finally bring a spoonful of stew with zombies.

On the other side, Ding Qingtai was even more anxious in his heart, seeing that the trend of the bronze mirror shattering was controlled, but peeking back and looking, there were already a lot of zombies and ghosts in the cave, and at this time, they were mainly ghosts, although the zombies were difficult, as long as they paid more attention to completely remove the other party, it was not too difficult, but the ghosts that turned into ghost fog were different, even if you eliminated them, it was just a black fog again, and it would condense and form again after a while, and it could not be completely cleared at all.

Suddenly, I heard the wind outside the cave, and more black mist drifted towards the cave with the wind. Seeing this scene, Ding Qingtai was also anxious, and shouted: "Resist, you must resist, give me a while, I will be able to finish this place immediately." ”

Xiao Maoqiu wasn't sure if Ding Qingtai was playing tricks, and responded: "At most, we are insisting on twenty sucks, and if you can't handle it after twenty sucks, we can only rush out first, and everyone will have their own destiny." ”

At this moment, Ding Qingtai gritted his teeth and had to use his last trick, in fact, he was also on guard against the little hairballs and didn't dare to use all his strength, but seeing that he was in such a situation, he couldn't help but stop working hard, Ding Qingtai thought in his heart:

First: I don't have much spiritual power at present, and it's only enough to use that trick once, but seeing that the bronze mirror can't be repaired, if it is delayed, I'm afraid that even if I want to use it, the spiritual power will not be able to support it, and what's worse is that more black fog has drifted into the cave.

Second: Even if you give up now, the little furball may be able to kill a bloody way with the fire gun for a while, and what he is good at is alchemy and formation, and it is not what he is good at facing the enemy head-on, and now he can only grit his teeth and fight once, and bet on his luck, I hope that the little furball group is not a treacherous person.

Just when Ding Qingtai was thinking about a small abacus in his heart, the black fog floating into the cave had begun to transform, or the villagers dressed up, or the soldiers of the previous dynasty dressed up, or some larger groups of black fog rose and shrank again, Ding Qingtai couldn't help but jump his eyelids when he saw it, it's broken, the ghost is coming, fight, fight, it's really too late if you don't fight.

Ding Qingtai, who made up his mind, reached out and took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, this was his last reliance, a "sealing talisman", which was a seal talisman specially sealed at the entrance of the enchantment.

Ding Qingtai threw the seal talisman into the air, bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed onto the seal talisman, and then Ding Qingtai conjured a strange rune with the ten fingers of his hands, and there were words in his mouth, with Ding Qingtai's movements, the seal talisman in the air began to enlarge flickeringly, until it was the same size as a bronze mirror.

Seeing that the seal had been formed, Ding Qingtai's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Get up!" "Poured the spiritual power of the whole body into his hands, and pushed it outward, and the spiritual power turned into a torrent to push the seal talisman to the place where the bronze mirror was, but as it got closer and closer to the bronze mirror, it seemed that there was also a reverse thrust pushing outward in the bronze mirror, and the two spiritual powers were blue and black, and under the confrontation with each other, the seal was pushed outward, and the edge of the seal talisman also began to burn.

At this time, Ding Qingtai's eyes were already bloodshot, and seeing that the seal was about to be destroyed, he shouted, "Help me, don't worry about the bronze mirror!" ”

Hearing this, the archmage and the black-robed people who were clustered around the bronze mirror understood what to do when they looked at the situation in front of them, and hurriedly gathered the spiritual power of their whole body on the seal talisman and pressed it to the side of the bronze mirror, with the interweaving of these two forces, the shattering of the bronze mirror became more violent, and at this time, some copper pieces had fallen off, and a dry arm stretched out from the gap, and then looked behind the bronze mirror to see a black hole like a black whirlpool, as if even the sunlight could swallow it.

Under the confrontation of the two forces, the sealing talisman finally slowly approached the side of the bronze mirror, but as it got closer and closer to the bronze mirror, it seemed that its resistance became greater and greater, and the edge of the sealing talisman burned more and more violently with the convergence of the spiritual power of the two sides.

At this moment, Ding Qingtai shouted, "Close!" As the words were spoken, a little golden light lit up in the center of the seal, and there was a ghostly roar in the bronze mirror, and at the same time, the bronze mirror trembled violently, and a large piece of copper fell off, and a huge suction force was emitted from the copper mirror, as if to suck up all the air around it, with the huge suction force, everyone's clothes fluttered towards the copper mirror, the hairpin on the top of the head, and the gravel under the feet were all sucked in.

What's more important is that the black fog inside and outside the cave has also been sucked back, but the ghosts in the black fog also let out a howl of dissatisfaction, and want to drag the people around them to be buried with them.

I saw that the zombies in the cave reacted differently, and some were pulled out of their bodies by this suction force and converged with the black mist, and as the black mist left, the originally possessed person fell to the ground and did not move. More of them were brought into the bronze mirror with the possessed person.

Some of them have just been possessed by the black mist, and they have not yet occupied the body, and under the competition between the two, the screams, cries for help, and cries are endless, and the little furball is in his eyes, and he roars angrily: "No! I don't care what kind of ghosts you are, this is Xiangyin Mountain, this is my world, God blocks me from killing God and Buddha from killing me and killing Buddha! With a roar, "Bang! Bang! Bang! The gunshots rang out again and again, and the little furball at this time couldn't care about the last life-saving hole card, it was going to fight hard!

The little furball vowed to use the last ammunition to save a few more lives, how much to save, at this moment it didn't have time to calculate the benefits and losses here, there was only that sentence in his heart: Who made me the stupidest, so there is only one thing that can be done, I would rather the world bear me, I will never bear the world. Only then will there be people who are willing to follow him.

And at this moment, the muzzle of the little furball is pointing at the people who are fighting for their bodies with the black mist, and of course, the people who are being dragged by the black fog to the bronze mirror, the little furball did not hit their vital points, but wanted to hit a few blood voids in the non-fatal parts of those people's bodies, and wanted to use such a wound and this powerful suction force to suck out the black mist in their bodies.

But this is also a helpless move, after all, in such a chaotic state, who dares to guarantee that the muzzle of their guns will not be raised or lowered by a few points, or because of the struggle of the people, the bullets hit the fatal place. But what else can you do if you don't? What else can you do if you don't do this in such a critical place? No one can answer this question.