If it weren't for the suspicion that the corpse-tailed beeflies produced eggs every time they were killed, Feng Jiutian would definitely turn around and kill these corpse-tailed beeflies that were flying slowly due to the smoke wafting in front of them to avenge Tayun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The smoke drifting from front of us began to fade from thick.

Feng Jiutian shook the reins. The horse flicked his tail, raised his head, twisted his ears a few times, and sped up his pace.

Occasionally, a few fires in front of him were blown up by the wind and flashed out in the dark night, outlining a little mystery to the road ahead.

After walking for a while, on both sides of the carriage, the whole body was black and grass gray. Some of the sorghum stalks that have not burned out stand diagonally or upright in the ashes. From time to time, the scorching smell wafting from the breeze became stronger and stronger, choking Feng Jiutian's throat dry.

After walking for a while, I saw from a distance that on both sides of the road ahead, two rows of big trees with only branches left, were still blazing with dark fires, like dozens of old men, sitting in the dark night, smoking dry tobacco together, those smoke pots, between their inhalation and exhalation, emitting sparks that were bright and dark.

Walked in a little more. The carriage entered the path between the two rows of trees. The smoke and fire on those trees gradually decreased.

In the moonlight, the sparks flickering on the trees were eerie.

A black mist drifted onto the roof of the carriage.

Feng Jiutian jumped out of the carriage, took the reins of the horse in one hand, turned around, and walked back. Look at the group of corpse-tailed beeflies on the roof of the car.

Due to the absorption of the distemper qi on the cloud's body, this group of corpse-tailed beeflies has grown in size. They were hidden in the black mist, shining with a strange cold light.

Feng Jiutian picked up the torch and inserted it in the place where he had just sat when he was driving the carriage.

He retreated to the side of the horse, and with the torches, he looked at the demons.

Just now, it was the disgusting appearance of a corpse-tailed beefly that appeared on the wings of 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder', and now, it was a large group of corpse-tailed beeflies gathered together, forming an even more bizarre picture.

Their eyes shone with a cold glow in the black mist, which was strange and absurd. Their bodies spread out in the heights, and in the light of the fire, they floated silently on the roof of a car like condensed and rotting human faces.

As soon as the black mist flickered, two corpse-tailed bees suddenly fell from both sides of the front end of the black mist, one left and one right, and every half a foot behind them, a corpse beetle would float down and then evenly surround the front of the carriage.

The black mist kept shaking, and at the back end of the fog, two more beeflies led the way to the back of the cart。。。。。。

In an instant, a whole group of corpse-tailed beeflies surrounded the cart, like the remnants of hundreds of human faces floating, encircling the entire carriage.

When they separated, facing the firelight, they could clearly see the corpse-tailed beeflies surrounding the front of the cart, their bodies were already the size of little fingers, flapping their wings and following the side of the cart - the black mist was made up of their wings.

"Sure enough, it mutated again," Feng Jiutian said to himself, "Last night, they almost lost their wings and had no mouths, but tonight they suddenly increased their wings and grew disgusting mouths. It's incredible. ”

The group of corpse-tailed beeflies stopped around the cart for a moment, and then, like a replay action when they dispersed, returned to their original shape and floated on the roof of the car.

"They are absorbing the plague left in the car by the second fat. There were twice as many demons as there were last night. Feng Jiutian said secretly as he stepped back.

Feng Jiutian suddenly felt that the swarm of beeflies seemed to be looking at him.

Suddenly, those corpse-tailed bees mutated in formation. The mist was like an irregular piece of slime twisting, blending, changing, sometimes pulling a thread out of the irregular fog, sometimes sticking out one, two or three strange eyes, and sometimes when twisting, a few broken teeth protruding from the fog, scattered irregularly in Feng Jiutian's sight.

A cloud of black fog continued to twist and turn on the roof。。。。。。

Feng Jiutian retreated. looked coldly at the ridiculous black mist.

That black mist conjured up a huge face, quietly looking at Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian looked at them.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly. The sparks that shone on the trees also seemed to be still, frozen.

A powerful momentum permeated between the corpse-tailed bee fly and Feng Jiutian.

There was no war between the two sides.

The two sides are at war.

The two sides are evenly matched.

The sparks on the trees, after being still for a moment, were suppressed by the powerful momentum and then "suddenly" scattered in all directions。。。。。。

Feng Jiutian was retreating。。。。。。

The remnant face of the corpse-tailed beefly pressed forward。。。。。。

Feng Jiutian is still retreating.

The stump faces were still pressing forward—in fact, they were still floating on the roof.

The crippled face exuded a terrifying aura. It wanted to transmit this momentum to Feng Jiutian's heart, and then transform it into his fear in his heart.

Feng Jiutian was still retreating—the corners of his mouth were raised. Smile. The momentum does not fall below at all.

The stump was still moving forward. The sparks on the trunks on either side stopped breathing.

It's peeking into the face of its opponent to see if it's showing vulnerability.

Fear.

Frail.

Feng Jiutian was still retreating.

They are still forward.

Their forward momentum seems unstoppable.

Feng Jiutian was still retreating—naturally exuding a powerful aura as he retreated with a smile—the aura was immeasurable.

Momentum!

Aura!

Momentum. Aura. Stirring invisibly between them and him.

Fascinating.

Irresistible.

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That face was no longer blurry – it was a round face. The mouth is wide open, like laughing, like crying, like absurd, as if revealing the burnt and loose teeth, the upper and lower lips are rotten and there is not much left, and the gums are festering and cracked; A pair of dead gray round, small eyes in the depths, flashing with a cold blue glow, dark and black two black holes, embedded in the top of the residual lip, out of proportion, as if rubbed up; A pair of treacherous thin eyebrows are obliquely drawn above the eyes - this face has no head.

What kind of face is this? Is a face without a head still a face?

Feng Jiutian's eyes were like the sun, warm and firm.

The remnant face, after looking at Feng Jiutian obliquely left and right for a while, suddenly dispersed, and formed the original mist shape, after crossing the top of Feng Jiutian's head, it suddenly pressed down, about three feet high from the ground, and quickly floated forward along the road.

Looking at the swarm of corpse-tailed bees floating forward in the middle of the tree trunks with sparks on both sides, like ghosts, Feng Jiutian's face was full of suspicion. He always felt that in the dark, there was also a stump face peeking at him. He had felt this way since the 'coffin of the head of the skull'. Moreover, he felt that the stump face that peeked at them in the darkness was the same face he had just seen made up of corpse-tailed beeflies.

"This road seems to have been designed for us," Feng Jiutian thought to himself, his heart suddenly frightened, "This road has existed decades ago, if it is really designed for the Plague Breaker of the Bloody Banner Hall, then the person who designed this road is really well-intentioned, he can have such patience, which shows how terrible he is." ”

Between the two rows of tree trunks that were still fluttering with sparks, there was no trace of the corpse-tailed bee fly.

Feng Jiutian extinguishes the torch - At night, sometimes the torch will completely expose his position in front of the opponent.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian felt a tightness in his neck, a warm, as if a weak and boneless soft body was entangled around him, and at the same time, he only felt a tightness in his waist, and then something instantly pressed against his abdomen and buckled him. (To be continued.) )