It is false to say that he is not afraid of death, no one is not afraid of death, because there are too many regrets and too many concerns.

As my hands pressed against the ground, I could already feel the force touch my hair, and perhaps in the next few tenths of a second, my life would be over......

I closed my eyes, although death was already doomed, I still did not give up resisting, I tried to shake off a hand and roll to the side.

As the saying goes, life and death have a fate, you should die in the well, you will not die in the river, everything in the world has a fixed number, maybe this time, it did not reach the end of my life, and the miracle still happened.

This eighteen rolls on the spot, in my complete despair, actually succeeded, and the ghostly evil wind that followed me did not follow again.

What made me even more strange was that while I was dodging, there was an extremely miserable and strange cry in my ears, the voice was the same as just now, like a teenager, I couldn't judge the emotion of its voice before, but this time it was different, I felt that it was extremely painful, and extremely desperate.

At the same time, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

I jumped up from the ground as fast as I could, and when I looked closely, the battlefield had changed.

Huang Mao squatted in the distance with the old man, and he didn't know how he was injured, while Yuetian held the worn-out iron sword tightly and stood straight next to him, his expression was extremely surprised, as if he had seen an alien, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were about to burst out of his sockets.

Looking at the ground not far away, several strange things stayed there quietly.

It was some torn messy clothes, revealing some substances similar to human skin, and if you looked closely, it seemed that there were incomplete stumps such as hands and feet, but there were no blood stains, and on the cross-section of those stumps, they were all black and slimy in color, a little similar, similar to the color of wood.

Probably because there was no bloodstain, I didn't feel terrible at all in the face of such a seemingly tragic picture, but was very curious.

I don't know what happened in that second, but I can guess it from my preliminary judgment.

The corpse on the ground doesn't need to be asked, it must be the dryad just now, as for how he became like this in less than a second, it is not clear.

Who could do it? Yellow hair and miscellaneous hair? Obviously, this is unlikely, because their position has not changed at all from just now, and the miscellaneous old way is like that, life and death are still uncertain, how can they have the ability to deal with the dryad in such a short time.

Another one is a moonday? If his expression wasn't so surprised, I would really doubt him, although it's not that I haven't seen Yuetian's kung fu, but in today's world, I've seen a lot of strange things, that is to say, it's not impossible that Yuetian may have unexpected means.

But his expression told me that he was also surprised by what had happened, and he didn't know why.

Of course, this kind of expression is pretended by him, and it is not impossible. But if you want to ask for a certificate, you won't be able to do it for a while.

And then there's me, I gasped when I thought of this, carefully recalling the process just now, although I sometimes do have a feeling that I can't tell whether it's reality or hallucination, but those are all instantaneous things, and then I admit it, there shouldn't be a hallucination, it's all real, and then again, do I really have the ability?

The people present were all ruled out, so the most likely one was Uncle Wang, but I couldn't figure this out, the miscellaneous old man was already a god-like existence in my eyes, but his kung fu was so much worse than the dryad, the first time he was beaten back in less than two or three minutes, and the second time he couldn't even survive a move.

In my opinion, Uncle Wang should indeed have a very good ability, but I never imagined that he could be so easy to beat this dryad to pieces before he could reach a second, and there was not even a complete corpse left. For this person's ruthlessness, let's not talk about it for the time being, just talk about this kind of ability, how did he do it? How good is his kung fu? I really can't imagine this, and I don't really believe that this is Uncle Wang's doing.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, as if they were stunned by what was happening in front of them, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

I blinked my eyes a few times, at the moment I was most concerned about whether the old miscellaneous hair was okay, although it was very unpleasant to look at him, but now he was injured after all for the sake of eliminating demons and for the safety of everyone's lives.

I hurriedly ran over, sitting cross-legged on the ground with my eyes slightly closed, my hands on my legs, as if I was exercising, and Huang Mao was holding on to the side.

Judging by his appearance, he should not be dead, just not dead, and there is still a chance to save him.

I asked Huang Mao softly, "How is Uncle Shi?" ”

"It seems to be very badly injured, and now I'm doing my luck."

At this time, Yuetian also ran over, and he also looked at the miscellaneous hair very nervously. At this moment, no one spoke anymore, although everyone wanted to know the reason for everything that had just happened, but now that Zamao was seriously injured, no one had the heart to talk about anything else.

After a long while, Miscellaneous Hair slowly opened his eyes, he let out a sigh, and said in a very weak voice: "San'er, quickly, burn the corpse of the dryad." ”

Seeing him speak, my hanging heart finally let go a little, and I shouldn't be able to die.

When Huang Mao heard this, he was about to look for firewood, but Yuetian stopped him and said, "No, let me come." So saying, he walked over to the broken stumps, and suddenly took out a few charms from his bosom, muttered a few words in his mouth, and then shook his hand, and the charms scattered like a bolt of lightning, and when they fell on those limbs, they all burst into flames.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, but the strange thing is that it didn't burn those endons, which I have never figured out, although this talisman fire is not a normal fire, but how does selective burning do it?

After a while, the fire grew smaller and quieter until it was extinguished.

At this time, I suddenly thought of what kind of demon pill I said before, for that kind of legendary thing, I am still very curious, I want to see what it looks like.

I pulled out the wooden sword behind my back and walked towards the pile of ashes, trying to find out if there was a demon pill inside, and let us find it after the miscellaneous hair burned the tree during the day, which means that the thing should not be afraid of fire.

But before I could take two steps, a voice from behind me came from the voice of miscellaneous hair: "Qingming, don't look for it, the demon pill is gone." ”

I gasped when I heard this, how did he know that the demon pill was gone? Did he see what had just happened? (To be continued.) )