Heipi hid behind the fence on the left side outside the Dao Saint Palace, and his heart was very tormented. He came out of the army, and he was a pacesetter among snipers, and no matter whether it was a fixed target or a moving target, it was difficult for him. However, he never shot anyone. And the enemy on the other side is still a little girl - even if Zeng Mengshu's face is painted like a ghost, he knows that this is a girl. In her heart, Heipi has been defending Zeng Mengshu, thinking for a while that she may have been forced to do bad things, and for a while thinking that she may be young and ignorant, and that she will regret it one day.

It wasn't until Zeng Mengshu threw the little Taoist priest into the molten river that he wiped his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken, and then he finally made up his mind and fired a shot aimed at Zeng Mengshu.

The bullet of justice flew straight towards Zeng Mengshu's forehead.

Blackskin had calculated the distance and the speed of the wind, and he knew that this shot would be a hit!

"Bang!" The bullet hit Zeng Mengshu's forehead, and her head dispersed into a cloud of mist under the huge impact, and then her body also dispersed into mist.

"Quack!" Zeng Mengshu, who had already dispersed into a mist, let out a mocking sneer, his voice was old and cold. Then, the mist gathered back into an old woman with her waist bent and gray hair hanging to the ground!

"Flower Yaksha! Not the real thing! Danyazi shouted.

The Yaksha is a female in the Yaksha, and her own combat power is not strong, but she can change her form at will, and this monster can walk in the human world without being affected by yang energy.

"Boom!" Huang Mao's shotgun rang off, and the bullet hit Danyazi. The copper-skinned bullet spread out into a beautiful golden flower in front of Danyazi's body, and then fell to the ground "dangdang".

Danyazi himself was also impacted, and took several steps back.

"Blossom Bomb!" Lee Myung-bak roared. The flowering bomb is a special assassination bomb, and the warhead will automatically open after hitting the human body, bringing fatal damage to the human body. Usually, a single bullet that hits the torso of a body can kill a person instantly. Even the most vicious murderers will not use flowering bullets, because such bullets are too immoral.

The door of the off-road vehicle opened a crack, Zeng Mengshu sat up straight in the back seat of the car, waved his hand gently, and more paper figures flew out of the off-road vehicle.

Dan Yazi retreated to the disciples' side and waved back, and the painting scrolls in the Dao Saint Palace fluttered one after another as if they were attracted by something, and more than a dozen paintings closest to him flew out of the palace and fell at his feet one by one.

Ren Qiuling shouted: "Don't be stunned, help Danyazi's predecessors hold the painting!" "It can be seen that the Dao technique used by Danyazi must be painted, although he can use his hands to draw, but if there are disciples to help, his spell casting speed will be faster.

Dan Yazi glanced at Ren Qiuling appreciatively and said, "Only landscape paintings are available." The Taoist priests didn't have time to answer, and they ran into the Dao Holy Palace one after another.

Zeng Mengshu and Danyazi are separated by a river of molten slurry, and the paper figure is afraid of fire, so it stands to reason that Danyazi is already invincible. But Ren Qiuling felt that something was wrong, Zeng Mengshu must have a way to break the molten river - because Danyazi's face was not a trace of relaxation, but very nervous. And his agreement with the help of his disciples shows that he has no faith. Could it be that Zeng Mengshu still has a spell to break the molten river?

Danyazi looked at the Taoist priest with glasses sadly and said, "You take the injured senior brother away from here, you have done your best......

The glasses Taoist priest sat on the ground, gasping and shouting: "Swear to live and die with the master." Several other disciples who were injured and fell to the ground looked like crazy, and shouted angrily together: "Swear to live and die with the master." ”

"Quack!" By the molten river, the regrouped humanoid Ayasha laughed sharply, slowly sinking into the earth. The action of the summon represents the mind of the controller, and it is conceivable that Zeng Mengshu, who is in the back seat of the off-road vehicle at this moment, must have a sneer on his face.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" Like the sound of a balloon bursting, the paper figures flying outside the off-road vehicle have transformed into white bones. These white bones, consisting only of the skull, spine and flank bones, float in the air like tadpoles made of bones. Some bone monsters even attach excess vertebrae and flank bones to their bodies, turning into bony tadpoles that resemble winged tadpoles.

"Flying Skull, this is a monster from the Windy Hell, it can fly against the wind." Although the glasses Taoist priest was seriously injured, he still wanted to talk to Ren Qiuling, and he pointed to the white bone monster and introduced.

Ren Qiuling was holding a bunch of ancient paintings and putting them next to Danyazi, and nodded with a smile when she heard this. The glasses Taoist immediately laughed happily, forgetting the pain.

Zeng Mengshu's voice came: "Sickness! The "flying skull" flew towards Danyazi, like a cannonball.

Danyazi had already opened a landscape painting, and shouted in his mouth: "Zhen Yuanfeng!" "There was a suction force in the painting, and all the flying skulls were sucked into the painting.

"Hurry!" Zeng Mengshu shouted again. Dozens of flying skulls roared and pounced on Danyazi.

"Zhen Yuanfeng!" Danyazi shouted, sealing the flying skulls again.

The situation became stalemate. Zeng Mengshu had no way to break the molten river, and Danyazi had no way to attack Zeng Mengshu. The two of them attacked one and defended, and the final victory or defeat was to see whether Zeng Mengshu's paper figures were used up first, or Danyazi's landscape paintings were used up first.

On the left side of Danyazi is the picture scroll that has been sealed with the monster, and on his right side is the picture scroll without a seal.

Ren Qiuling and Lee Myung-bak both ran out of bullets, so they could only help hold the painting at this time.

Heipi aimed at the window of the off-road vehicle, but Zeng Mengshu didn't even raise his head, and there was no chance to shoot at all.

At this time, the Taoist priests who knew and watched had restored order, lined up in a line to continuously hold out the picture scroll, and then a short and fat young Taoist priest opened the painting and handed it to Danyazi.

The sky was getting dark, the dull battle situation was continuing, and the picture scroll on the left side of Danyazi had been piled up like a hill, but he didn't move a step, and calmly shouted: "Zhen Yuanfeng!" ”

The picture scroll didn't give birth to suction! Danyazi turned the painting suspiciously, and saw a lady on the picture smiling with flowers, gentle and beautiful. The disciple who was in charge of handing over the painting was already very tired, and finally made a mistake in his busy work and handed a picture of a lady to Danyazi!

"Whew!" The flying skull at the front screamed and smashed the painting to pieces, and the white glowing head was hitting Danyazi's chest.

"Coach!" The disciple who handed over the painting screamed and reached out to grab the tail of the flying skull, Bai Sensen, which was actually the tail vertebrae. The flying skull thrived forward, and the sharp bone stubble cut the disciple's hands bloody! The disciple still didn't let go, pulled back hard, and finally pulled back the flying skull that wanted to hand over Danyazi with his big mouth open, and the flying skull opened his mouth, as if smiling, and a bone snake shot out of his mouth, biting Danyazi.

Danyazi screamed in pain, retreated again and again, slammed his heel on the steps outside the Dao Shenggong, sat down with a stumble, electric light condensed from his palm, and smashed the bone snake into powder with one palm! Obviously, he hated and was angry to the extreme.

The short and fat disciple struggled to pull back the flying skull in his hand, and the flying skull turned its head and bit it. The other dozen or so flying skulls screamed wildly, surrounding the disciple and opening their mouths to bite indiscriminately.

Blood splattered, and the disciple fell to the ground screaming.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Blackskin jerked to his feet, and the sniper rifle opened fire, the gun hitting the flying skull. Several of the skulls that had been shot fell to the ground, their skulls bouncing like leather balls, making an "empty" sound.

"Kill!" The glasses Taoist roared angrily, raised his sword again and staggered towards the group of monsters. "Kill!" The Taoist priests who knew how to watch were all red-eyed, and they sacrificed their lives to raise their swords and rush towards the fellow brothers who fell to the ground.

Ren Qiuling sighed, put the pistol back in the holster, and then picked up a painting scroll and rushed towards the monster group like a burning stick. Lee Myung-bak was already stupid with fear, leaning on the fence and clinging to the fence with both hands.

Danyazi opened a landscape painting on the steps, which was "Spring Mountain Map". The painting is an overwhelming setting, with three blank sections in the painting, and a corner of the eaves painted on the farthest hill, symbolizing the entanglement between ideal and reality. He called weakly: "Zhenyuan...... Poof......" A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the painting, like a mountain full of red mountains.

"Boom!" Huang Mao on the side of the off-road vehicle fired a shot, and the burly Taoist priest who was running in front fell softly. Huang Mao raised his gun and laughed, his voice was sent out by the mountain wind, and the echo was bursting: "Hahaha!" Hahaha! ”

The Taoist priests who knew how to watch did not retreat, and bravely pounced on the monsters, raising their swords and slashing indiscriminately. More skulls rolled out of the crowd's feet, and one vertebrae leaped upside down into the air, slashed by a sword.

Ren Qiuling couldn't run fast in high heels, so when she came to the Taoist priests, those Taoist priests suddenly exclaimed together: "Senior brother (brother)!" Then dodge together. I saw that the Taoist priest who was besieged by the monster stood up with two legs with only white bones left, and swayed towards Ren Qiuling.

Ren Qiuling was startled and hurriedly dodged away.

The Taoist priest seemed to have lost his mind, and staggered towards Danyazi. As he walked, rotten flesh fell from his body.

Danyazi covered his chest with both hands, opened his eyes slightly and looked at the disciple, sighed, and closed his eyes again.

The disciple took five or six steps, and then his whole body trembled violently, and the flesh and blood on his body fell to the ground one by one, and he didn't seem to feel pain anymore, but felt that it was more comfortable, and he trembled even more. In front of everyone's eyes, the disciple shook off his flesh and blood, and then his legs and hands fell to the ground together, and he landed on the ground with only his tail, swaying like a centipede, swimming towards Danyazi.

He turned into a flying skull, and unlike the others, it was blood-red.

Blackskin coldly pulled the bolt, withdrew the bullet skin, and then filled a bullet and aimed at the fifth cervical vertebra of the flying skull. After the flying skull was the stunned Taoist priest of the audience, as well as Ren Qiuling, if this shot missed a little, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Danyazi sat cross-legged on the ground, palms of his hands upward, as if he was exercising exercises to heal his wounds. His complexion was like dead ashes, and Ren Qiuling guessed that his heart was also like dead ashes.

The flying skull that had swam in front of Danyazi opened its big mouth, and the flank bones on the side of its body were also fully opened, as if it wanted to hug Danyazi. It pounced on Danyazi.

"Bang!" The black-skinned gun rang off and hit the fifth cervical vertebrae of the flying skull. The head of the flying skull fell into Danyazi's arms, and the spine and flank bones were scattered all over Danyazi's body.

Danyazi reached out and hugged the head that was still warm, caressing it lovingly, and two old tears welled up in his eyes and slowly flowed through his cheeks.

The river of molten mud darkened and narrowed, and finally disappeared, like the wounds of the earth gradually healing.

Zeng Mengshu's sound of laughter came from the off-road vehicle, and then hundreds of flying skulls flew overwhelmingly towards the Zhishou audience - she has always had the strength to summon more flying skulls, and the reason why she only summoned a dozen or so at a time was to consume Danyazi's landscape paintings.

Ren Qiuling held the scroll and said to the Taoist priest in the audience with a smile: "This time, I can finally outrun you!" She didn't retreat, and rushed forward with the scroll.

"Fairy...... Fairy ......" The glasses Taoist reached out and wanted to hold Ren Qiuling, but his feet were weak and he fell to the ground. In his half-eyed and half-closed eyes, many pairs of feet wearing Qingfeng shoes were passing over him, fighting side by side with Ren Qiuling. The azure robe of the disciple who knew the audience made the sound of hunting in the wind.

"Kill!" The shouting of killing was very far away, very far away, as if it came from another world.