In the early hours of the morning at five or six o'clock in the morning, there are still few stars on the edge of the sky, sparse but starlight, but when the morning sun appears. In the whole sky, there was only the red sun.

That guy is a man who shines as brightly as the sun.

He didn't move forward, he didn't even get together with Bu Sang and the others, but put himself in the shadows. Look at me from afar.

He let me see because he wanted me to know his existence.

Let me know that under this endless, overlapping giant web, there is such a behind-the-scenes master.

He reminded me all the time, as well as one of the followers of the Baganda Wic. No matter how well you play, remember that the other party is the one who makes the most fundamental rules, in this place. He is heaven, he is earth, and his will is what must be obeyed, just as God wills.

This man is, Kang Keyou.

After the figure of the Bloody Hand Maniac broke into my field of vision, the pressure on me was no less than that of my master, or a master of the level of Wang Hongqi and the Heavenly King Zuo Envoy, or even more than that.

Because of the people in front of me, they would never have smashed their breath at me so directly and crushingly.

So rough, so direct, it shows the momentum of Kang Keyou's pouring like Tarzan.

I was suffocated at that moment.

It's fear.

The moment Conk Yu appeared. I understood a truth, all the retreats I had planned in my heart before had become very ridiculous in front of him, and there were only two paths to choose in front of me.

Die. Or a glorious death!

There is no way to live.

As soon as I think of this, there are countless sorrows in my heart, behind me, there are the Zhifan monk who I am ready to capture back to China to make a name for himself, although I have known each other for a short time, but they are willing to sacrifice their lives for each other, as well as the little white fox and Buyu who are like relatives.

When I left my country, I swore to myself in my heart that I would bring Buyu and the little white fox back to China alive.

But at this moment, I even had doubts about whether I would survive.

If the heavens kill me, then I will die.

Why are so many people I care about?

I walked out slowly step by step, and the living dead who kept waving their hands and looked extremely terrifying seemed to feel my irrepressible majestic breath, and subconsciously retreated.

Walking out of the drying field outside the house, I looked from afar and asked calmly, "Never die, is that what you mean?" ”

Kang Keyou just showed his face, and then disappeared in the darkness, and did not answer, but the person who replied to me was Bu Sang, who had just lost his hardest backer, and he said sharply at me: "You dog thief, kidnapped my junior brother, killed my colleagues, and sealed the great Bagandan divine envoy, do you still want to leave alive?" ”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled miserably, "In that case, I won't say more." ”

Draw your sword.

Words are meaningless, but if you talk too much, you will become a delicate girl, begging for mercy for me, there is no zài in the dictionary at all, so I did not hesitate to pull out the sword, pointing straight ahead.

At the moment when I drew my sword, the little white fox and the cloth fish who had rested a little bit stood behind me.

Although Bu Yu was blistered by the electric pillar of the giant eye of the void, he was a demon not a human, and his ability to recover was very powerful, and he had a magic elixir like Guangling Jindan, although he could not restore his heyday, but he also had the power to fight a battle.

Although after this battle, it is already a dead time.

Just after the little white fox and Buyu stood up, Qin Bo and Yiyun Gongzi also stood behind me.

There are no more people, and the monk Zhihan is hidden at the bottom of countless stinky salted dried fish, and at this moment, we are the only ones who need to face these nearly two or three hundred living dead, and dozens or hundreds of elite powerhouses of Bagandan believers.

Five people, bright swords, face the world!

I didn't expect them to stand up so decisively and fight side by side with me, and I was touched by the friendship that has been together through thick and thin and supported each other these days, and at the same time, I also knew our respective mindsets.

Everyone feels that at this moment, there is no way out, there is no luck, and only a war is the ultimate relief.

I deliberately looked at Uncle Qin, an old man who had experienced more than half a century and smiled calmly at me, and then said: "Back then, there was a genius and strong man who made everyone in the world look at him, and I once had the opportunity to fight side by side with him, but for some reason, I couldn't make it; He eventually fell and did not exist in the world, which I regret for the rest of my life; Now, I feel that this time, maybe it is a kind of compensation for God's continuous regret and regret for me in the past 60 years......"

His words are full of vicissitudes and helplessness, but there is also an impassioned spirit that young people do not have.

Yiyun Gongzi also smiled: "I am still Qingtian, born in the Shang family in eastern Zhejiang, with outstanding talent, I have been a man with a golden key since I was born, and I have been lost in countless vanities, and I am even called one of the four princes of evil spirits; However, until now, I feel that one thing is that the real hero has never relied on his family background and inheritance, but on himself. Brother Chen, I can fight side by side with you, even if I die, I have no regrets in this life and the next life. ”

No regrets!

The friendship is general, and even before that, we have never met, but we can stand together and stand side by side today, which is a kind of fate.

God-given fate.

His eyes swept over Buyu and the little white fox, neither of them spoke, and the clear eyes between each other were only trust.

We have faced all kinds of challenges countless times, countless times to face life and death together, no matter how many words, at this moment, they are only pale, because we breathe the same breath, share the same fate, and it is difficult to separate each other.

War!

War!

War!

It was as if there was a big drum beating in our respective hearts, and every second that passed, it made people's blood boil and it was difficult to help themselves, and at this time, someone blew the sound of a whining whistle, and a certain descendant of the Bagandan Witch Cult sounded the horn of attack.

It was the innocent villagers who had just been killed who took the lead.

These people died in a miserable state, their mouths and noses were constantly gushing out of viscous blood and yellowish corpse fluid, their hands were blindly stretched out, waving wildly, trying to catch something, the vocal cords in their throats were not ossified, so they could still let out a hoarse roar, as these living dead people continued to gather from the nearby wooden huts and grass huts, more than two or three hundred people gathered together, the momentum was also terrifying.

Under the urging of the head descending master, these living dead people kept rushing forward, and seeing that Qin Bo, who was only a stone's throw away from us, behind me, suddenly made a move.

It's still a throwing knife.

Flutter, flutter, flutter......

Because of the previous battle with the Void Giant Eye, Qin Bo had a spell flying knife that was melted, and there were only eight at the moment, but even so, it was like a rainstorm pear flower, and it immediately pierced the heads of the living dead in the front row.

The flying knife pierced through the skull, and the huge Dao power contained in it was released in an instant, ready to dissipate the evil spirit supported inside.

However, unexpectedly, on the backs of those living dead, a pale and weak ghost fang suddenly appeared, like a fetus separated from the mother's body, and when their tail-like tentacles finally broke away, the living dead suddenly turned into a human flesh bomb, and with a bang, the flesh flew sideways, without a single bone and good meat.

These minced flesh are highly poisonous, and wherever they pass, the grass and trees are smoking, and even the soil is melted a few inches.

Poison!

Uncle Qin's temptation made our faces black for a while.

Zombies, the living dead, these deceased creatures, act with the vicious instinct of evil spirits, we don't know how many times we have encountered such things, let alone two or three hundred, and then double, we won't feel a lot of headaches, but if it's like this, you can't avoid it, you can't beat it, then it's really a headache.

The pale shadow of the living dead converged in the sky, merging with each other, constantly whistling, rendering the whole scene eerie.

The heap of the living dead below came "desperately".

I took a deep breath of fishy cool air, and only then did I know that the reason why this Baganda witch cult was able to run rampant for a lifetime was not unreasonable, not to mention that this mysterious Nanyang witchcraft, and the means of manipulating the corpses of the dead, did not know how many times higher than in China.

But it's no wonder, after all, there are too many materials on the other side, there are many crazy people, and it's normal to be exquisite.

What to do?

My brows furrowed, not that I was afraid of these things, but once the fight started, not to mention the disgust, there would be a lot of trouble, and at this moment, Yiyun Gongzi stepped forward and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll come." ”

With that, he took a pen out of his bosom.

The body of this rod is ivory, the hair on the tip of the pen is oily and smooth, the value is facing down, not an ordinary wolf rat tail, and with the talisman pen, it is a pill of cinnabar broken by Yiyun Gongzi.

The tip of the pen was stained with cinnabar, and the figure of Yiyun Gongzi turned into a ghost in an instant, and the shadow clone turned into countless ones.

And just a few seconds after he launched, the hoarse shouts that surrounded us like flies were suddenly reduced by a small half.

Others may be confused, but I saw that Yi Yun Gongzi put this talisman on the foreheads of the living dead who rushed forward, and pointed out a uniform cinnabar mole, in addition, he also pointed one on the knees and elbows of those guys, and pierced through the back of the paper, penetrating the ragged clothes, and fixed on it.

Every living dead who had been lit with cinnabar stopped and turned stiffly to fend off their kind.

Yi Yun Gongzi's body is elegant, like a painter who is engrossed, and his canvas is the constantly surging army of the living dead.

I'm a little shocked, his method is nothing else, but - Xiangxi corpse expulsion technique!