Li Jian kept urging the Taoist priests around him to save people, but the other party hesitated and refused to act. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There are too many beasts, and they've all been demonized, I ...... Powerless. ”

After speaking, the Taoist flicked his long sleeves and stood up with Li Jian Yujian.

The screams behind him came and went, Li Jian saw with his own eyes that the village chief was bitten off the head by a black tiger, and Fugui stepped forward to rescue him with a pale face, but was instantly swallowed by other fierce beasts surging behind.

The rest of the villagers were also doomed, and they died at the entrance of the village in a very short period of time, with blood and flesh scattered and no bones left.

Li Jian held back the surging vomiting sensation in his chest, and his face was like gold paper.

Seeing that there were more and more fierce beasts, the Daoist had even begun to attack the two of them in the air with some red-eyed birds, so he didn't dare to delay any longer, and flew away with Li Jian.

But at this moment, Li Jian exclaimed, only to see several blood-colored phantoms appear on the overwhelming phoenix blood red behind him, they were dressed in gorgeous heavy armor, riding headless horses, and the helmets were deep and bottomless, faintly exuding bloodthirsty light.

"What is it?" The moment Li Jian spoke, these blood-colored phantom horses that seemed to have come out of the Shura Purgatory Ground flew in the air and caught up as if they were moving instantly.

The face of the Taoist in Tsing Yi was unprecedentedly solemn: "Nether Blood Ride." ”

Before the words fell, the sound of heavy armor in the rear had already sounded in his ears, and the bloodstained huge rusty axe broke through the air, intending to cut off Li Jian's waist.

The Taoist ignored this, and sacrificed a yellow talisman from his waist, the tattoos on the talisman were dense, the cinnabar was fierce, and the fingers were burning, and the head was headed towards the nearest blood riding mark that took the lead.

Li Jian was quick-witted, knowing that the Taoist couldn't take care of himself now, and when he was on the line of life and death, he instinctively came to a donkey to roll, although the posture was extremely vulgar and ugly, he finally saved his little life for the time being.

Li Jian's involvement bought the Daoist enough time to sacrifice the talisman, and the incantation was finally recited.

The talisman was effective, quickly extraditing the rune fire it possessed to the enemy through the cinnabar, and the heavenly thunder made a sizzling sound like scorched wood, and in an instant, the phantom horseman's whole body was on fire, and he let out a terrible scream, and a red phantom struggled in the firelight, and finally dissipated with the wind.

Li Jian's heart was relieved.

In this way, Li Jian and the Taoist had a very tacit understanding, concocted the same method, one person was used as a bait, and the other was responsible for giving a fatal blow, and the two of them killed the Netherworld Blood Riders who came one after another.

Dao people are panting, no longer the appearance of the immortal wind Dao bones, the Xuanqing Dao robe on the side of the golden silk has been torn by the ghost horse, the high hairpin is scattered, and the cloak is scattered.

And Li Jian is even more miserable, not every time he fights for time, he is as lucky as the first time, and then he is still scratched by the opponent's weapon after all, and every time the blade touches his body, he can take away a piece of Li Jian's flesh and blood, and up to now, Li Jian has seven or eight scars all over his body, covered with blood, and almost collapsed.

A one-eyed gray wolf approached them slowly, as if wondering if it could take the two of them into its belly, but what it had just seen and heard made it jealous.

At this moment, Li Jian didn't suppress the surging fishy sweetness in his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The wolf let out an unbearable howl from the blood.

Seeing its reaction, Li Jian secretly exclaimed badly.

Sure enough, the seduction of fresh blood made the one-eyed wolf's eyes redder and redder, and he pressed up step by step.

The Taoist was pranayama cross-legged, seemingly unaware of the danger on the side.

Li Jian anxiously warned, but the other party just glanced at it and breathed again.

The one-eyed wolf's eyes were very human, and after seeing this situation, Li Jian could actually feel a faint smile in its pupils.

Li Jian looked at the Taoist who was out of the way, and with hatred in his heart, he flashed behind the giant wolf when he pounced.

Woe to the East!

The Daoist's eyes flashed, and he finally moved, helplessly raising his last breath of true qi, and cutting off the wolf's head.

The incident happened quickly, and the wolf blood splashed Li Jian's body.

"What do you mean, wouldn't it be over if you shot early?"

The Taoist did not speak, and closed his eyes again to recuperate.

"It's going to be over!" Li Jian was just about to complain a few more words, but he accidentally saw the situation in the distance, and just said these three words in a daze.

The Taoist knew that there was something different, and when he opened his eyes, his face was like ashes.

In the distance, there were heavy blood shadows, and countless heavy armor and blood rode into the wind.

It's Nether Blood Ride again, and it's too many to count.

The Taoist staggered to his feet and hurriedly sacrificed his sword.

Li Jian also stepped on the outside.

The Taoist had a complicated face, and said inexplicably: "I'm sorry." ”

After speaking, he kicked Li Jian down and volleyed away.

Li Jian was dumbfounded.

The Daoist was one less burden, and his flight speed increased greatly, and for a while, he even pulled a little distance from the Netherblood Rider.

However, the mutation protruded, and a blood-colored cloud suddenly appeared above the clouds, and the clouds were lush and lush, and a gorgeous long sword shot out from it, and the sharp sword was castrated like a rainbow, faster than lightning. Before the Daoist could react, he was directly blocked by a sword.

The blood mist at the far end slowly transformed into a human face, with smiles, mockery, and disdain, looking down on the world and all beings.

Looking at the rapidly falling corpse of the Taoist, Li Jian didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and sat on the ground as if he was resigned.

Unexpectedly, the ghost rider behind him chased after the corpse of the Taoist, and he didn't care about Li Jian, a mortal man.

The situation is heavy again, and the willows and flowers are bright.

Li Jian knew that the opportunity could not be missed, so he quickly got up and fled.

But it has no door in the sky, and there are pits in the ground.

Li Jian had just run for only a mile or two when he encountered a group of vultures that were eating human corpses.

These vultures were at least several times larger than the usual ones, and without exception, their eyes were red as blood.

When they found Li Jian, who had inadvertently broken into their field of vision, they were stunned at first, and then they all flapped their wings and flew over.

Li Jian didn't dare to act rashly, let alone turn his head and run, because many years of life at the foot of the mountain had taught him that he couldn't turn his back on these animals no matter what.

Li Jian held a broken stick in his hand, and confronted these behemoths without tears.

A vulture was impatient, and with a flap of its giant wings, it hit Li Jian directly. Li Jian had gone through the calamity, and his body was already weak, which was their opponent, and he was directly overturned and flew out by the powerful force, and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the approaching huge bird's beak, Li Jian scolded the immortal banban, and then stopped struggling.

Who knew that the big birds all sniffed tentatively at him, and they all stopped sticking their heads out in disgust.

Li Jian was speechless, could it be that Lao Tzu's flesh stinks? Subconsciously sniffed his nose.

What entered the nose was the smell of gray wolf blood on his body.

Wolf blood?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Li Jian's mind, and he understood something. Do they think this demonized wolf blood is mine? They are also demonized creatures, and they don't seem to attack each other.

Thinking about this, Li Jian laughed, and after several times on the verge of life and death, he seemed to be venting fiercely, laughing so hard that he burst into tears.

The vultures on the side were startled at first, and then they all looked at SB with a look, and continued to eat carrion.