Liu Lang circled around the village twice, but fortunately, his cultivation is now high, and he has not even found those ghost beasts that usually react sharply. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Rao is like this, Liu Lang still didn't think of any way to crack it.

Just when Liu Lang's head was big for a while, the gate of the village suddenly opened, and a team of people ran out of it in a panic.

Liu Lang took a general look, and there were seven people in that team.

As soon as they ran out, they rushed out into the open space, stood together in a strange pattern, and then each took out a flute from his waist.

As soon as he saw the flute in their hands, Liu Lang was stunned for a few seconds.

When they put the flute into their mouths at the same time and blew the melody of the melody, Liu Lang actually had a feeling of déjà vu.

Why is Lin Xi so similar to them?

Lin Xi also used the flute to control the ghost beasts, and these seven people also used the flute.

Moreover, as they were blowing, their footsteps were constantly moving, constantly changing formations.

As the flute sounded, those voices overlapped as if they were substances, and the pitch suddenly increased several times.

In a trance, Liu Lang felt that he had an urge to be controlled.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Liu Lang hurriedly gathered his thoughts, and was in doubt, when he suddenly felt that the sky was overcast.

The seven seemed to feel something, and the sound of the flute immediately became high-pitched.

And above Liu Lang's head, there was a gust of wind.

Liu Lang raised his head, and was stunned by what he saw.

Giant Bird!

Damn, a giant bird more than ten meters long came out of nowhere and was hovering above Liu Lang's head.

Every time the giant bird flapped its wings, it was like a gust of wind blowing, and the trees shook with it.

The speed at which the seven people changed their formation became faster and faster, and even people poured out of the stockade and blew different melodies.

The giant bird struggled for a moment, then slowly flew to the top of the stockade.

Liu Lang could see that the giant bird turned out to be a ninth-order ghost beast, and these people seemed to be struggling with the consciousness of the giant bird.

The giant bird struggled, not wanting to be controlled, but those people kept using their voices to try to control the giant bird.

As more and more voices joined, the giant bird finally couldn't hold it anymore, chirped and screamed, and honestly landed outside the stockade.

The imaginary cheers did not come, Liu Lang only heard someone shouting: "Quick, let all the ghosts and beasts enter the village, and the clansmen leave the village." ”

People continued to pour out of the stockade, but the ghost beasts guarding the door turned their heads one by one and rushed into the stockade, and even the giant bird flapped its wings twice, flew up in the air again, and rushed into the stockade.

Soon, more than 30 people gathered outside the village, and Wu Nuannuan was among them.

Wu Nuannuan was tied up with hemp rope and pushed by a young man, and several other women were tied up at the same time.

Liu Lang took a general look, and there were only thirty-two of those leather drum people, and the rest were four women, all tied with ropes.

"There are so few leather drummers?"

Liu Lang frowned, not knowing what was going on inside.

This is the best time to save Wu Nuannuan.

The highest cultivation of these leather drum people is only a top-grade ghost general, and the weakest is a top-grade ghost official, and none of them are handsome.

If it weren't for the hard work, fast in and out, after saving Wu Nuannuan, it should be no problem to escape before those ghosts and beasts rushed out.

Liu Lang was overjoyed, touched out the immortal slash, and was ready to wait for an opportunity to make a move.

"Roar!"

Just as Liu Lang was about to rush up, a roar suddenly sounded in the entire stockade.

The giant bird that had flown in turned out to be high directly.

Liu Lang saw with his own eyes that one of the giant bird's legs was missing.

The giant bird kept screaming in mid-air, and kept wandering back and forth.

The roar of the beast followed, and the roar continued one after another.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a huge ghost beast figure flew out of the village and smashed heavily on the gate of the village, smashing the gate twice.

That ghost beast turned out to be one of the eighth-order silver-maned tigers.

Liu Lang couldn't figure it out at all.

What horrors are there in the stockade?

An eighth-order silver-maned tiger can't fight a ninth-order giant bird?

Just by adding up the power of these two ghost beasts, I'm afraid that they can easily kill a ghost handsome-level character in seconds.

What's more, there are still many ghost beasts above the seventh order inside.

Liu Lang was not calm, took a deep breath, but calculated again in his mind.

All the drummers were now focused on the stockade, and didn't seem to notice anything else.

No matter, let's save Wu Nuannuan first, and then discuss other things.

Liu Lang thought so, and no longer hesitated, and directly raised the Ghost King Shizhong Mountain to the peak, kicked his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow off the string.

The distance of a few hundred meters is just a blink of an eye.

Liu Lang was not in love with fighting, and after rushing into the crowd, he killed the young man who was holding Wu Nuannuan with a knife in his hand, and then grabbed Wu Nuannuan, turned around and retreated into the dense forest.

By the time the people around him reacted, Liu Lang had already left the crowd with Wu Nuannuan on his back.

"Someone!"

Finally someone shouted.

However, before anyone could chase after him, the gate suddenly exploded with a loud bang and exploded directly.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and even the sound of wailing rang out.

"Patriarch, no, we can't surrender that thing at all, run away!"

"Yes, that's a fierce beast, it's not even a ninth-order black river eagle, it's too late if we don't leave."

A slightly older man, who looked to be in his forties, with a handful of beard on his chin, furrowed his brows tightly, stared at the inside of the stockade, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Withdraw!" ”

When everyone heard the middle-aged man's words, they immediately turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as they turned around, a figure fell in front of them again.

The figure was holding a long sword, and his face was as delicate as a flower, looking at these leather drum people, but he sneered: "Want to escape? Today, you all have to die! ”

As she spoke, the woman's sword shadow flew, brushing a few times, like a wolf entering a sheepfold, and in less than ten seconds, she killed everyone except the middle-aged man.

Not even those women were spared.

The middle-aged man stood on the spot, watching all his clansmen die, his pupils closed, staring directly at the woman, as if he finally recognized it, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, are you Pishuai?" ”

"Hmph, all the families of my four sisters died at the hands of your leather drum people, but I didn't expect that today I finally have a chance to take revenge!"

Pixiang didn't give the middle-aged man any chance to beg for mercy at all, and the sword shadow of the Shame Moon Sword in his hand moved slightly, leaving a sword mark on the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man stared in horror, and before he died, a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, and he shouted in an extremely rough voice: "Second-order fierce beast, you, you can't escape......"