"What's going on?" Wang Mingyu didn't seem to have regained consciousness, but he had to see what this sudden violent noise was. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh my God..."Wang Mingyu walked into the garden, looked up at the "night sky", and the black canopy was unexpectedly shrouded in purple lightning. It is said to be lightning because of the intricate interweaving of electric light, but unlike lightning, it exists in the night sky like a power grid.

"Where is this..."Wang Mingyu wanted to rush out to see what was going on, but he was stopped by a dizziness in his head, so he had to find a nearby chair and sit down.

His temples thumped, and the sounds of fighting and screams could be heard in the distance, and Wang Mingyu tried to find some information in the surrounding scenery.

"Sir... Sir..."

A man dressed as a scholar stumbled into the courtyard with his chest covered, and Wang Mingyu immediately got up and helped him. The scholar immediately spurted dark red blood from his mouth and sprinkled it on Wang Mingyu's cyan robe.

"What's wrong?" Wang Mingyu wanted to ask clearly: Where is this, who are you, who am I? But the scholar in front of him was obviously seriously injured in the abdomen, and although his five fingers were pressed hard, the gurgling blood still kept flowing out through his fingertips.

"Sir... Run..."The scholar raised his head and looked at Wang Mingyu, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes were confused: "Don't stay here..."

A burst of familiar feelings confirmed Wang Mingyu's conjecture, and although it was out of place, he still opened his mouth to ask the dying scholar in front of him: "Here... Is it the underworld?"

The scholar was no longer able to answer Wang Mingyu, so he could only nod slightly, his face had lost its blood. Wang Mingyu remembered his glasses, and thought about what kind of monster the scholar in front of him was through demon analysis, and why he called himself master.

"Why don't you run?" Wang Mingyu felt that the noise around him was getting louder and closer, and he shook the scholar: "Where is there a teleportation point here... I'll take you back to the Yang Realm. ”

"I can't go back!" the scholar shouted with all his might, "Master, go quickly! I can't do it, I'll wait a while... It's too late. ”

"Why!" Wang Mingyu didn't seem to understand why he couldn't use the Two Realms Teleportation Array to leave, and he ran away without saying a word, and it didn't seem very moral to abandon this monster who inexplicably called his master.

The ...... scholar didn't speak again, but just lay on his back in Wang Mingyu's arms, his eyes staring at the net in the sky, and his dim pupils could still reflect the purple-red light.

"Damn," Wang Ming gently put down the scholar and spat in his mouth: "What the hell is going on." He hurried to the side of the pool, the clear water reflected Wang Ming's face - I am not me, I am a monster in a cyan robe who does not know what dynasty.

Anyway, go outside first! Wang Mingyu rushed out of the courtyard, and the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded: strange magic was flying all over the sky, and human-shaped, animal-shaped, and even plant-shaped monsters were mingle. Death, hissing and wailing mingled with the explosion of hexonic beams. He struggled to fly, but was entangled by a half-human, half-tree youkai behind him with a thick branch as thick as an arm, and before the winged youkai could react, another branch of the tree-man youkai stretched out a sharp branch through his torso, and he let out a terrible wail, but his voice became thinner and thinner until it disappeared completely. After the treeman youkai finished killing, he couldn't be left alone, and a youkai with an axe in the back slashed at the trunk without hesitation, and the axe burned with raging flames, and the treeman youkai was slashed and quickly began to burn violently all over his body, making a low mournful roar, and the flames wrapped the treeman youkai and the youkai who had been brutally killed before.

The youkai with the flame axe had long, messy green hair, chapped lips and two huge fangs, and his eyes were furious. He didn't hesitate after killing the Treant, and slashed at the nearest youkai with his axe.

Not all the youkai on the street have lost their minds, but it seems that all of them have been caught up in this frenzy or cataclysm, and there is no escape. At the corner of the street, a young monk covered in blood, dressed in monk's robes and hanging Buddhist beads, meditated quietly, clasped his hands together and chanted words in his mouth, as if he were overpowering the souls around him, but Wang Ming preferred to believe that he was begging to avoid this catastrophe.

The youkai carrying the flame battle axe gasped and slowly walked to the little monk's side. The monk opened the corners of his eyes, which had already condensed with blood scabs, and calmly looked at the yokai and the tomahawk in the hands of the yokai, but in the end he still continued to chant sutras.

"Wow!"

Once again, the monster ruthlessly raised the battle axe, the evil flames danced openly, and the little monk closed his eyes again, calmly waiting for this moment to come.

"Don't give up!" Wang Ming couldn't bear it anymore, he saw a stone lantern beside him, and smashed the entire lantern with all his demonic power, and the lantern hit the handle of the axe when the monster's axe swung to the highest point. The monster felt unstable for a moment, and took a few steps back.

"Little master!" Wang Ming ran to the corner of the street in three steps and two steps, pulled up the monk's robe and ran to the side, and the monster swung his axe and drew an arc of fire in the air, chasing them.

"Why don't you run. Wang Ming pulled the little monk to dodge the pursuit of the axe: "What happened?"

"It's all a cycle of cause and effect..."The little monk muttered silently: "It's useless to run... Take it. ”

"Don't get nervous!"

Wang Ming dodged the attack of the axe with a large sideways body, and kicked the monster's body, but it was like a kick against the stone wall: the monster did not move, but he almost scrapped his toes.

"Damn," Wang Ming pushed the monk away who had no intention of escaping, and stretched out his left hand to the green-haired monster with teeth and claws.

"!"

He was about to perform his magic spell, but he saw his bare left ring finger -- where did the phoenix go?

The monster was still wielding the flame battle axe wantonly, and every time Wang Ming dodged, he felt that he would not be able to dodge next time. The green-capped youkai had chopped down a street with an axe, and he and the death-defying monk were probably the last two to deal with.