The city lord of Mocheng was in turmoil for the common people, and on the one hand, he opened the official warehouse in the city to distribute grain for disaster relief, and on the other hand, he issued an order to control the number of people entering the city. It's just that there are no soldiers in Mocheng, and the control order is not going well.

Coincidentally, General Xing led his troops back to the city to visit relatives, and the city lord had a friendship with General Xing. Although the general did not approve of the order, he had no other way in the short term, so he reluctantly agreed to the request and ordered the soldiers to guard the city and control the number of people entering the city.

Early in the morning of the second day when the soldiers guarded the city and gave orders, corpses were strewn all over the city, and those who were turned away were all bloodied and died by demons without exception. The general couldn't bear it, and let the people enter the city for two days. The soldiers knew that their generals had the people in mind, and they did not say much. It was only the famine in Mocheng that the soldiers who led the security check couldn't help it anymore and reminded the general.

"It's the same people as I, Dongxu, how can I put it out of the door and let the monsters kill me?" said the general righteously.

He turned his head and said to the strategist behind him: "Qin Chuan, in the past few days, I have waited on the city wall at night, but I have not seen a demon shadow. It's better to dive into the forest today and take a closer look. ”

"The general thinks twice. "The soldiers are in a hurry. Before the words fell, the brown mist in the forest rose and surged towards Mocheng, and there was a tendency to slaughter the people of the city.

"It's not good, come into the city!" When the fog hit, the soldiers took the lead in pushing the people outside the city into the city, and Shen Moli was pushed into the city together with the rest of the people at the gate of the chaotic city.

The brown fog surged very fast, and several soldiers who entered the city to protect the people and guarded the last were swallowed up in the brown fog before they could set foot in the city gate.

Wailing and shouting came from the thick fog, and there was no movement for a moment. The miserable and painful cries for help intensified the fear of everyone present.

The smoke cage and brown fog gradually spread to the open city gate, and the people near the city gate shouted and ran in surprise: "Run, the monster has entered the city." ”

A burly figure moved to the city gate and pushed it hard, forcing it to close in a flash. He rescued a child who had been knocked to the ground in a panic and entered the city, and when he turned back, his soldiers were already dead.

He regarded his subordinates as brothers with the soldiers who were born and died with him, and he was already full of anger when he saw the soldiers die in the fog. It was only because he had led the troops to fight for many years that he was a little more sensible, endured his resentment, and fought hard for the people.

"General!" A group of soldiers who had just entered the city gate, after seeing the figure of the person pushing the city gate, hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the other door out together, and the two gates were closed together under the desperate push of the soldiers.

When the people in the city saw that the city gate was locked, they did not prohibit their breathing and breathing, and their hearts palpitated, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. They know that there are demons near Mocheng, but most of the monsters are day and night, and there are demons during the day, and it is the first time they have seen them.

The ancestors of the human race have been passed down by word of mouth for generations, and the demon ancestors were suppressed by the immortal clan and were attached to the immortal curse. The demon clan is affected by the inheritance of the ancestral bloodline immortal spell, and when they encounter the sun, their souls will be destroyed in an instant.

There are no monsters in the daytime all year round, and the human race is convinced of the rumors left by their ancestors. But this time, the rumors seem to be wrong.

General Shang Qiaoxing led his troops back to his hometown, and he was lucky to avoid being wiped out by the demon fog.

Everyone sighed and sighed, and the sound of the sharp sword unsheathed was in their ears, and the soldiers who had just pushed the door together suddenly waved their swords and fought hard. The soldier's expression was shocked and angry, as if he was extremely afraid of the other party, and he wanted to put the other party to death as soon as possible.

The criminal general, who loved his soldiers like brothers, took the lead in revolting at the moment when the city gate was closed, and took the lives of the second and third soldiers who were closer to him in less than half an hour.

The soldiers who fought were soon killed and wounded. The remaining delirious people slaughtered the crowd with frightened eyes, and kept shouting: "I killed you and other monsters to avenge my brother!"

Between the swings, the crowd made a pot of porridge. The people hid and fled, and their belongings were scattered all over the place. Even the chickens and ducks that a few passers-by were crushed in the crowd and were trampled into meat puree.

The little demonic beast lay on his back in Shen Moli's arms, and said disdainfully: "Stupid, that is clearly the illusion of the immortal family, what kind of monster is it." ”

"Immortal Illusory Qi?" Shen Moli had seen in ancient medical books in his previous life, and it was rumored that phantom qi could cause inhalers to hallucinate, causing people to kill each other.

The phantom qi is produced by the immortal clan, and it is recorded in ancient books that the immortal clan invades the city by means of the illusory qi, and destroys a city demon in one day, and its power is amazing. But there is no distinction between good and bad illusions, and anyone who inhales, whether it is a fairy or a demon, will not escape the doom.

Some ancestors of the immortal clan deeply felt that the phantom qi killing was too heavy, and the descendants of the immortal clan were careless in using it, and they were tragically wiped out by the slaughter clan, so they were sealed as a forbidden technique. Between the sanding and cocoons, there are fewer and fewer people who know the illusion qi. Even among the younger generations of the immortal clan, very few people have heard of the illusion.

"It's just that the immortals of the kind of sanctimonious people will develop this kind of thing that harms others and hurts themselves. The little monster's eyes were on fire, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Looking at your expression, it seems that the demon clan has also fallen into this way, but is there a solution?" While Shen Moli was asking, the soldier who had killed the red eye had already raised his double knives and slashed at her side.

She dodged and narrowly escaped. The soldiers who have been fighting on the front line all the year round are fierce and accurate, far beyond ordinary people. In his previous life, Shen Moli had gone through a battle to avoid disasters and fight, and he had to ride the blood waves all the way before he withstood this fierce knife attack. She lifted her elbow and struck him with his sword, striking him in the jaw. Taking advantage of the pain and distraction of the soldiers, when the knives fell, the petite body suddenly bent to the right side, kicked on the leg, and accurately kicked the strong arm of the soldier.

The soldier loosened the bloody knife in his hand, and Shen Moli waved his wrist to catch the knife, taking advantage of the attack to block the attack. Resisting the battle, he was not inferior to the soldiers who had been lying on the battlefield for a long time.

"There is no aura in the phantom qi, it is simply made by gathering poisonous herbs into the mist. The demons can resist illusions by sealing the snort, but the human race is too weak, so they seal the snort and cut off their breath first. Before the two of them began to fight, the little monster raised its bat wings and jumped onto the eaves next to it, and sat leisurely.

Comfortable and comfortable, as if what is happening in front of you is not a fight, but a chatter of thousands of people. It has no intention of helping Shen Moli, and if the person who contracts with the Demon Beast does not strengthen itself and does not imprison the Demon Land, he will only have to wait for death in the future. It can be seen that although the soldiers in front of him are strong, they are not strong, which is a good opportunity for Shen Moli to practice.

During the battle, a wisp of fairy breath swayed into the nose slightly, the eyes of the little monster narrowed, the bat's wings suddenly opened widely, without leaving a word, and flew to the southeast alley of Mocheng.

Shen Moli glanced at the demonic beast that flew to the shadowless, and his face was black with a crow. Relying on the devil is better than relying on oneself. She skillfully uses the clever steps she learned in her previous life to dodge, and swings her sword with ease. In the fight, I didn't forget to observe carefully, looking for a way to crack the illusion.

The body technique cultivated in the blood field is far stronger than the hard training in the house, which can help her resist the killing of a soldier. But if a few soldiers besiege and attack, no matter how clever she can dodge, she may have to hand over to Mocheng.

Defending against the interlude of the expulsion, a sharp sword stabbed in the air.