The downpour seems to have fallen on Huihuan's head.

He even screamed in pain.

Lu Ran turned around and went back to the inn.

Huihuan, I can't hear this voice.

But he knew that he had to endure it, and as soon as the rain stopped, they could set off, leave here, and go back to Yangjian Mountain.

Reason is like this, but when he returns to Huan, he can't hear this voice, so he can't take a step into it at all.

He sat on the ground and tried to think of something, or make some other noise, to get rid of it.

Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice from behind him came from Lu Ran.

"Huihuan, can you stand it?"

Lu Ran pinched a dead branch in his hand and turned back.

Huihuan gritted his teeth: "I can." ”

"Do you remember that you made an appointment with me to explore the Eight Immortals Tower at night?"

"Yes. But then I lied to you and went alone. ”

"Hmph, you didn't look down on me back then, but now, I can go with you, let's go together, right now!"

"Come with me? Aren't we leaving? ”

"Are you able to walk? Me, can I go? ”

Lu Ran ...... You ......"

"We're definitely going to go, wait until we knock down the Eight Immortal Towers, and get that bullshit [floating map], and then go!"

"I'd love to go to that 'Raising Sword Mountain' for a while."

The "Miss Tree" in Lu Ran's hand suddenly turned into a big umbrella, withstanding the wind and rain.

Lu Ran stepped forward and picked up Huihuan.

The corners of Huihuan's mouth opened an arc and laughed miserably.

"Lu Ran, if you do this, you will kill yourself."

"I'm going to let you die tonight, at least."

The daughter is in front of him, and the gold is at his feet, because of the excitement, he makes a clanging sound.

"Miss Tree" transforms into a giant umbrella.

Lu Ran and Hui Huan ran together to the Eight Immortal Towers that were shining with blood.

The escape plan, as such, was declared a failure.

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*

In the Eight Immortal Towers, half of the killings have passed.

The Fulu feast, the first, second and third floors were all full, and there were 200 tables, squeezed into more than 2,000 people of all colors.

The three masterminds, Poppy, Chu Yi, and He Dushu, sat on the top floor of the cloud platform, listening to the sound of rain, and watching the killing through a special lens, which was a different feeling.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the flesh was like snowflakes.

Only, I couldn't hear all kinds of shouts and screams.

These demons, outsiders, and evil spirits have been in this town for a long time, and before tonight, they may have been a kind blacksmith, a beggar who was dying, a big yellow dog who cares for the house, or even a piece of tofu.

But once the skin is torn off, they are all bloodthirsty demons.

The essence of the Wujiao is to bring calamity to the world, so it will be exterminated by the Huanjiao Sect.

And He Dushi has the magic skill of "painting skin", so he was recruited among them.

More than 2,000 people, against thirty or fifty "painted skin" bewitches, a torrential rain has not ended, and it is nearing the end.

Of course, not all of them are two-legged sheep who can be slaughtered with one blow, and there are dozens of cultivators who have some real skills and are still fighting to the death.

Originally, these people came for the [Futu], but they didn't expect the Dao heart to be so unstable, a little greedy, I'm afraid that tonight, they will fold here first.

When Lu Ran returned to Huan and rushed to the third floor, in addition to seeing flesh and blood everywhere, he only saw the remaining three people, who were still fighting with these demons.

A tall old man with white hair made an eight-edged iron wedge that emitted a lion's roar as soon as he threw it out, and chiseled through a demon covered with sarcomas and blood scabs.

Wearing a ring Taoist robe was a woman, her body was extremely fast, and she made two knives, and her hands rose and fell, and she cut off the two heads of a two-headed demon.

There is also a familiar thick-eyed young man, dressed in white like snow, making a silver eleven-section dragon horse whip, bang

"It seems that it really can't be done." As soon as Lu Ran raised his foot, the soles of his feet were full of blood, and he kicked away a remnant that he didn't know if it was a human or a demon.

"These people, damn it!" Huihuan's head still hurt, but he already knew why, and looking up at the ceiling, he heard the strange sound of the ten ghost cars, even though there were only eight left, they were still arguing.

"Go ahead, here, leave it to me."

The "Miss Tree" in Lu Ran's hand has turned into a long sword.

Hui Huan nodded, said that he must be careful, found the stairs upstairs, opened the way, split a long earthworm-like demon, and went to the sixth floor to kill.

On Lu Ran's side, a cat-faced boy licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and came up.

"Am I having a grudge against cats?"

Lu Ran thought so, the little boy had already pasted it, and a big mouth was almost cracked to the back of his head, and it was a mouthful when he hit Lu Ran's face.

Lu Ran raised "Miss Tree" to block it, but what he thought in his heart was, can this sword made of trees block this steel-toothed sharp tooth?

Thinking so in his heart, the cat-faced boy seemed to listen, but he didn't bite a bite, and the second bite actually really bit "Miss Tree".

only heard a miserable scream of "whoosh", and in front of Lu Ran's eyes, "Miss Tree" suddenly skyrocketed, and in the mouth of the little boy, with a growth rate of 430 million years in one breath, it exploded the cat's face.

Lu Ran was speechless, this Qingwu said that this was an innate treasure, it turned out that it was true.

A blow succeeded, but he hasn't come back to his senses, the second demon has rushed over, this one is not small, it looks like a king eight monsters, but it is also very strange, they all say that Wang Ba has no neck, this guy, the neck is very long, the hands are very short, and the fight depends on the tail.

This tail, like a soldering iron, burned red, and wherever it went, it burned a big black hole.

This is over, the fire burns the tree, the tree turns into firewood, and the front cannot be beaten.

Then be more flexible with it, find a flaw, and poke it to death.

Lu Ran said silently, Miss Tree, take me to a high place, I thought she was going to change into a long branch and throw herself away, but I didn't expect this Miss Tree to face the fire tail head-on, not dodging or dodging, and changing into a shield.

Lu Ran didn't exclaim "Miss Tree" yet, don't be so tough, and shut up in the next breath.

I don't know what kind of wood that tree shield is, but no! Fear! Fire!

Knock knock knock!

I don't know how many times the fire tail flicked on the tree shield, the king was a little tired, his movements were slow, and the flame on his tail was shorter.

"Miss Tree" was in Lu Ran's hands at this time, and she shook a few times.

This is to remind Lu Ran that it is okay to move, and the time has come to turn defense into offense.

"Do I use your reminder?"

The last sentence is still hard-mouthed, and the next sentence has to be begged sincerely.

"Miss Tree, turn into a plier and clamp off its eight heads."

"Miss Tree" was unmoved, just twisted again.

Lu Ran was full of doubts, what was she doing here?

Seeing that the king was about to turn his head, the opportunity was about to be missed.

Lu Ran finally opened his mind and said softly: "'Miss Tree', dear 'Miss Tree', please change a plier?" ”

At that moment, Lu Ran felt that he was already the most gentle man in the world.

And the most disgusting.

But "Miss Tree" obviously liked it, and the wooden shield suddenly flipped up, cut the front end in half, and clamped the back of the neck of the king eight monsters who were originally attacking with their backs to Lu Ran, and wrangled off the head of the king eight monsters with a tightening speed of 110 million years.

The blue-purple blood that spurted out did not spill a drop on "Miss Tree".