"Boom ......"

Zhao Yi didn't even have time to scream, his head was slapped into a rotten watermelon, killing this person who dared to fight his own idea of protecting the treasure, the lava beast was very proud, just like a general who had won a battle, and let out a roar of excitement in the sky.

As for the distant dragon Feitian, it only glanced at it and didn't pay any attention to it.

However, less than two hundred meters after Long Feitian ran out, there was a roar of anger from behind him that shook the sky, followed by the sound of a running that shook the mountains.

"Oh no, it's coming. The dragon was startled, and with all his strength, he rushed towards the outside of the cave, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, the red body of the lava beast appeared in his sight.

Long Feitian didn't hesitate at all, took out a few burst array talismans, and threw them at the cave wall, and with a rumbling sound, the entire cave entrance collapsed, and the lava beast was completely blocked inside.

Long Feitian didn't dare to hesitate any longer, let go of his steps, and rushed down the mountain, he knew in his heart that those collapsed caves would not be melted by the flames spit out of the lava beast's mouth in less than a quarter of an hour, if he didn't run quickly, when it rushed out, it would be troublesome.

It was not until Long Feitian left the Demon Monkey Mountain that he gasped and stopped to rest.

Wenjia Village.

A group of armed warriors escorted hundreds of villagers out of the village, both men and women, all of them under the age of fifty, and each villager was tied with ropes, like bound animals.

The old village chief led a group of old people to kneel down to those fierce warriors, and pleaded with tears streaming down his face: "Ladies and gentlemen, there are only these young people in our village, they all go to mine, and there will be no one to do farm work anymore, and we will all starve to death!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I beg you, leave a little seed for our Wenjia Village, you need someone to mine, just let us go these old things. ”

"My lord, please, we are willing to dig for you. ”

"It's you. A warrior in his thirties, of medium stature, with a scar on his face, almost turning the left side of his face into two, sneered: "You old things can't even hold a pickaxe, we want you to eat?

As he spoke, a blood-devouring hideousness suddenly appeared on Scar's face, and the sword in his hand was slashed at a white-haired old man, and the old man couldn't dodge it at all, he was slashed in the middle, fell on it and twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.

"Daddy......" A middle-aged man who was tied up screamed and pounced from the crowd, but he didn't want him to take just two steps, and a warrior kicked him in the back with one leg and kicked him out.

In this way, the warrior had not yet exerted enough breath, stepped forward a few steps, stepped on the back of the middle-aged man who was just about to get up, and stabbed him in the back with a wave of the weapon in his hand.

"Daddy......" The middle-aged man shouted a few times to the old man who had been killed before, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

"I don't think anyone would dare to make trouble. The warrior looked at his face fiercely, his gaze swept over the villagers' bodies like a sharp sword, and as soon as all the villagers came into contact with his gaze, their faces turned pale with fright, and they retreated again and again, not daring to say a word again.

These people are notoriously murderous gods, and there are not a few people who have died at their hands, and in their eyes, the lives of villagers are far less important than a single animal.

Seeing that the villagers were no longer talking, a sneer of disdain flashed on the warrior's face, and he shouted to the warrior behind him, and drove the bound villagers to the outside of the village.

With tears in his eyes, the Wen family just watched the warriors walk out of the village, and he felt a sense of despair in his heart, you must know that the villagers who were tied up were all the villagers between the ages of fourteen and fifty in the Wen family's village, without them, no one in the village would grow crops, and the only thing waiting for them was starvation.

Thinking about the final outcome of Wenjia Village, Wen Jiagang felt a cross in his heart, ran to the leader of the warrior, blocked his way, and knelt down again and begged: "My lord, you can leave a few people in our Wenjia Village, we old things can starve to death, but the children in the village can't starve to death." ”

Wen Jiagang's plea did not win the sympathy of the warriors, but because he blocked the way, the warriors led by De Na were furious, "Old thing, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you." ”

Before the voice fell, the sword in his hand had already been raised and stabbed towards Wen Jiagang.

Wen Jiagang didn't hide in the slightest, watching the sword getting closer and closer to his body, there was no fear on his wrinkled old face, and some had a relieved expression.

Since the arrival of this group of warriors, he, the village chief, has spent every day in terror, looking at the villagers who were only two-thirds or sometimes even half of the original when they came back every time they were sent to the mine, his heart was like a knife, but he had no way at all.

The other party is a warrior, and they are just a group of villagers who don't have any strength, so they can only be bullied by the other party. Now death is the best relief for him.

"Finally, I don't have to watch the villagers die one by one. Wen Jiagang thought in his heart.

"Father......" A roar suddenly sounded among the tied villagers, and he rushed towards this side, he was none other than Wen Jiagang's son Wen An.

It's a pity that as soon as Wen An moved a martial artist, he roared angrily and kicked him in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

The sword is getting closer and closer, Wen Jiagang has already felt its cold breath, he turned his head to look at his son, a touch of grief flashed in his eyes, Wen An is his only son, this time he was taken away by them, I am afraid that he will never survive again, and he will never be able to survive from then on.

However, he couldn't help but feel relieved when he thought that even the entire village of Wenjia Village was gone.

"Die. The warrior roared, his voice was full of blood-devouring excitement, and at this time, his sword had already stabbed into Wen Jiagang's clothes, and as long as he took another step forward, he would stab into Wen Jiagang's body.

Thinking of the sound of the sword entering his body, as well as the screams before death, and the flying blood, the qi and blood of the martial artist's whole body boiled, and an inexplicable excitement filled his whole body, and even his body trembled with excitement.

However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared in his gaze, like a meteor flashing, and he didn't even know what it was, and it was already in front of his head.

There was a muffled sound of "......boom", and the warrior only felt that something hit his head, and the next moment, his head exploded, and the sharp sword that had pierced the Wen family's clothes suddenly stopped.

The upheaval came so quickly that everyone didn't react at all, and a figure shot from a distance and stopped at the entrance of the village.