Su Zimu grabbed Wan Xiong's arm: "What is this Mo family doing?" ”

"The number of immortal cultivators in Qizhou." Wan Xiong said.

"Which sect's white gloves?"

"What?"

"I mean, which sect is behind it?" Su Zimu explained.

Wan Xiong was stunned for a moment: "This, I really don't know." ”

"The right path or the devil's path?"

"Right, right?" Wan Xiong said without confidence.

The second egg said hatefully: "It's him. Mother. of the Word! ”

Wan Xiong's expression was gloomy: "I have never heard that the Mo clan has anything to do with the Demon Dao. ”

The old helmet said coldly: "You can hear it, don't you know it all over the world?" ”

"When is this all the time, what are you arguing about!"

Su Zimu asked for a long time, but he didn't ask anything useful, so he simply didn't want to think about it, and calmed down and continued to run the exercises, looking forward to a breakthrough at the critical moment.

If he had broken through the bottleneck and become a real monk, he would have to fight hard, but at the beginning, he felt that it was only a little bit worse, he practiced hard for more than a month, and his whole body was strengthened several rounds, and the last kick still couldn't be kicked out!

In a few moments, the two teams joined forces, and the captives were all under the watchful eye of the captives.

Continue to march forward for half a day, the road gets more and more deviant, and finally stops near a wasteland.

Mo Xingliang took out a spirit rune and lit it, and the rune paper exploded in mid-air with a bang, and the scattered flames condensed into an illusory portal in the air.

Su Zimu used his eyesight, but he couldn't see what was in the door, only faintly heard the roaring wind and the inhuman howl.

Suddenly there was a roar from the rear, and several captives suddenly fled, stumbling and crawling.

The guards immediately chased after him, knocking him to the ground in two or two blows, and his head was bleeding.

Suddenly realizing that this was the last chance, Su Zimu used all his strength and let out a roar of his father's dead mother: "If you want to live, run-"

The terrible roar spread far away, and everyone was stunned by this voice, but the imaginary scene did not appear, as if they were stunned by his roar, and there was silence all around, only the desolation of the cold wind blowing.

Su Zimu was stunned, he thought that he would be able to jump out of a few bloody ones with a roar, which Cheng thought would be such a result.

Didn't everyone think about escaping?

Several guards had already locked his position and hurried over, and Su Zimu almost collapsed.

No way, let's fight!

But in the next second, the crowd suddenly erupted into earth-shattering shouts, and with a bang, hundreds of captives rushed out at the same time, like a pack of wild dogs, regardless of their heads.

In an instant, there was chaos, and the few guards who planned to trouble Su Zimu were all knocked down by the fleeing captives, and then they were trampled by I don't know how many big-footed girls, and when the crowd rushed over, there were only three unlucky people left who had nothing to love and had big footprints on their faces.

In the chaos, Wan Xiong pushed Su Zimu fiercely: "Run!" ”

Before the words fell, Su Zimu had already grabbed his arm with his backhand, and with an irresistible force, he dragged Wan Xiong to stagger, striding and running involuntarily, and almost fell to the ground several times.

As soon as the captives were in disarray, the guards also blew up, desperately blocking the fleeing captives.

In order to deter the captives, the guards all gave their hands to death, and once they were caught, they either broke their arms or legs, and the result was that the people were even more frightened and would eat. The milk used all her strength and ran out desperately.

For a moment, the screams, shouts, roars, and voices that were not at all mixed together, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Mo Xingliang's face was pale, and he took out a small black banner only the size of a palm from his arms, and several hideous ghost heads on the banner, like a koi playing in the water, wandering around on the pitch-black banner.

The black banner shook in the wind, becoming as tall as two people, and the seven ghost heads opened their bloody mouths and spat out billowing black smoke.

The smoke spread rapidly, and everywhere they passed, whether they were fleeing prisoners or guards, they were dizzy and fell to the ground limply.

Even the scaly horses screamed and neighed in the billowing black smoke, and finally collapsed powerlessly.

Su Zimu suddenly felt a sinking in his hand, and when he looked back, Wan Xiong was wrapped in a layer of black mist, his eyes were blurred and his whole body was weak, and he was dragging him forward.

"Don't, leave me alone!" Wan Xiong's face was blue and black, his eye sockets were deep-set, and he looked like he was about to die.

Su Zimu didn't have time to think about it, so he suddenly pulled Wan Xiong out of the black fog, carried it on his shoulder, and ran wildly.

The speed of the black smoke was even faster than expected, first the escaped prisoners behind them were submerged in the smoke, and then the refugees around them fell one by one, and even those who ran in front of them were all floating in their footsteps and fell to the ground one after another.

Su Zimu was also covered in smoke, and he couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart, but he didn't feel anything wrong, he was still alive and kicking, and there was nothing abnormal.

Mo Xingliang dominated the audience as soon as he made a move, and suddenly showed a smug smile, which Cheng thought that everyone fell, but there was an inexplicable guy jumping up and down, running faster than a rabbit, that is called a happy truth.

The smoke already has the effect of confusing, and after it spreads out, it naturally forms a formation, which is similar to the ghost hitting the wall, Su Zimu did escape very quickly, in fact, he always spun in place, and there was no chance to run out at all.

But Mo Xingliang still felt that his face was gloomy, and his luck dantian tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Junior, where to go!" Shaking his hand, he threw a yellow light.

Su Zimu only felt that there was wind in the back of his head, there was a muffled bang, and his eyes trembled suddenly like an earthquake, and he was dizzy and his ears were ringing, and he stumbled over and fell.

Wan Xiong also fell out, rolling several times in a row, knocking a carriage apart before stopping.

Mo Xingliang snorted coldly, the ecstasy banner was windless, and wisps of black gas floated out of the guards who fell to the ground, and they woke up one by one after a while.

Mo Xingliang commanded expressionlessly: "Bring everyone in!" ”

The guards looked bitter, but did not dare to complain, and quickly piled the prisoners on the cart and sent them to the illusory portal as fast as they could.

When Su Zimu woke up, he was surrounded by unconscious strangers, regardless of men, women and children, piled up on top of each other.

He pulled out his arm with all his might, arched away from the stranger, and crawled out of the pile of people in embarrassment, finding himself in a large pit made of boulders, the bottom of which was full of dark red dry bones.

Su Zimu grew up in a peaceful era, where have you ever seen this? A cold chill instantly enveloped the whole body.

Looking up again, the blood-colored enchantment covered the bone pit, and several guards happened to push a car to the edge of the pit, and suddenly lifted it up, and more than two dozen unconscious people rolled and fell into the pit, you pressed me, I pressed you, and the limbs were entangled and stacked in a pile.

There were several others in the same pile, many with strange twisted limbs, even broken necks.

Su Zimu's heart was beating wildly: What the hell is this place?