The left arm hung down weakly, and the blood dripped down the arm, and the iron chain flail was bathed in blood, and it looked a little hideous at the moment.

This sudden blow made Zhou Weimin more and more jealous of this demon, he had never thought that the attack method of the Spell Descending Division was so weird.

The first few giants should still be human beings, the wound on the abdomen is surging blood, after the bravery, and then the weakness, the whole person pushed the mountain and fell to the ground and there was no movement, and the candle flame above the head flickered a few times, and disappeared.

The giant man who was crowded behind directly stomped on his companion's body, and in the midst of the splattering flesh and blood, he roared and rushed over.

In this case, if you don't solve the remaining giants, you can't get close at all, but the demon's attack method is too weird.

Although the thoughts kept coming to his mind, Zhou Weimin did not pause at all, his left hand was in great pain, and it was almost completely scrapped, but he wiped it on the back of his hand with an iron oar without wasting it.

Drinking blood, the iron oars were also hot, Zhou Weimin stirred up the anger in his heart, and swept out with a horizontal oar.

The figure in the attic was also injured, and at this moment he was gritting his teeth and was busy pulling the rattle out of his arm, but he did not attack again, but the shouting in his mouth did not stop: "If you get out now, grandpa can still let you go alive, don't wait for your grandpa to recover his breath, the next time it will not hurt his arm." ”

With the help of the giants' obstacles to each other and the railings and pillars in the corridor, Zhou Weimin is still at ease, but the hole in his arm has been bleeding non-stop, even if he can stalemate, he is afraid that he will bleed to death.

Looking at the stupid way of walking of these giant men, Zhou Weimin suddenly thought about it, and he no longer had a hard top at the moment, turned around and ran along the corridor into the distance.

The giants didn't know what the plan was, so they rounded their fists and chased as they waved, and in just a few seconds they were pulled away from the staircase in the attic.

Zhou Weimin grinned, his right arm was slightly propped up on the railing, and the whole person turned over the railing and ran straight towards the attic, but those giants were blocked by the railing.

When the demon of the Spell Descending Division pulled out the rattle and tore off a piece of clothing to bandage the wound, he looked up and saw that the guy who had suddenly attacked had reached the top of the stairs, and his own men were still far behind.

"Death to Lao Tzu!" Zhou Weimin didn't waste a second at all, endured the severe pain and rounded his left hand, the iron chain flail was like a silver snake breaking free from his wrist, and he flew towards the demon, and then stepped on his feet, and the whole person rushed up.

The curse division is not good at this kind of means of facing the enemy head-on, just short to avoid the iron chain shackles, the murderer came to the front, seeing that the strange murder weapon is about to end, the demon suddenly took two steps back, an iron plate bridge came out, Zhou Weimin was bound to win the sweep and failed.

The demon escaped with his life, and when he saw that his men were about to rush back, he turned over and rushed down the attic with a roll, and before he could catch his breath, he saw that the murderer also chased down fiercely.

If you don't die, if you die, I will live, Zhou Weimin also knows that he can't delay it for a long time, and he doesn't care about the giant man behind him at all, all his thoughts are on that demon, wielding an iron oar purely by brute force is to slash and split.

The demon ran fast, Zhou Weimin chased closely, and the four or five giants were not slow, but chased one by one and formed a line.

"You forced me!"

After running for dozens of seconds, the demon's physical fitness was obviously inferior to Zhou Weimin, and he began to gasp for breath, seeing that the distance was slowly getting closer, he went back to the attic, kicked over a large round barrel, and took advantage of Zhou Weimin's dodging opportunity, the rattle in his hand chiseled down the relief fiercely.

The sharp handle poked directly into the center of the relief, and the dense cracks were like sudden cobwebs, exploding in all directions along the center point, and countless colorful liquids poured out along the gaps.

Before he could figure out what the demon was doing, a fishy sea breeze suddenly roared and rolled up in this courtyard.

The wind howled, the first to suffer were those giants, the candle flame above their heads was blown out in an instant, they stood in place, and then suddenly began to wail, and then the flesh and blood all over the body were like melting snow, turning into a gurgling milky yellow liquid dissolved into a puddle, without restraint, the internal organs in the chest cavity and abdominal cavity fell directly to the ground, and a gray-white skeleton was left in the whole body to stand in place.

The demon shrank down, kneeling down facing the relief, leaving only one right hand still hanging on the rattle.

Zhou Weimin is not much better, in his opinion, the current situation of the entire courtyard is not much better than when he was alone floating on the soul river, there are resentful souls everywhere with teeth and claws, they are flying and colliding everywhere at a very fast speed, but as if they are trapped in this courtyard, they can't run out at all.

Immediately after, they seemed to be attracted by Zhou Weimin's attention, and they were entangled and entangled with each other to form a visible yin wind tornado, which rushed towards him, and it was coming in an instant.

"You wait for grandpa to die!" The demon also turned his head sideways to look at Zhou Weimin, he had used this trick many times, and almost no one could be spared.

The feeling of being devoured and bitten appeared again, and just as Zhou Weimin panicked, a heat wave suddenly came out from the bone beads on his neck.

It was like a new wound was sprayed with hydrogen peroxide, and it was like someone was thrown directly into a hot oil pot, and the ubiquitous pain made Zhou Weimin can't suppress the scream.

"Hahahaha, death to grandpa!" The demon let go of his right hand, and he sat down slowly with his back against the relief, and even looked at the nameless murderer wrapped in the yin wind with great interest.

The unbearable pain made Zhou Weimin so manic that he almost lost his mind, and the gushing anger added fuel to the fire, he stared at the red eyes, through the yin wind, and looked towards the only sound source in the field.

"You! Mortal! ”

Zhou Weimin was furious like a mad dog that had escaped the reins, completely ignoring the bone beads and yin wind using his own body as a battlefield, and the wounds brought to him by the fight, he raised the iron oar, and walked towards the demon a few meters away step by step.

The strength of this fierce man is far beyond the imagination of the demon who descended the curse, seeing that he walked over with a look of wanting to die together, the demon retreated two meters with his hands on the ground, but it inspired the ruthlessness in his heart, stood up against the wall, and pulled out the rattle that was poked on the relief.

"You'd better die first!"

The monster laughed, his left hand stirred violently in his mouth, and blood came out of his tongue that temporarily stopped bleeding, and he sprayed it on the rattle again, and his left hand stroked out several strokes, and the rattle in his right hand stabbed down on his left thigh, and after a shuddering roar, the rattle was once again 'planted' into the muscles of his thigh.

It seems that even the ligaments are broken, the entire left leg is completely disobedient, and even the underwear is wet with gushing blood, Zhou Weimin stumbled and almost fell to the ground directly, but this pain came and went faster, and he didn't have time to taste it, so he was covered by the pain all over his body again.

"Empty!"

Zhou Weimin grinned, the paddle handle hammered down the left cheek, and with the loss of several back molars, the mouth was filled with blood in an instant, he sprayed on the oar, barely holding the oar handle with both hands, and the only right foot that could still exert force kicked the ground, and even the person with the iron oar pounced.

The demon was frightened, and wanted to turn around and flee, but one of his left legs was also useless, where could he get out, and before he could turn around, he was directly hit in the back of the head by the iron oar, and a huge watermelon-like head directly collapsed into white flowers.

Seeing the demon fall to the ground, there was no movement, Zhou Weimin gritted his teeth and held the handle of the oar with both hands, using the head of the oar as a sword blade, and directly cut off his head, but the chain flail automatically flew to the demon, and after a shake, it seemed that something was dragged out of his body.

The drama fight with the demon is over, but the bone beads and resentful spirits are still fighting, and Zhou Weimin's whole body is downward as if it has been eaten by a mouse, and there are pitted bite marks everywhere.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss gradually manifested, his heart was beating wildly, his eyes were black, Zhou Weimin held on, he picked up the iron oar again, and let it drink blood from the wound on his thigh.

"Empty!"

Gathering all his strength, Zhou Weimin fiercely used the tip of the oar to insert it into the hole poked out by the rattle on the relief.

A series of clay pots shattered, and the white marble relief was completely shattered, falling down the wall in a slump, and soon there was a piece of broken jade left. Perhaps it was because of the trap that imprisoned the resentful souls, those resentful souls suddenly lost their interest in fighting with the soul beads, turned into black smoke in the sky, and flew everywhere.

Before Zhou Weimin could breathe a sigh of relief, a burst of dark green brilliance suddenly appeared on the wall where the relief was originally located, and eight illusory big hands poked out from the wall and grabbed Zhou Weimin together.

didn't have time to think about it, Zhou Weimin erected the iron oars and swept towards the eight arms, the eight arms were very flexible, and they grabbed the oars directly in the air, and even more forcefully, they dragged Zhou Weimin towards the wall.

Reluctantly raised his left foot and picked up the chain shackle, Zhou Weimin let go of his right hand, and let the iron oar be dragged and slammed into the wall, causing a burst of dark green light to shine, and he picked up the chain flail and pulled it towards the wall.

Like an iron flower, the iron chain flail was suddenly whipped, and the dark green light on the wall splashed and scattered, revealing the true face underneath.

The remains of eight corpses of various ages were gradually revealed on the walls, their bodies bound in chains, each with the same pattern on their foreheads carved on the green leaves.