The vibration and piercing roar of the explosion resounded in the moonlight, accompanied by a violent shaking, Zhou Li and Tang Wan kicked open the window of the carriage in unison, barely escaping from the carriage before the raging flames engulfed them.

The moment the two of them left the carriage, the surging waves of fire in front of them engulfed the entire carriage, and the crackling sound reminded the two that if they did not leave the carriage, the end would definitely not be too good.

At this time, the entire tall carriage was completely engulfed in flames. The neighing of horses, the howls of people in pain, and the struggling and twisting shadows of the firelight were particularly hideous in the moonlight. Zhou Li looked at the raging flames solemnly, and Tang Wan had already found out the silver needle and hidden weapon to guard around.

"No matter whether it is sad or happy, it will be reincarnated."

The Zen staff in his hand is embroidered with silver and copper, and his robe is dyed red like blood. The original eyes were only empty blood caves, and the old face was full of peace. The monk who slowly walked out of the boiling flames smashed the Zen staff into the ground, folded his hands, and said with compassion on his face:

"The two donors should enter reincarnation."

Everything has a spirit, and the spirit can communicate or be devoured.

"Soul Eater..."

Looking at the strange misfortune in front of them that exuded compassion and murder, two completely different temperaments, Zhou Li and Tang Guan's faces showed solemn expressions. In the territory of the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the Lingqi master who communicates with the spirit, there is also a kind of cultivator related to the spirit, that is, the "soul devouring ghost" in front of him.

Such people are also cultivators, but what they practice is neither the innate qi nor the spiritual qi of all things. What they cultivate is the dirty doom hidden in their hearts and flesh.

This kind of bloody tyranny will affect the minds of others at the same time, making people unconsciously go crazy killing. And with the improvement of the Dirty Doom, this kind of person will hollow out his own spirit, then use the Dirty Doom Qi to bind the spirits of all things, and finally use his own flesh and blood as a furnace to refine the Qi spirit, turning into a manipulated evil ghost.

"The poor monk resigned, and met the two."

After bowing respectfully, the soul-devouring ghost with his eyes gouged out faced the two of them and said in a kind tone: "The poor monk is not talented, but he has a slight way. Please enter reincarnation, if you don't follow..."

Gripping the Zen staff tightly, the bloody cavities were instantly occupied by fiery scarlet light, and a ghost-like wail resounded in his body. The strange monk named Wanton Speech swelled sharply, his robe was instantly bursting, and his terrifying muscles contained a fiery aura that made it difficult to breathe. He stood upright with one hand, bowed slightly, and his voice was like a bell.

"Shoot or kill."

"You're left, I'm right!"

With Zhou Li's angry shout, Tang Guan dodged to the right without looking back, galloping rapidly. And Zhou Li was not ambiguous, and ran directly backwards after shouting this sentence.

I can't beat it, I definitely can't beat it.

Zhou Li knew very well that the person who could use this kind of fierce flame to burn a tall carriage of six entire carriages in an instant was definitely not something that he and Tang Guanjia could compete with.

What's more, the other party is still a soul eater, thirsty for killing and not afraid of pain. If you really fight, your own crotch lifting tactics will definitely not work, and the method of sprinkling lime is estimated to not be very effective.

Of course, Zhou Li's escape was not unfounded. He could see that when he was persuading himself and Tang Guan to die quickly, this unscrupulous soul eater was obviously looking at him, and his target was most likely himself.

Sure enough...

After running out for about five or six meters, Zhou Li sensed the temperature transmitted by the raging flames behind him. His mind froze, and his body flew into the air in a strange position, dodging a bone-eating fire.

Looking at Zhou Li who jumped into the air, there was still a compassionate smile on his face, his Zen staff shook, and another blazing wave of fire swept towards Zhou Li, who had nowhere to borrow strength in midair.

Shout.

With an imperceptible adhesion sound, Zhou Li's body "smashed" to the bush on the right as if it had been dragged violently. But it was this dodge that the blazing waves of flames passed by him. After landing smoothly, Zhou Li looked at the somewhat stunned recklessness a hundred meters away, shook off the spider silk casually, and made a mouth shape.

【Bald Donkey】

Seeing this, he was stunned at first, after all, he had never seen someone who was hunted down by himself and had the leisure to turn back and taunt. He didn't get angry either, he smiled, and the staff was raised high.

Hiss~~~

The condensed blade of fire was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the sound of cutting through the air was chilling. The Zen staff slammed into the ground with a roar, and the blade of fire slashed at Zhou Li's head like a snake and scorpion. This fire blade is dizzyingly fast, and even the moment the fire blade bursts out, the summer cicada that was shocked has not yet touched the ground.

"Thief dares!"

"Criminal Law Order 13: Strip the Five Senses!"

First there was a shout of rage from the ruins of the carriage, and then a calm murmur from the depths of the woods. The moment that fire blade was about to split Zhou Li's head, a long arrow with a steel tip flying feather tore through the air and directly scattered the fire blade.

At the same time, the unruly speech with a look of surprise was just about to turn around, and an indescribable power spread through his body, instantly depriving him of his five senses.

Zhou Li looked at the fire blade that was shattered in front of him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the Wanling Zhu Ball that was originally held in the palm of his hand was also quietly put away.

Really.

In fact, at the moment when he fled from the carriage at the beginning, Zhou Li looked at the last carriage. Although the explosion and flames were ferocious and obviously premeditated, they were not enough to directly kill a Jinyi Wei Baihu who was sitting in the last carriage and had enough time to react.

Of course, if these hundred households were really killed by this flame, Zhou Li would have nothing to say, and he would run away when he opened the Wanling Zhuqiu and turned into a bird, and he should have met a purebred relation.

And...

Looking at the wanton rhetoric of being deprived of his five senses and protecting his body with flames, Zhou Li squinted his eyes slightly, and gently clasped his index finger thoughtfully.

It's not just a hundred households...

At this time, the wanton speech was shrouded in flames, and the Zen staff in his hand was also burned red. Although he was deprived of his five senses, he did not struggle and escape, but stayed where he was. He clenched his Zen staff and said in a loud voice:

"And the masters? Please show up! ”

"Intercepting and killing the carriage of the government in my Ming Dynasty and committing murder in public, the crime is unforgivable, the crime is unforgivable!"

The grizzly robe burned brightly, revealing the big red brocade robe where the flying fish swam. The man held a longbow like a silver moon, stretched out his hand, and took off his hood, the blood of the traveler smearing a red on his forehead. He stood on top of the burning carriage, feeling the smell of flesh flying, the anger in his chest outpacing the heat under his feet.

"Remember, your killer..."

Feather arrows are stringed, arms are stretched back, people are like strong pines, and there are two rounds in the month. The pair of sharp dragon eyes stared at the flesh-and-blood monk, Guo Lingyun gritted his teeth, and his voice was full of sharpness.

"Da Ming Jin Yiwei!"