The wind stops!

Even the clouds hanging in the sky, like the lid of a pot, seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"Disciples, listen to the order, kill me! Kill these guys who don't know what to do, who should be thrown into the cave of ten thousand snakes to feed maggots, who are pretentious and claim to be righteous. Kill one and reward ten spirit stones, kill ten reward spirit stones for one thousand, kill the one who hit me in the face with a stone, I will accept him as a disciple and pass on his 'Ten Demon Fingering'. Song Qingwen was irritable, and directly gave the order to continue firing.

In an instant, more than half of the Demon Sect disciples who looked exhausted suddenly jumped up, and they all screamed and rushed towards the righteous path monks who were lying on the ground like salted fish.

And the righteous path monks, as if they were about to be reincarnated, but the delicate girls who were powerless to resist, at this moment, most of them could only look at the disciples of the Demon Sect who rushed up with fierce and decisive eyes, expecting to kill with their eyes.

To be honest, Ke Xiaoliang was also moved.

If not... At that time, the brick was actually lost by Ke Xiaoliang himself.

Of course, he saw it from God's point of view, and no one noticed his actions.

Under normal circumstances, Song Qingwen was sealed and cultivated, and he could hide from it with his consciousness.

However, Ke Xiaoliang did a little trick and made use of a little optical principle, so that Song Qingwen, who had no spiritual sense, could not find the bricks flying towards him at the first time.

And thanks to this, Ke Xiaoliang's harvest is... I earned tens of thousands of magic points. With Ke Xiaoliang's gradual and clear understanding of Song Qingwen, he was guaranteed to make a lot of money by smashing it at that time.

The facts did not surprise Ke Xiaoliang's expectations.

"I really can't let these Demon Sect disciples kill these righteous path cultivators. Otherwise, I'll have to spend my demonic value again to reshape the flesh of these righteous monks... Then I'm at a loss!" thought Ke Xiaoliang to himself.

Wind··· Suddenly it got bigger.

In the clouds, a tornado in the distance, mixed with a massive amount of radiation, swept towards the half-abandoned town.

And along with the spreading dust and the wind, there are also a large number of bloody, ferocious, and crazy monsters.

They look just as different as they seem at first.

In fact, they already have a relatively weak sense of independence, at least when they attack, they will not be so mechanical.

They will hurt, they will hurt, they will be afraid, but they will also become more ferocious, more crazy, and more cooperative with each other.

"Everyone, run! The monster is coming, we can't stop it now!" shouted in the crowd, the old leek Wang Jue.

In an instant, those Demon Sect disciples who had originally besieged the Righteous Path Cultivator scattered a small half.

The rest are also collecting weapons, and then standing in their positions, ready to borrow some geographical advantages, protect themselves, and kill monsters at the same time.

And the most apprehensive ones are those righteous monks.

They had really exhausted their energy, and although they tried their best to adjust their breathing and recover their strength, they could not recover immediately and turn over in a moment.

What's even more embarrassing is that after a scuffle, they all felt their stomachs 'gurgling'.

Young people are already hungry, and when they are consumed, they become hungry even faster.

In the past, the world was false, and some of the more 'real' feelings were still a layer away, for example, hunger was not so easy to find, even if you felt hungry, it was not obvious, and you could endure it.

In addition, the experience time is not long, and everyone who has entered the Huzhong Realm has never worried about the little thing in their stomachs.

Obviously, times have changed now.

They soon find out that they are horribly hungry and that they have to worry about filling their stomachs in this world of the apocalyptic wasteland.

"One person carries one, and drags away those who can't run. The old man took a look, which cub dared to disobey the yang and the yin, and see that the old man didn't pick his skin!" Murong Yun, who was still reincarnated as a little Lori, stood on a broken stone wall, and roared at the disciples of the Demon Sect who still had spare strength and hid in various small spaces.

Although the lives of the disciples of the Demon Sect are not worth much.

When he arrived in another world, he began to become more expensive.

After all... These are all good cannon fodder, which are directly taken away by the monsters in waves, which is a waste of resources.

Coincidentally, Ke Xiaoliang also thought so.

And it was more 'thoughtful' than Murong Yun had heard.

In the distance, just behind the spreading monster line, a bright light suddenly flickered.

An adult man in a leather jacket, jeans, and martin boots is riding a roaring motorcycle, driving away the monsters.

Bang bang bang!

In the sound of gunfire, one after another strong monsters fell to the ground.

They are then eaten by other monsters around them.

Some monsters pounced on the man, but the man pulled out the Tang knife at his waist and easily cut the monster that pounced on him in two.

"Huh, what a lot of strength, is it talented?" Murong Yun listened to lie on the high stone wall, two small short legs swaying at the other end of the stone wall, and the two little fat piers who were disciples of the Demon Sect were lying on the ground, ready to welcome the elder to jump down from the height, using his physical body to help and cushion the strength.

Suddenly, in the midst of the monster group, an alien ran out.

It is more powerful than a normal monster, with a human-like torso and tiger-like limbs.

The blood flowing in the body, like magma and veins, is all over the body.

It opened its large, toothy mouth and roared at the man on the motorcycle.

Then he spat out a long tongue of fire and flew towards the man.

The man took off a chain from his waist.

The chains swept out, and the black lightning spread in the direction the chains pointed, shattering the tongue of fire and locking the monster's throat.

With a sudden pull, the monster's head was torn off, and under the bombardment of the black arc, the monster's corpse turned into black ash and scattered all over the ground.

"It's real power, it's extraordinary... Song Qingwen was in another place, and when he saw this scene, his eyes lit up.

The man's methods are crude and simple in his eyes, and his strength is not strong.

However, if there was a power in this world that transcended the ordinary, then as a powerful cultivator of the Demon Sect, he would have the confidence to regain great power in this world.

Just when Song Qingwen and many monks with vision and foresight were still feeling and excited.

The shrill whistle pierced through the night, but also through the air.

A lot of eyes were on the person who blew the whistle.

"Ke Xiaoliang, whose disciple is this?"

"Wait, isn't he the one he was rumored... Thirteen Devils?"

"This... How is it a fool?"

"At this time, how can he do such an eye-catching act? He is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of attracting more monsters?"

Even Song Qingwen felt even more embarrassed with a hot face.

The embarrassment at this moment is second only to the previous time when he was hit by a brick.

Because he heard that someone was saying that Ke Xiaoliang was his disciple.

Shao Jin, who was rescued by his own dog's leg in the crowd, and now that he has not been awake for a long time, also showed a mocking expression, and the contempt in his eyes was about to overflow.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, more monsters pounced on Ke Xiaoliang in large numbers.

It's done a good deed for others, and the monsters that were originally assigned to other places have become rarer.

The disciples of the Demon Sect who were originally hiding with Ke Xiaoliang also got out of the way, and they didn't mean to help him at all.

There is no friendship at all.

In the face of the impact of the monsters, Ke Xiaoliang held an iron rod, blocking left and right, although it seemed that the knife skills were exquisite, but after all, his strength was weak and he couldn't support it for too long.

Just as he saw that he was about to be ruthlessly torn apart by the monsters.

A flash of lightning pierced the darkness.

The black arc spread, and a large number of small monsters were directly electrocuted into flying ashes.

The arc on the chain dispersed, wrapped around Ke Xiaoliang's waist, pulled him behind the man's 'car', and sat with the man.

"Huh!??"

"Hmmm... "The mind is nimble, and at this point it has begun to perceive something.

They seem to be... Missed it?