Bai Ye was fearless in his heart, bowed his head and instructed the little girl, stepped into the iron horse, and cast a starting gesture, looking around, and braking quietly.

These cavalry are not simple, the killing intent on their bodies is not something that ordinary soldiers can condense, and if they want to condense the killing intent, they must at least be slaughtered by 10,000 people.

Thirty-six horsemen, at least 360,000 people were killed, terrifying!

The blood rushed into the sky, covering the sky and the earth, and it was already a tangible thing, visible to the naked eye, stretching for miles.

The blood gave birth to a vision, which was extraordinary, Bai Ye was still an ordinary man after all, and there was a bloody hallucinations in his eyes, and his reason was struggling on the verge of collapse, leaving only a trace of clarity, and his left hand held the little girl's little hand!

Boom!

moved, no one spoke, only the four knights walked towards the white night rhythmically and stiffly, four pairs of cold palms on the shoulders of the two, holding the two, moving forward in an orderly manner, and the rest of the thirty-two iron horsemen slowly surrounded, protecting a few people impermeable.

These thirty-six horsemen, in a very peculiar state, are not alive, half human and half corpse, slow and stiff, but can clearly carry out orders.

Extraordinary!

Although he was already awake for the most part, Bai Ye still showed a confused appearance, even in front of these dead riders, he was not careless.

Entering Wujiang City, the prosperous scene is unobstructed, it is completely a big city style, even if it is affected by the war, you can still feel the heritage of the millennium.

As soon as a group of iron riders entered the city, passers-by and merchants gave way, stopped to watch, and talked about it.

Obviously, it has long been strange, only a very small number of people panicked and hid far away, seeing that the costumes were tourists who came from other places, although they were frightened, they couldn't help but hide behind people and stick their heads out to see what was going on.

"What kind of people are these, don't you seem to be alive, aren't you afraid?" asked a visitor whispering in the ear of a local.

"When I first saw it before, I was just as scared as you, it's normal, these are iron horses that have contributed to the Chu State, and the King of Chu can't bear to bury them in the ground after death, and let them walk the world again with secret techniques. "It was a local official who spoke, and his demeanor was calm, concise, and he explained things clearly in a few words.

Looking at the trembling appearance of the travelers, the little official whispered: "Although these iron horsemen have been resurrected with secret techniques, they have lost their souls, and they must be controlled by someone. ”

Bai Ye's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, his ear power is outstanding, and the words of the little official do not fall word for word.

Is there really a magic spell in this world? You can manipulate a corpse as if it were a living person!

That night, Bai Ye was taken into the prison and imprisoned, and several dead riders worked tirelessly day and night to guard it, and it was impossible to escape, all eyes were focused on him, turning with his movements.

Seeing that the escape plan was not feasible, Bai Ye gave up, stretched out his index finger and connected the three big points of the little girl's middle man, perineum, and Yongquan, so that the qi and blood were smooth, the little girl quickly sobered up, looked at the place she was in horror, and just wanted to scream, she was covered by Bai Ye and whispered, the little girl nodded, Bai Ye let go of her hand and explained the process softly.

The little girl cried while listening, it was tragic enough for herself to be a beggar on the street, and now she was a death row prisoner, and the grief in her heart was difficult to suppress.

Fortunately, Bai Ye comforted her that she would be fine, and the little girl stopped her tears, lying on the straw mat and wandering, not knowing what she was thinking.

There was only one straw mat in the prison, and Bai Ye had to sit on the ground, secretly scolding himself for his bad luck, and he was imprisoned in the prison by mistake, which is a place that symbolizes death.

Those guards were all dead riders, they didn't know what exhaustion was, and their combat effectiveness was extraordinary, and it was impossible for him to escape with his means and abilities, so Bai Ye became melancholy.

He learned the coffin ban, and he was sure to escape, but the mortal body was as heavy as Mount Tai, and the saints who entered the Tao could not move.

The little girl is burdened by him, and he can't ignore it.

Things seem to have come to a dead end.

There are only a few prisons in the heavenly prison of Nuoda, but they are all a little abnormal at this time.

The small man diagonally opposite stood up, shook the dust off the hem of his clothes, and his eyes were shining: "I have been practicing the shape-shifting and shadow-changing body method for twenty years, and now I am finally successful, who can stop me?"

It seems that none of the characters in this level are simple characters, and that body method is not an ordinary martial art when it hears the name.

The little man broke off a piece of the bed and held it across his chest, and with a thud he knocked the hard iron prison out of a hole, and the little man was nowhere to be seen.

Several guards rushed to the gate to the outside world in an instant, and with a roll of the blade, a figure appeared at the gate, it was the boy in white.

"What's going on, don't go back!" he retorted.

Brush Brush Brush!

A few iron horsemen slammed towards the white-clothed boy, and the figure was shattered under the blade, and it was actually an afterimage!

A burly figure walked slowly outside the gate of the prison, with his back to the prison, and in front of him was a lively street.

However, he stopped, arched himself and slowly retreated, and across from him, a white-clothed figure looked at him coldly in front of the crowd.

"You're the first person to get out of the prison, but it's still a little close!" the man in white folded his fan, his figure was disillusioned, and he instantly moved behind the burly man, and the killing move was complete.

Several iron horsemen followed, surrounding the two figures, the burly man and the man in white quickly exchanged more than 100 moves, you come and go, the body shape changes, but it is two people in white fighting, white clothes and white fans, there is no difference!

"Thunder!"

A small figure vomited blood and fell to the ground, another figure approached, his right arm was wrapped in a light blue arc, his clothes smelled of burning, and he said coldly: "I am still a little short of fighting you, I won't kill you today, I will accompany me on a safari tomorrow, and let you out if you behave well!"

The little man reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said curiously, "You are also a cultivator?"

Obviously, he is a mysterious monk, that is, a legendary monk, who has mastered the means of immortals.

However, he still lost.

"Cultivator?" The white-clothed boy raised his eyebrows, feeling a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, and shook his head and said, "No!"

He had never been exposed to those magical things, and he didn't want to understand them, because his heart was tired three years ago.

The little man was stunned when he heard this, and was shocked: "But the methods you have used have exceeded the scope of mortal and secular martial arts......"

Indeed, it is not easy to stop him from changing his shape, he has been practicing hard for 20 years, and once he was broken, the depression in his heart can be imagined.

"Are you talking about my speed and attack?" the boy in white raised his head and said proudly: "I imagine myself as a gust of wind when I walk, and imagine myself as a ball of fire or a thunderbolt when I fight, the effect is very powerful, especially when I am in danger, imagine that I am a pool of clear water, then no one wants to hurt me." ”