"Boom!"

The sudden explosion shook half of the prison and sent smoke and dust in the air.

Feng Daocai grabbed his thighs and woke up the ranger, and the two unlucky eggs helped each other up, and before they could make the next move, they were swept away by the thick smoke mixed with stench, mosquitoes, and dust.

And there seems to be some poison in this smoke, and smelling it makes people dizzy and tight.

The two had no choice but to retreat to the courtyard.

"Save ...... Help me. ”

A muffled cry for help sounded in the smoke and dust at the main entrance of the prison, and a figure staggered over.

Zhang Yi grabbed Feng Chong, who was about to go up, stood up in front of him, and asked vigilantly:

"Who?"

The man didn't answer, just muttered "save me" and staggered closer.

Ranger clenched the hilt of the knife, and Feng Daoren took out the talisman.

But at this moment, the billowing smoke and dust settled for a while, revealing the face of the comer.

It's a horse-faced officer.

But instead of relaxing, the two became more vigilant.

The face of the horse-faced servant was really bad, his face was pale, his lips were purple, his pupils were scattered and pus-yellow, and there were black veins of black blood floating in the shape of cobwebs around his neck.

The two quietly took a step back.

"What's going on inside?" Feng Chong asked.

The officer's footsteps faltered, and his eyes shook twice in his sockets.

"Bugs. ”

"What?"

"The bugs ate it...... We...... Vomit. ”

His answer was intermittent and meaningless, and in the end, he suddenly vomited a puddle of gastric juice, dirty blood, and minced meat.

An unbearable sour rancid stench spreads.

The two of them unconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, a pustule the size of a finger suddenly appeared on the officer's face, followed by a second and a third...... Like mushrooms that emerge from rotten wood after rain or mold spreading on dead bodies, they are densely packed into every skin on his body in a short period of time.

No.

It should be said that his whole person has become a polymer of pustules.

Then.

"Poof. ”

The countless pustules festered and burst open with himself, scattering into puddles of yellow pus and blood and brown flesh.

This terrifying scene made the hearts of the two of them beat fiercely, but what was even more frightening was that some foam was churning in the pus, oozing some rough black smoke, mixed with many tiny insects, which flapped their wings from the remains of the servants, and "buzzed" together with black smoke hovering above the corpse.

Subsequently.

It slowly formed a crude human form.

"Bugs ate my ......"

The two of them thought of this sentence in unison, and the meaning of the words that they didn't understand was already clearly laid out in front of them.

............

"What is this?"

Feng Chong frowned, and his mind flashed one by one, before leaving the mountain, or from the book, or from the elders of the sect, the names and weaknesses of one monster after another.

Putting aside his academic style, on the other hand, Ranger is a doer who has come out of the wilderness.

No matter what kind of monster it is, whether it can be cut to death or not, you have to cut it to know.

He had already stretched out his long knife, rubbed his body up, and wanted to strike first.

Ten or so steps away and three or four steps to grab.

The sword light is as straight as a match, and the waist is swept away.

The monster didn't react in the slightest, and was cut in two.

But there was no joy on the ranger's face, because of the blade, there was no sense of slashing the entity.

He raised an eyebrow.

The wrists were flipped one after another, and the skilled martial arts were revealed. Sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, slashing, chopping...... The sword light was vertical and horizontal, and in the blink of an eye, the monster was cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces. Hands, feet, shoulders, elbows, ears, nose...... The fragmented parts were swept around by the blades.

But it didn't work.

The "dismembered" parts quickly turned into wisps of insect smoke and gathered back on the monster's body, and within a few moments, the hands, feet, shoulders, elbows and other parts all "grew" back.

When the ranger danced with a long knife, the monster was still the same silent, complete humanoid appearance with his head bowed and hands down.

"Beware! It's a ghost, no substance. ”

Feng Chong's reminder finally sounded with a sudden realization.

When the ranger heard this, he withdrew without thinking.

But at this moment, the monster also moved, and it suddenly bent down and opened its mouth, like a previous servant, and made a vomiting appearance at Zhang Yi. It's just that instead of flesh and blood, it's a pillar of insect smoke, or rather, the ghost spits itself out towards the ranger.

Zhang Yi retreated quickly, and Wei Mei chased faster.

In the blink of an eye, the thick smoke of insects was about to hit the Ranger's head and face. He couldn't help but clench the blade in his hand, but the scene just now told him that what use was mortal martial arts against this disembodied monster?

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Hmmm. ”

A curtain of light suddenly rose in front of him.

The menacing charm was like hitting the tide of the embankment, and it was helpless to roll back.

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly retreated, and nodded to Feng Chong, who rushed to the rescue, to show his gratitude.

Feng Daoren's face was full of solemnity.

"It's not over yet!"

The words fell, and the ears heard a continuous and thunderous "buzzing" sound.

But in the depths of the prison, suddenly a huge insect smoke gathered and rushed forward. If the charm in front is a splash, the latter is Hong Feng, crushing bricks and utensils along the way, smashing beams and walls, roaring and surging.

The light curtain didn't last half a second before it was crushed.

Insect smoke is like a flood that leaks through the gates, smashes the prison door, and pours into the hospital.

Zhang Yi hurriedly crouched down, and his long knife pierced the ground, protecting the front of him.

But after the insect smoke poured out of the prison door, the momentum had already dispersed, but when he touched this "torrent", Zhang Yi still felt like he was hit head-on by a mad bull, his bones crunched and wailed, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness was stuffed in his throat.

And the continuous surge of force pushed him back a little bit, and slowly bent the long knife.

At last.

"Boom. ”

The blade forged from fine iron is actually broken!

What's even worse is that more and more insects flew away from the "Hong Feng" and flew to his body, so that they were densely wrapped around his head and face, and they were still wriggling to drill into his body from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

He wasn't sure what would happen to the worm when it got into his body, and he thought that the puddle of pus and blood left by the horse-faced servant was a lesson from the past. The ranger's heart is cold, but he has done his best to fight against the insect tide, where is the spare strength to deal with the little bugs on his face?

Fortunately......

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law. ”

Feng Chong behind him finally moved.

He held two talismans in his hand and slapped them on the ground.

Suddenly.

But he saw a ring of fire rapidly spreading from under his feet. Everywhere they passed, the insects were burned and fell, leaving behind a scorched corpse. And the ranger couldn't help but listen to the sound of "crackling", accompanied by a large number of insects peeling off his body, which was the explosion of insect corpses being ignited.

Take advantage of this short time.

Feng Daoren took out the four small painted flags behind his waist, threw them in all directions, held the law in his hand, and recited anxiously in his mouth:

"One invites the god Mengzhang of the East, the second invites the god of Lingguang in the south, the third invites the god of the western guards, and the fourth invites the god of the name of the north...... Defend me, hasty as the law. ”

The words fell.

With four small flags as the corners, four white translucent walls of light rise from the ground, like isolated islands in the sea, firmly supporting a piece of heaven and earth in the insect tide incarnated by the ghost.

And the charm is also just like the tide of the sea, setting off huge waves, wave after wave, constantly squeezing and slapping the wall of light, in vain to stir up a large number of ripples, and the wall of light will not stand after all.

Immediately.

The charm changed again, the insect smoke gathered and condensed, turning into a black poisonous jiao, with scales and claws, and hideous head horns, coiling its long body on the wall of light, and tightening it a little bit.

There was no sound.

However, it can be clearly seen that the scales of the strangulation place have been abrasive, peeling off, turning into insect smoke overflowing, and the four walls of light are even more trembling and crumbling. But under Feng Daoren's gritted teeth, he was still in danger and unbroken.

......

Meng Zhang, Lingguang, Supervisor, and Zhiming, the four spirits of this heaven are actually another name for Qinglong, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Xuanwu.

Therefore, Feng Chong's name for this magic circle is also simple, it is called the "Four Elephant Array".

However, although this "four-elephant array" is as solid as a rock on all sides, it also has a fatal flaw, and it is empty.

The Charm had already discovered this.

But seeing that the poisonous Jiao suddenly dispersed back into smoke, it rose into the air, and re-converged and condensed above the magic circle.

Forthwith.

Like a meteor, hit your head down!

"Be careful!"

Zhang Yi threw Feng Chong out of the magic circle.

The charm has also rumbled to the ground, setting off a tide of insects, and is in hot pursuit.

At this critical juncture.

Feng Daoren's face quietly hooked up a smile.

The fish has finally taken the bait!

He changed the trick in his hand.

Drink to:

"Seal!"

Suddenly.

The already dim wall of light suddenly froze, blocking the chasing insect tide. At the same time, a light curtain was added to the top, forming a complete cube, trapping the charm firmly in it.

It was a deliberate sale of flaws, and a trick of inviting the gentleman into the urn was played.

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