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Li Changan was very annoyed.

It's not that I'm worried about the safety of Luo Yuqing and others.

In fact, the living corpses "born" by these "giant insects" are just ordinary goods, and they can drag Li Changan down, but they take advantage of surprise. Even if Li Changan didn't turn around to help, he could easily send it away with a few dragon figures.

However, in this way, it is inevitable that the process of the ritual will be interrupted and the time will be delayed somewhat. And in this race against time, every little delay means that there will be one more person in front of you.

Therefore, when Li Changan killed the living corpses that pounced on him one by one, and stepped over the slightly fragmented corpses on the ground with cold eyes, he had to turn around and apologize.

As soon as he turned around, he was a little surprised.

The imaginary scene of the Dharma platform being disturbed or even chicken feathers in one place does not appear.

On the platform, Luo Yuqing was still chanting spells, and everyone under the platform was orderly under the command of Long Tu and other Taoist priests, just like before. It's just that there are more lodging rotting corpses on the ground, and there is one more golden armor general on the stage.

This general has a white face and beard, thin eyes and long eyebrows, holding a double mace, gold armor and red robes.

He...... No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "He."

He floated in the light smoke, his body was between the virtual and the real, his body was hazy, and the streamers behind his collar were like the wind.

If the Taoist priest has realized: Xishi Daoist mentioned it earlier, saying that Luo Yuqing has the support of a god by his side, could it be this one?

Sure enough.

“...... Sweep away the wind to welcome the emperor, and support the law to save the good people. I have a hope to come today, and I give Leviga a blessing. ”

Sing a mouthful of prayer.

Luo Lao Dao suddenly jumped up and wanted to pull the shirt of the god general, and the god general seemed to have been prepared, and flew to the top of the old road's head lightly, leaving the old man angry and scolding:

"Okay, you Cao Shoutan, eat incense, don't do business!"

Cao Shen's face was cold, and he ignored him completely.

The old man didn't give up: "Let me ask you, that day in Juzhou City, the old man was doused with boiling water by that junior, why didn't you come out?"

Li Changan paused, quite embarrassed. He thought that this god would still not answer, but who knew that he raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Are you dead?"

Luo Daoshi's old face turned into a pig's liver: "Then in the Netherworld, I almost made flower fertilizer, why don't you show up?!"

God twitched the corners of his mouth, or a sentence.

"Are you dead?"

The old man jumped to his feet in anger.

"In that case, why did you pop up again at this time?!"

God will not be in a hurry.

"Because you're going to die. ”

"Bah! you're going to die...... Lao Dao scolded without thinking, but slapped his head again, "Alas! I'm confused, it's not time to worry about you." ”

"Longtu, Xishi, and that junior......"

He turned around and named several Zhengyi soldiers and Li Changan in the audience.

"Although this guy is a bastard immortal and will not interfere with the blessings and misfortunes of the world, it is still useful to support a law, so you hurriedly stepped forward to help General Lu. ”

"However, this altar is ......" Xishi hesitated a little.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Luo Yuqing waved his hand.

"The most complicated ritual of 'inviting God' has been completed, and the rest of the steps are left to one person to guide you. Besides......"

His expression became very serious.

"If you don't come forward to help, I'm afraid the front won't be able to support it. ”

Hearing this, several people turned their heads to look, but saw more and more special living corpses joining the battlefield, almost shattering the defense line. In particular, several bodies that are shaped like giant wolves are wreaking havoc, and they are suspected to be "fierce" monsters.

Li Changan nodded.

Turning back and stepping forward to join the battle.

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

"Five Emperors and Five Dragons, Descending Light and Traveling ......"

The fierce battle does not know the time.

I don't know when a strong wind blew up, kicking up smoke and dust, and blowing away the chanting of the old way behind him, almost inaudible. I could barely see him on the stage with his hair like a madman, but I didn't know when the thunder would come.

Li Changan silently withdrew his gaze and refocused on the battle situation in front of him.

Although the addition of a few people is an injection of fresh combat power, the front is still irretrievably thinner and thinner, and there are naturally more and more corpses on the ground.

"Click. ”

Another fence was overwhelmed and collapsed.

Piles of living corpses swarmed in, and more than a dozen soldiers in front of them hurriedly handed out their weapons, but in the blink of an eye, they were thrown to the ground by living corpses who didn't care about life and death, and the defense line was opened again.

A general shouted to the back row to keep up, to block the opening, but a figure flashed in front of him, and a Taoist robe had already come out of the crowd.

Li Changan rushed, shortened, and rolled, flashing and moving in the fighting array, and the sword light in his hand flowed endlessly.

The tide of corpses surging up from the gap suddenly eased, and let him rush into the corpse group, and rescued a few remaining soldiers from under the mouth of the living corpse, and in an instant, the corpse tide became more and more ferocious, and the Taoist priest did not dare to stay, so he wanted to turn back and retreat into the formation. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a living corpse with long arms like knives emerge and cut down several soldiers he had risked to save from pieces.

The Taoist priest exhaled turbid breath and silently took out a charm to behead him to death.

At this time, the tide of corpses came again, and the Taoist priest only took two steps back, and a cluster of guns poked out, knocking the living corpse into a bloody blur.

The soldiers in the back row finally formed up and came up to fight.

In the battle array, Li Changan silently gathered his strength.

He looked up a little: under the banner of the Chinese army, the veteran stood like a pine; in the distance, Long Tu's sword was pasted with a charm on it, and he was holding the magic in his hand and reciting words; in a farther place, it was obscured by smoke and dust, and it was vague and unreal. Only the sound of shouting and screaming filled the ears, and even the howling of the wind could not be mortgaged.

And ahead, there is still a steady stream of living corpses. Seeing this, Li Changan inevitably remembered the flying sword given to him by Yan Xinglie, if there was this sword, it would definitely be able to delay the decline of the battle. But unfortunately, that sword is just an unfinished sword embryo after all, and it was used in the mountains a few days ago, and now it is still cultivating sword qi, and it is unbearable to use for the time being.

I'm thinking about it.

Another giant living corpse appeared in front of the battle array.

Li Changan's eyes lit up and he rubbed his body up.

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

"Widely spread and moistened, assisted by Lei Gong'......"

I don't know when, the torrential rain poured down, pressed down the smoke and dust, and kneaded the blood and mud on the ground.

The front is shaky.

A living corpse had penetrated the defense line and was about to rush in the direction of the Fatai, but a government soldier flew over and rolled down with the living corpse, even if the chewed neck was dead, he never let go, just waiting for his companion to pull out his hand, seven or eight long grass stabbed down, and the corpse with the robe Ze stabbed the living corpse into the mud.

And under this ten-step Dharma platform, the corpses are in disarray, and the gods will hold double maces, standing in the blood.

Under the banner of the Chinese army, where the fighting was most tragic, the corpse had become a low wall, and the veteran general led the tooth soldiers to slash and kill, as for the military leader, he had already died in battle.

Li Changan saw all this, but he couldn't do anything about it, all because ...... He gasped heavily, not bothering to swallow the rain, blood, and the smell of corpses into his chest, just staring coldly and vigilantly around him.

The surroundings were a little empty, and there were only eight living corpses around them.

But it was these eight living corpses, all shaped like giant wolves, their fine scales glowing with cold light under the rain, and although the clothes on their bodies were tattered and muddy, they could vaguely be seen to be extremely luxurious splendid robes, and some of them still had tattered hats around their necks, which were barely recognizable as Pilu crowns.

Oh, the specialty of the Thousand Buddha Temple: the flesh Buddha, and it is still the flesh Buddha turned into a corpse.

The Taoist priest silently touched the talisman bag on his waist, which contained a spell from Zhengyi.

However.

Empty.

I've run out of it. Like mana and physical strength, it has been exhausted by the fierce fighting.

The Taoist priest bared his teeth, looked at the corpses that pounced on him together, the long sword shook, and a sword groan shook out in the wind and rain.

"Come on!"

In an instant.

Taoist priests and corpses, swords and minions, will decide life and death.

Suddenly.

Above the firmament, among the thunderclouds, there seemed to be something formless and substantial, vast as the ocean, and heavy as a mountain.

Straight pressed, the wind swallowed, the torrential rain closed its breath, the soldiers were blank and put away the fight, the surging corpse tide stopped surging, and even the corpse beside the Taoist priest crawled to the ground like a dog with a whimper.

"Thunderbolt. ”

There were some small and strange voices on his body, and the Taoist priest subconsciously looked down, but saw clusters of "burrs" on the surface of his clothes, and from time to time, there were some very light and faint static electricity.

"What is this?"

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap, as if he was holding a hammer and slamming it into the eardrum.

Followed by.

Brilliant white light filled the eyes.