One-step.

Two steps.

The thick smell of blood flooded the mouth and nose

The hand was tightening towards the neck.

Meng Xiwen took a few steps back, barely retreated, and quickly opened the umbrella.

The man was caught off guard, and the little girl who got it suddenly flew away.

I lost my mind for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, so I hurriedly used the escape technique, wanting to escape.

Only then did I realize that the ground was full of thorns and grass, and my legs were trapped in it.

At this time, the evil cultivator didn't care about hiding, and twisted up the fireball technique, burning the thorns that kept entangled.

But it's not that simple.

Meng Xiwen just pretended to be flustered, and had already attached all the thorn grass seeds to the umbrella surface, and sprinkled the attached grass seeds nearby by waving them.

For a while, really, the wildfire burned inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blew and reborn.

Over there, Meng Xiwen was not easy.

The Ecstasy Umbrella needs to be opened near the opponent, but it will take some time for it to really work.

Meng Xiwen held the umbrella in his hand tightly and looked at the thorns that were burning less and less.

I just want time to be a little faster, a little faster.

Hurry up with the umbrellas, come over with real people.

The evil cultivators swept away, and the thorns that continued to grow, and they noticed that a maze array was gradually rising nearby.

His eyes were condensed, and not far away, Meng Xiwen turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The man condensed a fireball and threw it at the umbrella.

"Ahh

After all, the Ecstasy Umbrella is a magic weapon, and the fireball can't hurt it in the slightest.

The moment the flame landed on the surface of the umbrella, it was immediately annihilated.

It's just a huge impact that travels from the surface to the bone.

The Ecstasy Umbrella is almost impossible to hold.

Meng Xiwen gritted his teeth and grabbed it, and the whole person was knocked away by the impact force that came over, and then fell heavily.

Hurt.

Meng Xiwen turned over and ran back quickly, a little closer.

It's just a little bit closer, and the Ecstasy Array will be completed.

Carrying a big umbrella, Meng Xiwen had only one goal in mind.

The evil cultivator knew that he had been ambushed, and he just wanted to get out as soon as possible, and he didn't care about hiding the movements, and the spells in his hands were one after another.

Meng Xi heard that he relied on the defensive and speeding talisman on his body, and did not dodge, and rushed straight forward.

The clothes on his body were torn by the wind blade and scorched by the fireballs, and they were already in tatters.

It's coming.

Meng Xiwen opened the umbrella in his hand, and the umbrella was facing the evil cultivator.

Syllable!

The Ecstasy Umbrella is beginning to repair the Ecstasy Array, and it is about to take shape!

However, the open umbrella surface increases the area that can withstand the attack.

Meng Xiwen looked at the spells that kept flying, and had to start dodging left and right.

The attack on the body can also rely on magic weapons and talismans to resist a resistance.

But when it hits the umbrella surface, a huge impact is transmitted to the body, and it can only be knocked away.

Meng Xiwen held the umbrella in his hand and turned it around to the right a few times.

Pieces of wind blades exploded around him, and they were narrowly avoided.

Meng Xiwen ignored the pain swept away by the aftermath, and stared closely at the position of the evil cultivator.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Please, hurry up!

The thorn grass couldn't restrain the movements of the evil cultivator.

Several attacks were dodged, and the evil cultivator couldn't help but get angry.

Suddenly, towards the thorns under his feet, a sea of fire was waved.

The vigorous grass seed has long been unable to sustain, and only a few branches are struggling upward.

The thin vines desperately wrapped around their feet, but in the end it was to no avail.

A little mortal, relying on some treasures, does not know the height of the sky.

The evil cultivator snorted coldly, raised his foot and pulled off the remaining thorns, and attacked this side.

The fierce murderous aura hit him head-on.

Meng Xi couldn't help but feel weak when he heard this, and hurriedly threw out all the talismans on his body, and hurriedly retreated.

For a moment, red, green, white, all kinds of spiritual light flashed, and the figure of the evil cultivator was hidden in the light.

Meng Xiwen pinched the ecstasy umbrella hard.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Just a little, a little!

Boom.

The effect of the talisman had not yet dissipated, and the laughter of the evil cultivator had already revealed from the light and shadow.

Bullying the body, regardless of the injuries on his body, the evil cultivator grabbed Meng Xiwen's neck.

"Ahh

Meng Xiwen's scream was pinched in his throat before it could be heard.

When he really arrived in front of him, he had exhausted all kinds of means, and Meng Xiwen knew how powerless he was in the face of the absolute power gap.

Suffocate.

Impotence.

Meng Xiwen's face flushed, and the ecstasy umbrella in his hand was weak to support it, and it fell to the ground.

Hold on, you can live.

Real people, what, don't come yet, don't come yet!

"I took a few magic weapons, and I thought I was the best in the world? Awesome, why can't I? I don't kill you, I'm sorry for these injuries I suffered!"

Meng Xiwen's eyes turned black for a while, and the distorted face in front of him became more and more hideous.

Meng Xiwen felt that she could feel the shape of the finger bones that were gradually tightening.

What about Wen Yuan's real person's talisman seal?!

"Ahh

The evil cultivator screamed miserably, and suddenly let go.

Meng Xiwen fell to the ground, and the frenzied rush of oxygen drove her to flee.

The weakness of the lack of oxygen all the time dragged her to the spot.

The sound of the wind behind him has come in an instant.

Meng Xiwen stretched out his hand and crawled outside.

A little farther away, a little farther away.

The expected attack did not arrive.

"Give me back!"

The sharp screams were terrifying, and Meng Xiwen turned his head with difficulty.

The old woman who fell to the ground didn't know how to struggle, and threw herself on the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator looked at the old man who rushed over, and didn't pay attention to it, and waved his hand casually.

"Hello!"

The old woman's cry became more and more terrible, and she did not let go even after receiving a blow.

The attack of the old woman at her feet was not worth mentioning, and the evil cultivator kicked a few times, but he didn't even shake it off.

The evil cultivator raised his hand and struck it down.

"Hello, let's go!"

The old woman used all her strength to let out a final cry.

Syllable!

The umbrella in Meng Xiwen's hand fell to the ground.

The umbrella, which had just struggled to retrieve, rolled a few times on the ground and flew into the sky.

The old woman and the cultivator in front of her were no longer visible.

In the chaotic courtyard, a shaky spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared.

What about people!

What about people!

Meng Xiwen wiped the haze from his eyes and stumbled outside.

Over here!

Meng Xiwen opened the alarm in front of a house.

A cluster of fireworks rose into the sky from within, snapping, and lit up the dark night sky.

Next.

Meng Xiwen turned around and put it away.

Two families.

Three.

Not enough, not enough.

What about people!

What about people!

Why haven't you come yet!

Clusters of fireworks rose into the sky, and clusters were extinguished.

Like a meteor streaked across the sky, it walked towards the village.

Not enough, not enough.

Meng Xiwen was covered in scars, walked through the unfamiliar village, and sounded the alarm one by one.

Bang!

Bump into a pedestrian.

Meng Xiwen got up from the ground and walked towards the alarm in front of him, "Come on, come on." ”

"Enough, enough. ”

Meng Xiwen felt that someone was pulling him.

Not enough, not enough.

The real people haven't come here yet.

"Here, the real person has come, here. ”

Meng Xiwen found that he seemed to be being held and had no way to break free.

Are you coming?

Are the real people coming?

The faith that held the spirit suddenly disappeared.

Tiredness came in waves.

Meng Xiwen gradually lost consciousness.

Why.

Why is it so late!