If the previous repression was only a prelude to a storm, then the appearance of the golden beetle and the giant frog was a storm.

Ximen Shuai opened his mouth, as if he was overly frightened, and as if he was overly surprised.

Damn, this is a high-risk species!

In other trial areas, they are all boss-level existences, and it is rare to encounter them with lanterns.

When I encountered this before, I had to be excited, because BOSS represents experience points, equipment, and wealth!

But now Ximen Shuai can't be happy, there are two ends right now, God knows how many are behind?

Ximen Shuai even suspected that this could be a BOSS concentration camp.

No wonder Wan Shaoyun didn't unfold his suspicions, no wonder the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect trembled, it turned out that they had already sensed it.

I'm still instigating others like a fool, isn't it ridiculous?

Ximen Shuai looked up at the arrogant silver wolf on the col again, it had no coercion or murderous aura, but it gave people a bad feeling, more terrible than a giant frog, and more terrifying than a golden beetle.

Because Wan Shaoyun's gaze has always been focused on it.

Embattled, the grass and trees are all soldiers, talking about the current scene.

Ximen Shuai didn't dare to desert anymore, Wan Shaoyun moved a step, he followed the move, only by getting close to him, his heart was steady, and he was at ease!

"Could it be...... Could it be that this is the sound of the Wansheng Sect's Imperial Beast Demon?" the old woman turned to look at the funeral night that was playing the tune, her eyes becoming more and more confused and surprised.

I can't understand this acting sect leader at all, and it looks quite unreliable at first glance.

Unstable, no courage, small-minded, and a little cheap.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it is very different from the previous masters of the Five Poisons Sect.

The image is not great enough, the spirit is not strong enough, the mind is not broad enough, and the work is not stable enough.

Anyway, there is no human form.

But he is always creating miracles, always making the impossible possible, just like fishing before, just like the flute now.

"Yes, doesn't the funeral night have the ability to resist beasts?" Ximen Shuai suddenly realized, there is also this scene in "The Rise of the Grassroots".

But at that time, Ximen Shuai was not worried, he was confident that his cultivation could crush everything, he wanted to leave, and those giant beasts couldn't stay.

But now it's different, and it's probably all bosses around.

What a painful awakening it is! so desperate that you don't have any hope at all.

"Hahaha! You did surprise me, but that's all...... Still not enough!"

Wan Shaoyun, who had been silent, finally spoke up, echoing in everyone's ears like thunder.

His eyes kept staring in the direction of the Burial Night, but he didn't see the Funeral Night himself, because his vision was obscured by the remnants of the Five Poisons Sect.

But he believed that he could be heard on the night of the funeral, and that was enough!

The previous self-confidence and contempt were regained by him, which was pressure on Funeral Night and others, but it was reassuring for Ximen Shuai.

"Master Wan, the accounts of the Five Poison Sect and your Iron Sword Sect should also be settled today!"

The old woman shook the poisonous dragon whip and made a crackling sound, which was soul-stirring.

The remnants of the Five Poison Sect also showed their blades, each of them shining green, obviously smeared with poison.

But Master Wan didn't care, this thing might be amazingly lethal to others, but it was useless to him.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

With a wave of the long sword of Master Wan, the sword gang swept, and the skeletons around the funeral night and the others gurgled, and then one after another shocking cracks opened, and finally exploded into bone dust with a bang.

Silence, silent silence!

It feels like sitting on a giant mountain in everyone's heart.

Click!

In front of the two gangs, the trees fell one after another, and the incision was flat and smooth, as if it had been polished.

The old woman whipped her long whip and deflected the incoming trees and fell in the other direction.

With just one sword, which one is stronger and which is weaker is already in front of him, not to mention that Tang Shishi is still in a coma, even in his heyday, there is no hope on the side of the Five Poisons Sect.

"The old sect leader, the old student is incompetent, and he can't assist the acting sect leader to revive the glory of the Five Poisons Sect. The old woman let out a long roar, and the poisonous whip was dispatched, rushing directly towards Wan Shaoyun.

"Kill!"

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect sacrificed their lives and forgot about death and moved forward bravely.

A battle officially began, blood stained the earth, and corpses sank into the loess.

The big monk and Sakura were on the left and right, guarding the funeral night and Tang Shishi's left and right, the maid was holding Tang Shishi, and her tears were flowing.

The sound of the flute is still the same, but the person who plays the flute is no longer the same as before.

His face was pale, his body was shaking, his brows were constricted, as if he was in pain, but he never opened his eyes on the night of the funeral.

Sakurako also noticed that blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth on the night of the burial, and it was submerged into the bone flute along the flute hole.

That picture feels like the funeral night is not holding a bone flute, but a bloodthirsty leech, which is the picture of Sakura's brain.

The great monk shook his head, went out again and began to curse with skulls and bone beads, looking very formal and grand.

Sakurako wanted to laugh, but found that she couldn't.

She wanted to cry too, but she couldn't find a suitable reason.

Not because of the fear of death, but because of a feeling that even she couldn't explain.

At the moment of crisis, the funeral night was silent, secretly exerting force, and even feeding the flute with blood.

He is careful, he is shameless and lewd, he always likes to pit people, and he is also horny.

But he also has a gentle side, what he thinks of at the moment of crisis is not to run by himself, but to flee by his hand, no matter how fierce and ruthless the enemy is, he does not give up.

Tang Shishi was seriously injured, and his life and death were unknown, but he was able to risk himself, came here to fish for leeches, alchemy, and made a delicious roast pork for everyone.

Aside from her appearance, Sakurako found that she really liked the actions of the funeral night, a little ruffian, a little stingy, cold outside, kind inside, and very exciting.

The great monk was originally an outsider, he could have stayed out of the matter, he could have escaped.

But he didn't, even if he knew that he was not an opponent, he would take out his skull and bone beads to scold people, and fight in another way.

The old woman likes to slip around and shoot horses, but you can't deny her loyalty, and you can't deny her heart's yearning for hope.

What she cherishes is not her personal life, but the future of the Five Poisons Sect.

On the other hand, she is a pathetic person who has been thoroughly brainwashed.

Tears flowed from the corners of Sakurako's eyes, but there was no sound, and her eyes kept staring ahead, staring at the enemy.

She likes this atmosphere, an atmosphere of feelings, whether happy or painful, at least bear it together and face it together.

There are no unscrupulous interests, no conspiracy, no deceit, just a little bit of supporting each other, relying on each other, and then working hard to survive.

Sou!

The golden snake sword was unsheathed, the sword aura was like a python, and a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect was stopped and cut off.

Burst!

The great monk slapped out with a palm, smashing the enemy's chest, and did not chant the Buddha's name, because he was about to kill!

(End of chapter)