It's not Tianshu Chong, it's not retreating, it's embarrassing to death.

As for the group of people who followed Cha Yixiu, more than half of them met in Pingshui, and they may have found a certain same topic for a while before they got together.

And the development of the plot deviated seriously from their plan, and one of them tried his best to think about it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reveal the identity of the other party: "Isn't that the night of the pit god's burial?"

"Hey! I've seen him play "Grassroots Rising". ”

"Okay, there's nothing to do here, let's go!"

Those who met in the water began to make excuses for themselves to retreat, and if they didn't retreat, they couldn't do it!

On one side of the special family is the eagle claw of the big power, and on the other side is the thunderous pit god in the south of the city, and no one can afford to provoke it.

Lang Libai didn't stop him, and his main focus now was on the funeral night.

To be honest, Tianshu's abrupt voice did bring him a lot of trouble, and it is not common to have this kind of confidence to face at this time, and the only concern is that he is afraid that the other party will also prepare a backhand.

Therefore, in terms of attack, Lang Libai changed his strategy, and instead of advancing with the whole army, he only sent twenty or thirty good men to attack tentatively.

Just when Tianshu thought that a bloody battle was about to begin, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Run!"

Tianshu stood in place, stunned, for about four or five seconds, before finally letting go of his remaining self-esteem and chasing in the direction of Funeral Night and the others.

And this product's ultra-high level of sprinting ability was also perfectly demonstrated in this situation, starting from surpassing a few medicine disciples and catching up to the position that was on par with the invincible Xiaoqiang.

"Awesome!"

The invincible Xiaoqiang held back for a long time, and finally praised him with these two words that he felt were the most suitable.

And the twenty or thirty good men sent by Lang Libai stood in place as if they had been struck by lightning, and finally spit out a sentence: "Malegobi's" before spreading their legs and chasing after them.

Lang Libai probably guessed that the other party might be singing an empty city plan, but for the sake of safety, he decided to stay still and take a look at the situation of the stormtroopers first.

However, after seven turns and eight turns, a group of people completely disappeared from view, which was determined by the dense forests and geographical conditions, and there was nothing supernatural at all.

That's right, how long did it take, the sound of fighting finally came, it seemed that the fight was very fierce, and at this time, Lang Libai didn't care about any ambush or not, and there was only one goal in his heart.

That is to hurry up and send them a free return ticket.

Just when Lang Libai was about to charge, the confrontation in front suddenly stopped, and then a burst of flute sounds, even Lang Libai, who didn't know much about music, thought it was very beautiful.

Lang Libai suddenly stopped, no! This feels a little weird, doesn't it?

Could it be that both sides of the opponent are more literary and artistic, and feel that bloodshed is not the best way to solve the problem, so they use the rhythm to determine the level?

Isn't this nonsense? On the night of the funeral, they don't know whether they are literary or not, but they still don't know what kind of urine they are?

To put it bluntly, it's a group of coarse people who only know how to solve problems by force, and you can't play it at all if you give him a pipa or something, okay?

In order to find out the root of the problem, Lang Libai began to pass on the book vigorously, but there were too many people, and most of them didn't know their names yet, which was embarrassing, let alone whether he had added friends.

"Quick, what's the situation with the book?"

Lang Libai's subordinates were not very scared at first, but they were stunned by the leader's stunned actions, and by the way, this tense atmosphere continued to increase, making Lang Libai's teeth ache, and he felt more and more scared.

On the other side of the mountain, Ren Wulang, Invincible Xiaoqiang and others were sitting leisurely watching the scenery and listening to music.

The people of the Hero Guild led by Tianshu were dumbfounded, and they held back for a long time before they spit out two words: "!"

Because the open space ten steps away was already surrounded by countless demon bats at this time, it looked like a pitch-black hill from a distance.

At first, the people in Langlibai were still a little loud, at least they had the ability to raise their knives to slash, but now they can't, they all unloaded their weapons and covered their ears tightly with their hands and groaned......

What is this operation for?

Tianshu only remembered the rumors on the rivers and lakes at this time, and suddenly understood that it was not groundless that the funeral night could control monsters.

When looking at the funeral night again, Tianshu's group was full of worship and fear, and they also remembered the words on the funeral night before: "I want to leave them all behind." ”

A single demon bat is really not good in terms of combat effectiveness, but the trouble caused by infrasound does exist, but it is not very prominent.

However, after the manipulation of Funeral Night, the situation has obviously changed, and he has integrated countless single infrasound waves into a super terrifying infrasound band after a series of choreography.

And this kind of integration is at least ten times more powerful than Cha Yixiu's encounter, if Cha Yixiu's feeling is unbearable, then now this group of masters who are surrounded by demon bats are loveless.

The two groups of people under the same forest have completely different feelings, the people on the funeral night feel peaceful and far-reaching, while the group of uninvited guests who try to appear as hunters feel like they are in a world of gongs and drums.

Every time a sound wave came, it felt like it could penetrate the heart, and the whole brain was almost blank except for the unspeakable murmur.

Now that everyone is trying to resist the infrasound waves from the inexplicable mutation of the demon bat, who is especially free to reply to your message?

On the other side, there was also an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere, because all the flying pigeon biography sent out was like a stone sinking into the sea, never to be returned.

"Boss, something is wrong! ”

"Shall we move on?"

The white teeth in the waves hurt even more, and there are more good people who bully people less, why can't they play with it when they get it into their own hands?

"It is rumored that Funeral Night has the ability to resist beasts, I don't know if it's true or not?"

When Lang Libai heard it, didn't he? blame himself for being too tall to see the grass roots, and he always scoffed at the so-called legend of the funeral night, and had no intention of paying attention to it.

This led to a mistake in judgment, and now it seems that the other party must have used this skill.

But...... Is the Demon Bat so powerful? Can this broken place be compared to the Five Poisons Sect Altar?

Lang Libai couldn't help but put this situation on the level of supernatural events, so that his behavior became more and more cautious, and there was even a hint of fear.

Everyone didn't break it, mainly because Lang Libai's usually calm appearance actually hides a devil's heart, and the punishment for his subordinates is quite neat.

"Did you beat him up after dying once?" someone whispered, because Lang Libai had fallen from the cultivation of the hero level to the level of the young hero, this step can be said to be a shock, and some people even saw Lang Libai quietly shed tears.

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