Hua Shiwei said anxiously: "Luo Shao, if we don't perform our stunts, we will really be caught up in the Rakshasa storm!" Luo Qian said helplessly: "This is already the fastest speed." "But you're ...... on the Skylake Racing" Luo Qian shook his head, how to explain to her?

The black pillar of smoke behind him disappeared again, the speed of the eyeballs suddenly accelerated by a minute, a pillar of smoke caught up with the carriage, and everyone sensed a huge force to use, and in an instant, they were pulled into a void darkness, in the darkness, a terrible roar, and indescribable ghasts and resentful spirits attacked from all directions, Luo Qian released the candle dragon lamp, and said angrily in his heart: Even if you lose the race, Lao Tzu will not be so restrained and killed, grandpa has walked through the fierceness, and I am afraid that you will not succeed in this rakshasa storm!

There was a crackling sound outside the candle dragon lamp, dense like a machine gun. Luo Qian only saw a cluster of black shadows pretending to be deadly, and in just a moment, the diameter of the orange-red light shrank by two meters. Hua Shiwei didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly released her magic weapon and made it with Luo Qian. The remaining three people also used their own magical powers, and the original orange-red ball of light suddenly became colorful, which was very beautiful.

However, everyone was not in the mood to appreciate it, in such an environment, they couldn't even fight back, because the outside was full of enemies, boundless, which meant that their counterattack would not have any effect at all, it was better to save a little effort and support it for a while.

A huge black shadow struck, and with a "bang" it slammed into the ball of light, and the ball of light trembled violently by the thing, rolling on the ground a few times, and making everyone stumble. The Yin Yang Daoist was shocked and asked, "You, have you all seen it clearly?" Tian Shun'er said with a calm face: "Of course you can see it clearly!" It was a beast head the size of a small mountain. The beast they had encountered when they came, born like a pangolin, with a hard shell and sharp teeth and claws, was preying on a herd of fox-like creatures the size of elephants, and the prey was large enough, but compared to it, it was really the difference between a small flower cat and a Siberian tiger.

Such a giant beast was also vulnerable in the Rakshasa storm, and everyone couldn't help but feel gloomy. Not optimistic about their own prospects.

At this time, a group of people dressed in tattered armor. The ghost soldier holding the rotten knife suddenly appeared, and he screamed with his teeth and claws. The attack power of these ghost soldiers is surprisingly strong. Their number was far inferior to those unjust ghosts just now, but as soon as they slashed, the diameter of the ball of light plummeted, and soon it was only five meters in diameter, which could protect everyone.

"Everyone be careful!" Luo Qian shouted, his skills were shallow, and he could only rely on the defense of the candle dragon lantern. Everyone was yelled at by him, and they all aroused their last strength, and forced the diameter of the light ball outward by one meter.

There was a black cloud floating in the distance, Hua Shiwei frowned, and when she got closer, she could see it clearly. She couldn't help but breathe, and the black cloud was a group of ghost generals who were tall and large, riding ghost horses burning with ghost fire. These ghost soldiers are still so difficult to deal with. Not to mention those ghost generals, these ghost soldiers and ghosts will be in the Rakshasa storm, I don't know how many years of cultivation, very good, seeing that those ghost soldiers can't attack for a long time, the ghost generals led by the monster screamed, and those ghost soldiers immediately gave way to a passage. The ghost generals urged their horses to gallop wildly, wielding their weapons and stabbing at the ball of light together.

"Poof" The weapons of many ghost generals stabbed the ball of light almost at the same time, the diameter of the ball of light suddenly shrunk by half, and the Yin and Yang Dao people and Tian Shun'er who were standing outside screamed, and a puff of black smoke rose from the body exposed to the ball of light, and the smell of rancid smell came to the nose.

After the ghost generals struck a blow, they rode their horses back, and the light of the ball of light probed back a little, which was able to protect everyone. Tian Shun'er was better, although he was hit hard, the medicinal effect of the Great Dream Golden Divine Pill in his body had not yet dissipated, and his body was quickly recovering. The Yin Yang Dao people are much more miserable, the half of the body that has just been exposed to the Rakshasa storm has turned black, and it is rapidly **, and pieces of skin and flesh are peeling off with black water, and the pain makes him sweat coldly. He hurriedly took out the elixir in his arms with his other hand, and no matter what the elixir was, he stuffed it into his mouth when he touched it......

Luo Qian shouted: "Be careful!" The Yin Yang Dao people raised their heads suddenly, and after that group of ghost generals, I don't know when, a row of ghost archers appeared, hundreds of big bows, the bowstrings moved, the noise was like a torrential rain, and black lines were crossed, and the targets were all on the side of the Yin Yang Dao people.

A series of violent roars slashed half of the light ball on the side of the Yin-Yang Daoist, and the Yin-Yang Daoist was like the first plank on a broken raft to be washed into the rapids, and was swept away by the Rakshasa storm in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

The crowd did not have time to mourn him, because the group of ghosts rushed forward after the ghost soldiers had covered up and killed. Dealing with those endless ghosts, everyone's magic weapons may be useless, but in the face of these ghost generals, Luo Qian was not polite, and set up a heavy machine gun to strafe all the way. The ghost generals didn't expect the people in the ball of light to be able to fight back, and they were swept to more than a dozen when they landed. One by one, the explosive bullets exploded on the ghost general's body, lighting up like a star, and the ghost generals turned over and fell off their horses.

The old ** was happy, and hurriedly released his flying needle, and also shot down several ghost generals. It's just that his magic weapon was exposed to the Rakshasa storm, and it was quickly corroded by yin qi, and Lao Seventeen persevered for a while, and then coughed up a mouthful of black blood because the magic weapon was damaged. Luo Qian looked at it and hurriedly stopped Hua Shiwei, who was still about to make a move: "You support the defense with all your might, and leave the rest to me!"

Since Luo Qian boasted about Haikou, he simply took out two heavy machine guns, held one with one hand, and roared and fired fiercely outside. Tongues of fire spewed out, and in the dark environment outside the ball of light, patches of brilliant starlight lit up. The ghost generals were blocked by fire, and they couldn't get close for a while.

The ghost generals changed their strategy, and the remnants retreated, and the hundreds of ghost archers advanced forward, and with a lot of fire, Luo Qian was furious, pushing the heavy machine gun to the edge of the ball of light, and shooting at the group of ghost archers. Hua Shiwei shouted: "Come back, danger!"

Before her words could land, three columns of chariots suddenly appeared behind the ghost archers, and the chariots came quickly, with a thick baffle in front of them blocking Luo Qian's firepower, lined up in three rows, each row of five, and a phalanx superlight ball collided with it. Behind the chariot, a huge black shadow faintly appeared, and those ghost soldiers and ghost generals were extremely respectful to the black shadow the size of a small mountain.

The chariot galloped up, and with a bang, the ball of light was completely shattered, and Luo Qian flew everywhere like shrapnel, and he didn't know where he flew. At this time, he was no longer able to take care of others, but fortunately, the candle dragon lamp and the blue light broke to protect him at the last moment, Luo Qian's hand was empty, the heavy machine gun was gone, and his body flew high, and the bumps seemed to be on the cusp of the storm.

After a few flips, he finally saw clearly that he happened to land at the feet of the huge black shadow, which had a few wings like a peacock opening the screen, neatly arranged behind him, and on each tail feather, there was a pair of deep black eyes, and countless eyes stared at Luo Qian without blinking. When Luo Qian saw such a terrifying monster, he suddenly thought in his heart: No wonder this Rakshasa storm can destroy those behemoths of demons, it seems that they are all done by this kind of ghosts. He knew that he was really going to die this time, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to be reborn if he died in the wilderness of Liuru, so his heart was still full of fear, as dark as this rakshasa storm.

The huge black shadow leaned down, presenting a face in front of Luo Qian that would definitely make people have nightmares, black gas, a burst of ** stench came, and a few drops of black liquid fell beside Luo Qian, he clenched his fists, and he was not sure in his heart, whether he could smash this ugly face with one punch.

"Die!" he shouted violently, and his fist shot into the sky, and the golden light was so bright that even in the endless darkness, it could flicker like a meteor for a moment.

The punch of "Boom ......" hit the target, and the black shadow didn't expect someone to be able to deliver such a strong blow in this situation, the ugly face was blown to pieces by him, and the huge body staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground with a bang, unable to get up for a long time.

Luo Qian performed his most pressing trick, then pulled out the sand eagle and aimed it at his temple: "***, even if you die, you can't die in your hands." "The last bullet is reserved for myself, but it tastes like a battlefield warrior. Luo Qian grinned at the other huge black shadows approaching him head-on, and slowly pulled the trigger......

"My Buddha is compassionate!" A strong Buddha horn came from nowhere, and a Buddha light suddenly lit up in the darkness, but the soft Buddha light happened to be the nemesis of this ferocious Rakshasa storm, and the yin creatures in the Rakshasa storm were most afraid of this Buddha light. With the light of the Buddha, those powerful black shadows were a little hesitant, as the light of the Buddha became stronger and stronger, the sound of chanting came, the black shadows finally retreated, and the Rakshasa storm slowly retreated with their retreat, and the light resurfaced in front of Luo Qian's eyes, but he cursed in his heart: "***, why don't you come earlier, I like to learn from the Americans, and I want to appear at the last moment, what savior do I play......"

A piece of golden light fell, opened a palace door, and bald heads reflecting the light came out of the palace gate. The monk at the head was kind and kind-eyed, and he was not slow: "Donor." Luo Qian struggled to get up, and when he looked around, the Rakshasa storm had receded, and Hua Shiwei and Lao Seventeen were lying about two hundred feet away, and they had fainted. Tian Shun'er was being held by a powerful warrior monk, and hurried over, but the whereabouts of the Yin and Yang Dao people were unknown.

There were unknown monster corpses scattered all over the ground, and Luo Qian couldn't help but smile: those powerful monsters, they were not opponents, but the Rakshasa Storm slaughtered them easily, and they stayed to cheapen Luo Qian.

The monks saw that although Luo Qian experienced a life-and-death disaster, he was still able to smile calmly, and they couldn't help nodding secretly in their hearts, and said in the heart of the old monk: This benefactor is related to my Buddha...