As soon as the wind pressure passed, the snow flakes that were saturated with water vapor fell not much slower than the wind pressure.

It was the occlusion of this moment, but it vaguely revealed the figure of Wei Ye under the bombardment of the beam.

The immortal warlock still maintains a half-squatting and half-kneeling posture, just like this, if that girder is smashed, it will smash his head and crack the white jade, and the flesh will be broken and the peach blossoms will fly, there will be absolutely no problem.

However, in front of him, someone held the head of the girder with both hands, standing steadily.

This person is Li Wenhou.

In the original history, Li Wenhou, who was supposed to be held hostage by the rebellious Qiang army and became one of the leaders of the rebels. Finally, at the turning point when the Xiliang rebels were transformed into a warlord force in the late Han Dynasty, this Han army Sima was conspired by Han Sui and Ma Teng and withdrew from the stage of history.

Well, that's true in history.

But Wei Ye half-raised his head at the moment, and his gaze shifted from Li Wenhou's broad back to his hands supporting Liangtou. The green tendons on the hands burst out, the nails were as sharp as knives, and they were cut into the beams, and countless black hairs sprung up on the backs of their hands like mushrooms after a rain.

Such obvious beast characteristics, as well as that extraordinarily distinct demonic aura, made the immortal warlock couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

But if you think about it carefully, since there are a lot of spellcasters mixed in the upstarts in the Han officialdom, it doesn't seem to be uncommon for there to be a big demon who is an officer in the army of the remote states and counties in the west.

Sima Ling's channel contact was connected with Wei Ye again.

The immortal warlock listened to those paragraphs that pinched his head and tail, his expression still looked extremely relaxed, so he looked up at Li Wenhou's back, and smiled slightly mockingly: "Standing outside the city and watching the wind in the middle of the night, you finally chose a buyer?"

Li Wenhou never looked back, but replied in a deep voice: "I only hope that your officials will reward the brothers with a serious background." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it almost meant refuge.

Wei Ye was not polite, he stood up directly, and pointed Tao Qianjin forward: "It's not easy to have a serious background? As long as you dare to fight forward, fame and wealth are waiting for you to get it!"

Before the end of the sentence, Wei Ye had already urged the wind tiger to escape, and he slid backwards like a fish, and the sword blade beheaded several zombies in a row: "Suppress these monsters, your Han army is a righteous servant, and this official is the master of the main army of the division!"

If you want to talk about the method of escape, Wei Ye's beginner Feng Hu Dun is really not as good as this Li Daxiong's elusive kung fu, but it is very suitable to save his life at this moment. At the same time as this slip and retreat, Wei Ye had already unfurled the Shuifu Xingbo Flag, and in the blazing fire, Dongyang stood up from the fire and turned into thousands of cups-sized beads of fire, smashing down towards this zombie troll!

In the face of such a small-scale meteor shower, the corpse monster was not afraid at all, but raised its arms to protect its head and face, completely ignoring the fact that its corpses were scorched black by the fire of Dongyang.

However, Wei Ye turned the order flag, and the formation urged again, and the fire beads were circulating, but they turned into the fundamental talisman of the Dongyang Sword Zhu, and the fire talisman was like a living thing, climbing to the whole body of the troll.

The fire scorched the body, the talisman sealed the evil, and the operation of the formation, giving birth to a mysterious power, and the movements of the troll seemed a little sluggish for a while.

Wei Ye didn't care about appreciating his results, and muttered, "This formation has just been developed, and the changes are a little small, forgive me." So he bypassed the troll and ran towards the Great Chapel.

Li Daxiong didn't dare to slack off, and followed Wei Ye to chase after him: "Engaged?"

"There's something strange about that monster, and you can't beat it hard! Although I don't know which bastard bastard invited this evil god to descend to the saint, but asking the god to send the god is nothing more than those few things - beheading the god stick that invited the god, and tearing down the altar of the god, I see that the incarnation of the divine power of this evil god has lost its roots, and how can it be tricked in front of the official!"

Wei Ye's mouth was relaxed, but he was somewhat sure of this plan, and he himself was not sure. Now it's a dead horse as a live horse doctor, a gamble, if you guess correctly, put down the rebellion and corpse mutiny in this half of the city, and spread it out later, there will be no more constraints.

If you don't guess correctly, the big deal is to fight to the death here, and then go back to the gate of the astral plane to have physical repair surgery, clean up and make a comeback.

But it's for the sake of these subordinates around him who have finally brushed up on their prestige, and this time they have to guess correctly. In this way, the swallow brushes up on the prestige and invites the hearts of the people, and these military horses that have just arrived cannot be lost no matter what!

The immortal warlock gritted his teeth, urged the Wind Tiger Escape Trick to the extreme, and rushed forward, only a few hundred steps in front of him was the main gate of the Great Worship Temple. At this point, as long as you grit your teeth and sprint, you can enter inside, tear down the altar and smash the temple, how can you destroy this rudimentary divine land, and even make this incomplete divine land finish.

But just when Wei Ye was still dozens of steps away from the Great Worship Temple, a sound of a huge object breaking through the air swept over the head of the immortal warlock!

An alarm instinctively rose in his heart, and the immortal warlock turned around and stopped his steps, only to see a mountain of corpses falling from the sky in front of him!

At the same time as the mountain of corpses fell, the huge earthquake that seemed to be like a meteorite falling to the ground shook the road for a while, almost making people unable to stand. Wei Ye's body was short, and he stabbed the peach daughter into the road, so that he was not knocked to the ground by this shock.

In front of him, there was a pile of corpse-green corpses, those zombies that had long been scattered to the point that they didn't even have a body, and they wriggled like barnacles gathered on the reef.

But soon, this pile of scattered zombies with only the corpse heart still intact, as if the parts were being pulled by a strong magnet, suddenly rose into the air! Connective tissue and tendons were born between the corpses, and these corpses were assembled very quickly, and the bones and muscles bit each other in an orderly manner, forming a zombie monster that was taller than just now.

Where the troll's head could barely be counted, a pale, thin old man stepped out of the fascia-covered round skull. As the fascia opens and closes automatically, the smell of rotting flesh comes out.

The fairy warlock held his sword and stared at the big Imar with a pleasant and even frivolous expression.

No, behind the old man Iben, there is a faint backlight like green fire, which is the unique appearance of the divine light of the superior earth god, as for the soul of the old man Iben, I am afraid that it has already become the first bait to be enjoyed by this evil god when he is possessed.

The evil god who occupied the body of the Great Imar of Blackwater City praised in a tone that seemed to be picking fat and thin in a butcher's shop: "Cultivators with profound mana, and great demons with profound cultivation, how long has it been since we have eaten such high-quality goods?"

In response to him, Wei Ye replied unceremoniously: "That's if you are delusional, Helan Gong's fierce god in disguise, the corpse of the carrion and the god of plague, Lin Jun." ”