Everyone listened impatiently, and when they opened the grass, they were all shocked and stood on the spot inexplicably. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After Yan Feng stepped forward, he saw that a person had lost the skin on his face, and his hands and feet were nailed to the grass by several large cones. There was a bloody hole in his chest, grunting with blood, and he was long gone.

Wuchen bent over and squatted on the ground, his stomach twitching a little in fright.

"No, no, I can't stand it!" Wuchen muttered to himself, very frightened.

"Come out! Come out! If you have the ability to come out and fight with grandpa, come out!" Hui Song was also shocked by the tragic situation in front of him, and shouted hoarsely in anger, a little inwardly.

Wan Yan Feng quickly jumped up the mountain, and when he looked around, he saw two black moments that had penetrated into a piece of dust, and when the dust dispersed, there was no trace of it.

"Concentrate! Concentrate! Everyone don't run around!" Yan Feng shouted at the moment.

Everyone seemed to wake up in a dream, and they didn't dare to be careless anymore, so they hurriedly gathered together.

"There's something in the soil!" the dustless snail in the march screamed when he saw movement on the ground.

"Quick, quick, lure the people of the earth away! This is the art of earth escape!" Hui Song shouted urgently.

After Yan Feng turned his head to look, he saw two humanoid pangolins in the soil rushing towards him at a rapid pace, and immediately flew away, and thrust it hard, only to hear a "poof" sound right in the middle of the bulging body, and suddenly the squirming stopped, and gradually there was gooping blood.

Wan Yan Feng solemnly wiped the long sword and continued to give orders.

"Let's go, hurry up!"

The group turned over the bare hill and saw a small river opposite, there was a forest between the river and the mountain, and the red leaves in the forest had fallen seventy-seven-eighty-eight, but the branches were still dense.

After finishing Yan Feng's heart, he suddenly raised again, "Do you need to go to the forest to check first?"

"I'll go!" Wuchen hurriedly rushed into the forest.

Trampling on the fallen leaves on the ground, Wuchen carefully walked through the woods, and walked forward gently, and the "croaking" crow made Dao Xin nervous.

After walking about forty or fifty meters, I gradually became a little scared, and thought that I might as well go back and call them to go together. Just as he was hesitating, a black shadow on the tree above his head spread his wings like a roc and quietly fell down and stood behind him.

Wuchen was slightly aware, but it was already too late, as soon as he used the method of getting up, one arm was already caught, and when he turned around, he saw a man with a rough face and thick hair......

"Huh?" Hui Song frowned, his eyes wandered around, wondering in his heart, and muttered: "It's been half an hour since Wuchen went out, why haven't you come back yet, will something happen?"

"Shouldn't it?" Wan Yanfeng was also surprised, although he had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions, "Maybe I'm lost......"

"No!" Hui Song was still able to sit still at this time, hurriedly picked up the guy, and was about to run forward, and at this moment, an old farmer was shocked and stumbled back a few times: "Not good, not good!"

Wan Yan Feng and the others trembled in their hearts and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, what's wrong?"

Everyone was also curious, where did this old man come from.

"Hillside...... Dead and dead...... People ......" the old man couldn't write a sentence.

Everyone heard that something was faintly wrong in their hearts, and they all ran to the hillside and stood on the spot in horror and inexplicably, Hui Song was even more frightened and retreated one after another, and his voice trembled: "No ...... Dust...... You ......"

After Yan Feng looked at everything in front of him, he was also frightened, he died without dust, lying on the dirt slope on all fours. There was a bloody hole in his chest, grunting with blood, and he was long gone.

"Hahaha! A burly figure suddenly jumped down from the ancient tree on the side, this is a middle-aged man with a yellow face and a beard, wearing black clothes, with a wide waist and a strong body, lazily carrying a broadsword, blocking everyone, but his eyes are blindfolded.

Wan Yan Feng's heart jumped, and he was vigilant, from this yellow-faced man, he sensed a very terrifying aura, but subconsciously thought of who this person was.

"Shura"