Xiaoxiao had already given up his advantageous position and tried to lean towards himself. Seeing Yunyun's concerned gaze, he still gave him a sweet smile, but there was a thick reluctance in his eyes.

A pill was shoved into her mouth. Yun knew that it was a poison, and it was highly poisonous. As long as you bite through the wax pill on the surface, the juice inside will kill an adult in a few breaths. Tiny will not be a prisoner.

After several efforts, after paying the price of five new wounds, Yun and Xiaoxiao finally met together. And the attacks from all sides also stopped for the time being. There are only more than 20 people who still have combat effectiveness under the empty men, and more than half of the people who have been killed or injured can't help but feel a little chilly.

Everyone knew that at this moment, these two young men were ready to make a last effort, and at this time, they would be attacked by them if they rushed forward. In the case that the overall situation has been decided, no one wants to be unlucky to be pulled on the back by two mortal people.

Taking advantage of this short respite, Xiao Xiao gently wiped the blood stains off Yunyun's face with her cuffs, and Yunyun also helped her tidy up some messy clothes.

"Are you afraid?" asked Yun.

"I'm not afraid to have you by my side!" the little smile was still so sweet.

Hehe, Yun laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I'm afraid of death! Since the moment I stepped into the rivers and lakes, I've been running away for my life, and I guess I can't escape this time! It's a pity that I've been burdened by you!"

"Then this time we will be brave once! Be a hero once! With me by your side, maybe you will find that death is not terrible. ”

"Okay!" Yun couldn't help but be arrogant: "You and I will not be alone on the Huangquan Road!"

After speaking, Yun Yun stopped his gaze on the monk Kongjing: "I'm sorry master, it seems that I can't fulfill my promise to you!" and then glanced at the monks present: "Maybe one day you will find that instead of living for a long time, it is better to die vigorously!"

The monks bowed their heads guiltily, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"That's good!" The old monk Kongjing's somewhat scattered gaze refocused: "Until now, I understand that it is our cowardice that has fueled the arrogance of the empty stream over the years. Our inaction has long since become an accomplice to the wicked. The little benefactor is right, it is not terrible for people to die. What is terrible is that the heart is dead, and it lives like a walking corpse! The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" Master! I am ashamed of your teachings! You have done all your evil deeds, and one day you will fall into the hell of Ah Bi and never be able to be reborn! Little donor, the old man is one step ahead. After saying that, his rickety body straightened up instantly, and he grabbed his empty hand and sent the dagger into his chest.

When a mouthful of blood sprayed on the empty face, the old monk's eyes finally lost their sparkle.

"Senior brother!" a roar, a monk rushed up and was instantly knocked down.

But when the second and third more monks rushed up, the scene was finally no longer under the control of the air.

The monks who were inspired to blood vented their anger with punches, kicks, and even gnawed their teeth.

Sora and his twenty or so men were caught off guard by the sudden outburst, and although they reacted in time to knock down more people, they were already inferior in momentum. The sheep that they could usually hold at will in their eyes has now become an angry lion. So, I'm afraid!

"These monks are crazy! Retreat, retreat, retreat into the dungeon. ”

I don't know what switch he flicked, and the floor under the chair suddenly cracked a crack more than a person wide, and then he took the lead and ran.

After paying the price of almost half of his men, the remaining dozen or so henchmen fled underground. It turns out that the dungeon that everyone has been looking for is at their feet.

"Take me!" The little monk Huichen ran frantically to keep up with the others, but the slate was ruthlessly closed in front of him, and it was useless for him to cry and beat.

"I, I'm forced!" saw the monks slowly surrounding with murderous faces. Huichen kept retreating and begging. ”

"Go down and explain to the master!" a sharp knife pierced out of the back of his heart. A young monk gritted his teeth and kicked his body to the ground. Then he fell to his knees beside the empty corpse and wept bitterly.

The other monks vented their long-suppressed anger on those who were injured or didn't have time to escape, maybe it was really suppressed for too long, maybe it was the blood that aroused their subconscious madness, and the scene got out of control for a while.

When the scene calmed down, no more than thirty empty minions survived, and everyone's corpse was a blur of flesh and blood.

After reason regained its primal instincts, most of the monks vomited, and many stared blankly at their blood-stained hands.

Later, it was investigated that more than a dozen of the more than 100 monks who experienced this incident went crazy within a year to five years, and the rest of them did not say anything about what happened here in their lives.

At this time, Yun didn't care about bandaging the wound with a little support, but counted the battle damage.

Two of the four men in the game were killed and two were wounded. A strong physique and solid external skills saved the life of the old shopkeeper, but he also paid the price of blindness in one eye, more than a dozen fractures and more than 20 wounds of all sizes.

The other dart master was lucky enough to faint after being hit hard in the head, and was rescued and was fine.

Of the 152 monks, including Master Kongjing and the little monk Huichen, seven died and nineteen were injured.

Thirty-four of his men remained on the first floor of the tower forever.

Xiaoxiao had secretly said to Yun that no more than ten people would die at their hands. The battle seemed tragic, but it was actually short-lived, so most of the wounded were injured. The rest were beaten to death by the angry monks.

Yun couldn't help but sigh that the more cowardly people broke out, the more crazy they became. But now is not the time to talk about it, there are still a dozen fish that have slipped through the net, including the culprit, and there is still somewhere under their feet.

Soon, the mechanism was discovered, and just under the chair, there was a flap. It was only after pressing the switch that he opened the secret passage and escaped. But no one tried to reopen the secret door, it should have been locked from the inside. The crowd was a little discouraged and gathered around to discuss.

It was suggested to find a tool to pry it open. The clouds knocked on the stone slab, and it felt like it was at least a few feet thick and weighed a thousand pounds, where was it so easy to open.

Someone suggested that firewood should be brought to make a fire and smoke it, but he also vetoed it. The entrance to this dungeon is built so tightly that as long as the gap is blocked with clothes and the like, the smoke floats upward, so it is difficult to have much effect.

Some of the older monks advocated being trapped at the entrance. There shouldn't be much water and food in the dungeon, and sooner or later they will be forced out. Yun also felt that it was inappropriate, who knows how many accomplices there are outside the temple, if there is no news of them for a long time, and they are tracked down by his comrades, just rely on a few of them disabled people plus these monks who can only rely on temporary courage and have no combat effectiveness in one breath, I'm afraid they really can't stop it.

Again, Yun is also afraid that the empty gang will lose their hearts in despair and brutalize the girls imprisoned in the dungeon.

Just when everyone was helpless, the entrance to the dungeon suddenly opened without warning. A young woman hurriedly shouted, "Come in!" and then there was a scream, and then there was silence.

How dare they hesitate in the clouds, and immediately rush in.

I saw that this was a black hole and a hole, and through the faint light outside, Yun saw that two empty subordinates saw that the stop had failed, and the gate had been breached, and they rushed to the depths. A young girl leaned against the door and fell to the ground, her chest covered in blood. The bright eyes that had been full of hope just now were slowly dimming.

Xiaoxiao squatted down, gently stroked her eyes, and helped her close them. In her ear whispered, "Don't worry, brave girl. We won't let you die in vain!"

Yun looked at the flickering fire and shadowy figures in the depths of the corridor, and sighed softly. It's time to put an end to it all.

"Guard the door and take precautions. Prepare the torches and weapons, and we rush in!"

After a dozen simple torches crackled and lit up, everyone could see that there were cells on both sides of this long corridor. In each cell was one or more ragged, glazed-eyed girls.

Maybe it's because they've been locked in the dark for a long time, and they can't adapt to the fire, so they cover their eyes.

"What about Lan Lan? What about Lan Lan? Her cell is open. I just heard her scream!" A tall girl looked around blankly with her hands on the bar.

It turned out that the brave girl's name was Lan Lan. Thinking that the empty gang forgot to lock her cell door in a hurry, Lan Lan found an opportunity to open the mechanism and fight for the sisters' chance to live, but she slept here forever.

In the face of the girl's eager inquiry, Yun lowered his head: "I'm sorry! We didn't have time to save her!"

The tall girl seemed to ponder the meaning of the words in the clouds repeatedly. In the middle of the night, he sat on the ground and cried. Her cry was like a signal of beginning, and all the girls couldn't cry.

Yun instructed the monks to find tools to open the prison door, gather the girls and send them out, and place them properly. Then he grabbed Xiao Xiao, who was about to come forward to comfort them, and said, "Let them cry! We have more important things to do, to capture the empty gang alive and avenge these girls, for the Master of Empty Quiet, for the sacrificial dart masters and monks!"

"Revenge, revenge!" The hoarse shout came from the bottom of the hearts of everyone present, echoing in the empty corridor, and did not subside for a long time.

Finally, the final battle has arrived!

Today is Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world good health and all the best!