At the early morning of five or six in the morning, there were still stars on the edge of the sky, sparse but the stars were dotted. However, the moment the sun appeared, there was only the red sun in the whole sky.

That guy is a man as dazzling as the sun.

He didn't go far, and didn't even get together with Busang and the others, but put himself in the shadow and looked at me from afar.

The reason why he let me see it was because I wanted me to know his existence.

Let me know that under this endless and overlapping huge net, there is a behind-the-scenes controller.

He reminded me all the time and all the believers of the Baganda witch. No matter how you play, please remember that he is the most fundamental maker of the rules, in this place. He is heaven, he is earth, and his will is what must be obedied, just like God's will.

This person is Kang Keyou.

After the figure of the blood-handed maniac entered my vision, the pressure put me was as stress as that of my master, or Wang Hongqi, the left envoy of the Heavenly King, and even more than that.

Because the people in front of them never crushed their breath so directly and crushed at me.

So rough and so direct, it shows Kang Keyu's momentum as inclined as Mount Tai.

At that moment, I was suffocated.

It's scary.

The moment Kang Keyou appeared, I understood a truth. The retreat paths I had planned in my mind became very ridiculous in front of him. At present, there were only two ways to choose from in front of me.

Death in battle. Or death in gloriously!

There is no way to survive.

When I thought of this, countless sadness arose in my heart. Behind me, there are monk Zhifan who is preparing to capture the famous and prestigious monk in China, including Qin Bo and Young Master Yiyun who have not known each other for a long time, and the little white fox and Buyu who are like relatives.

When I left my country, I once swore to myself in my heart that I would bring the cloth fish and the little white fox back to China alive.

However, at this moment, I even doubt whether I could survive.

If God wants to destroy me, then it will perish.

Why do we still involve so many people I care about?

I walked out step by step. The living dead people who kept waving their hands and seemed extremely terrifying, seemed to feel my uncontrollable majestic aura, and subconsciously retreated one after another.

Walking out of the drying yard outside the house, I looked from afar and asked calmly: "Don't die, does that mean?"

Kang Keyou just showed his face and disappeared in the darkness again. He did not answer. The person who replied to me was Busang, who had just lost his hardest backer. He sternly said to me: "You dog thief, you have captured my junior brother, killed my colleagues, and sealed the great Baganda God Envoy. Do you still want to leave alive?"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled miserably, "Since that's the case, I won't say much."

Draw the sword.

Words are meaningless, but if you say too much, you become a delicate girl. Begging for mercy does not exist in the dictionary at all, so I pulled out the sword without hesitation and pointed it forward flat.

Just as I drew my sword, the little white fox and the cloth fish that had rested a little stood behind me.

Although Bu Yu was blistered by the electric column of the giant void eye, he was a demon or not a human, and his recovery ability was very strong. He also had a magic pill like Guangling Golden Pill. Although he could not restore his full state, he had some strength to fight.

Although it was dead after this battle.

Just after the little white fox and Bu Yu stood up, Qin Bo and Young Master Yi Yun also stood behind me.

There are not many people anymore. Monk Zhiri was hidden at the bottom of countless dried stinky salted fish. At this moment, we are the only ones who need to face these nearly two or three hundred living dead people, and dozens or hundreds of elite strong people of Baganda believers.

Five people, draw their swords and face the world!

I didn't expect them to stand up so decisively and fight side by side with me. While being moved by the friendship of storms and mutual support over the past few days, I also knew their respective mentalities.

Everyone feels that at this moment, there is no way out and no luck. Only a battle can the final relief be.

I looked at Qin Bo. The old man who had been in the past half a century smiled calmly at me, and then said, "At that time, there was a genius and strong man who were attracted by everyone in the world. I once had the opportunity to fight side by side with him, but for some reason, I couldn't do it. He eventually fell and there was no world. I feel this matter for life. Now, I feel that this time, perhaps it is God's constant regret and regret for me over the past sixty years, a kind of compensation..."

His words were full of vicissitudes and helplessness, but they were also passionate that young people did not have.

Mr. Yiyun also smiled: "I, Shang Qingtian, was born in the Shang family in East Zhejiang. I am a man with a golden key since I was born. I have been lost for countless vanity and have even been called one of the four evil spirit masters. However, now, I just feel that one of the true heroes is never based on family background and inheritance, but on myself. Brother Chen, I can fight side by side with you, even if I die, Qingtian will have no regrets in this life and the next life."

No regrets!

Friendship is common, and I have never met before, but today we can stand together and stand side by side, which is a kind of fate.

A fate given by God.

The eyes swept over the Bu Yu and the Little White Fox. Neither of them spoke. The clear eyes between them were only trust.

We have faced various challenges countless times, faced life and death together countless times, and no matter how many words we have, at this moment, are just pale, because we breathe and share our destiny, and it is hard to tell each other apart.

war!

war!

war!

It seemed like a big drum was ringing in our hearts. Every second passed, it made people feel excited and unable to control themselves. At this time, someone blew the whistling whistle, and one of the descenders in the Baganda Witch Cult sounded the horn of the attack.

The ones who took the lead were the innocent villagers who had just been killed.

These people were tragic in death, with sticky blood and yellow corpse liquid constantly emitting from their mouths and noses. They stretched their hands blindly and waved randomly, trying to catch something. The vocal cords in their throats were not rigid, so they could make hoarse roars. As these living dead people continued to gather from the nearby wooden houses and huts, more than two or three hundred people gathered together, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Under the urging of the surrender, these living dead people rushed forward. Seeing that they were only a short distance from us, Qin Bo, who was behind me, suddenly took action.

It's still a flying knife.

Whip, whip, whip...

Because of the previous battle with the giant eye of the void, Qin Bo had a magic flying knife melted away. There were only eight of them at this moment, but even so, it was like a rainstorm pear blossom, and it suddenly went and immediately pierced the heads of the living dead in the front row.

The flying knife passed through the skull, and the huge Taoist power contained in it was released in an instant, ready to dissipate the evil spirits supported inside.

However, unexpectedly, a pale and powerless ghost fang suddenly appeared on the backs of the living dead, like a fetus that had left the mother's body. When their tail-like tentacles finally broke away, the living dead suddenly turned into a human bomb. With a bang, the minced meat flew everywhere, without a piece of bone or good meat.

These minced meats are highly toxic. Wherever they pass, the smoke from plants and trees, even the soil, is melted a few inches.

poison!

Qin Bo’s temptation made our faces dark.

Zombies, living dead people, and these dead creatures act with their evil instincts. We don’t know how many times we have encountered such things. Not to mention two or three hundred, or twice as much, we won’t feel a headache. But if it’s like this, we can’t avoid it, and we can’t beat it, then it’s really a headache.

The pale ghosts that escaped from the living dead gathered in the sky, merged with each other, and kept whistling, rendering the entire scene in a terrifying and terrifying way.

A large number of living dead people below rushed forward "indifferently".

I took a deep breath of fishy cold air and realized that the reason why the Baganda witch sect was able to run rampant for a lifetime was not unreasonable. Not to mention anything else, this mysterious Nanyang witchcraft and the means of manipulating the dead souls were many times higher than that in China.

But it’s no wonder. After all, the other party has too many materials and a lot of mad people. It’s normal for them to be superb.

what to do?

My brows frowned. It’s not that I was afraid of these things, but once the fight started, I wouldn’t be disgusting, but I would have a lot of trouble. At this moment, Mr. Yiyun stepped forward and said calmly: “Nothing is wrong, I’ll do it.”

After saying this, he took out a pen from his arms.

The pen is ivory, with the hair on the head of the pen, and the value is facing downward, not an ordinary wolf hair and rat tail. The one with the talisman pen is a ball of cinnabar that the young master Yiyun broke.

The pen tip was stained with cinnabar, and Young Master Yiyun's figure turned into a ghost in an instant, and the shadow clone turned into countless.

And just a few seconds after he started, the hoarse shouts surrounding us, like flies, suddenly disappeared by half.

Others may be confused, but I saw that Mr. Yiyun put this talisman pen on the foreheads of the dead people rushing forward, and pointed a smooth cinnabar mole. In addition, he also pointed a piece on the knees and elbows of those guys, which penetrated the back of the paper, penetrated the ragged clothes, and freeze them on it.

Every living dead man whose cinnabar was lit stopped and turned back stiffly to resist his kind.

Young Master Yiyun's body movement is elegant, like a painter who is fully focused, and his canvas is a continuous surging army of living dead people. At this moment, he is extremely elegant and agile, and his appearance is so handsome that it makes people unable to close his legs.

I was a little shocked. His method was nothing else, but it was the Xiangxi corpse-driven technique!
Chapter completed!