"Boom!"

The sudden explosion destroyed half of the prison, causing smoke and dust to fill the air.

Feng Daocai held his thighs between his legs and rescued the ranger. The two unfortunate guys helped each other to get up. Before they could make any next move, they were hit by thick smoke mixed with stench, mosquitoes and dust.

Moreover, the thick smoke seems to be somewhat toxic, and one whiff can make people dizzy and chest tight.

The two had no choice but to retreat to the yard.

"Help...help."

A vague cry for help rang out from the smoke at the main entrance of the prison, and a figure staggered over.

Zhang Yi grabbed Feng Chong who was about to go up, held the knife in front of him, and asked cautiously:

"who?"

The man didn't answer, he just repeated "help me" vaguely and staggered closer.

The knight-errant clenched the handle of the knife, and Taoist Feng took out the talisman.

But at this moment, the billowing smoke and dust calmed down slightly, revealing the face of the visitor.

He is the horse-faced yamen servant.

But instead of relaxing, the two of them became more vigilant.

Probably because the horse-faced yamen officer's complexion was really bad and weird, his face was pale, his lips were purple, his pupils were dilated and swollen with pus, and there was a spider web of black blood floating on his neck.

The two quietly took a step back.

"What happened inside?" Feng Chong asked.

The yamen servant's footsteps froze upon hearing this, and his eyes swayed twice in his sockets.

"insect."

"What?"

"The bugs ate... us... vomited."

His answers were intermittently meaningless, and at the end, he suddenly vomited out a pool of gastric juice, a mixture of dirty blood and minced meat.

An unbearable sour and rotten stench spread.

The two of them unconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, a pustule the size of a finger suddenly appeared on the officer's face, followed by a second, then a third... like mushrooms emerging from rotten wood after the rain or mold spreading on dead bodies, densely clustered,

In a short time, it filled every part of his skin.

No.

It should be said that his whole body turned into a polymer of pustules.

then.

"puff."

The countless pustules festered and burst together with him, scattering into a pool of yellow pus, blood and brown flesh.

This terrifying scene made the two people's hearts skip a beat, but what was even more frightening was that some foam was rising in the pus water, and some rough-textured black smoke oozed out, mixed with many tiny insects.

, they fluttered their wings from the remains of the yamen servants, and "buzzed" together with the black smoke hovering above the corpse.

Later.

It actually slowly formed a crude human shape.

"The bug ate me..."

The two of them remembered this sentence at the same time, and the meaning of the words that they had not understood just now was clearly before their eyes.

…………

"This is?"

Feng Chong frowned and flashed through his mind one after another, the names and weaknesses of monsters that he had learned from books or from the elders of his sect before leaving the mountain.

Putting aside his academic style, on the other hand, You Xiaer is a hard-working person who has been through rough roads.

No matter what kind of monster it is, whether it can be killed or not can only be known after it has been chopped down.

He had already drawn out his long sword and moved forward, intending to strike first.

He was about ten paces away and took three or four steps to get past him.

The sword was as straight as a sword, and he swept it away from the waist.

The monster didn't react at all and was chopped into two pieces.

However, there was no joy on the face of the ranger, probably because the blade passed by and there was no feeling of hitting an entity.

He raised his eyebrows.

The wrists were turned one after another, and the proficient martial arts were fully displayed. Sweeping, splitting, poking, whittling, plundering, killing, beheading... The sword flashed freely, and in the blink of an eye, the monster was cut into seventeen or eight sections. Hands, feet, shoulders, elbows,

Ears, nose...the broken parts were wrapped by the blade and flew around.

But it's no use.

Those "dismembered" parts quickly turned into wisps of insect smoke, gathering back to the monster's body. Within a moment, the hands, feet, shoulders, elbows and other parts all "grew" back.

When the ranger finished his sword dance, the monster still looked like a complete humanoid with its head lowered and hands down, silent and silent.

"Be careful! It's a ghost, it has no entity."

Feng Chong finally sounded the reminder with a sudden realization.

When the knight heard this, he quickly retreated without thinking.

But at this moment, the monster also made a move. It suddenly bent down and opened its mouth, like the previous government servant, making a vomiting look at Zhang Yi. However, what it vomited was not flesh and blood, but a column of insect smoke, or

Said, the demon spit out himself towards the ranger.

Zhang Yi retreated quickly, and Xiao Mei chased him even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the thick insect smoke was about to hit the ranger's face. He couldn't help but tighten the blade in his hand, but the scene just now told him that mortal martial arts were of no use to this incorporeal monster.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Edict."

A curtain of light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The menacing demons are like the tide that hits the dam and rolls back helplessly.

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated. Feng Chong rushed to the rescue and nodded to express his gratitude.

Daoren Feng's face was solemn.

"It's not over yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his ears heard a continuous, thunderous "buzzing" sound.

But from deep inside the prison, suddenly there was a huge roar of insects and smoke rushing towards them. If the demon in front was like a splash, the one behind was like a torrent, crushing bricks and utensils along the way, smashing into beams, columns and walls, roaring and surging.

Come.

The light curtain didn't last for half a second before it was crushed.

The insect smoke was like a flood that had released its gate, smashing the prison door and pouring into the courtyard.

Zhang Yi hurriedly crouched down and thrust his long sword into the ground to protect his front.

However, after the insect smoke poured out of the cell door, the incoming force had dispersed. However, when he touched this "torrent", Zhang Yi still felt like he was hit head-on by a mad bull, his bones creaked and whined, and he took a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

throat.

And the huge force that continued to come pushed him back a little bit, slowly bending the long knife.

at last.

"Boom."

The blade made of fine iron actually broke!

What's even worse is that more and more bugs escape from the "flood peak" and fly to his body, so densely packed that they cover his head and face, and they squirm to worm their way into his body through his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

He wasn't sure what would happen after the bugs got into his body. Thinking about it, the puddle of pus and blood left by the horse-faced Yamen servant was a warning. The Ranger's heart was filled with chills, but he had tried his best to fight against the bug wave, so how could he spare the energy to deal with his face?

little bug?

Fortunately...

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law."

Feng Chong behind him finally made some movement.

He held two talismans and slapped them on the ground.

All of a sudden.

But he saw a ring of fire spreading rapidly from under his feet. Wherever it passed, insects were burned and fell, leaving behind scorched insect corpses on the ground. The ranger could not help but hear the sound of "crackling" in his ears, accompanied by
To be continued...