Chapter three hundred and fortieth: Resurrection of mountains and waters
A golden red fire ignited on the ground, which was arc-shaped and very long and narrow. It quickly spread on the ground and blocked the entire main road. Of course, such flames could not hinder the soldiers from moving forward. Some people crossed this road one after another.
But the moment they passed by, they were like wicks soaked in lamp oil, instantly igniting a raging fire.
The group of guys who burned up can obviously no longer be called human beings - they are dead. The instinct of survival dictates that no living creature will take the initiative to approach the source of fire. Even moths that go to the fire are just
Because I can't tell whether it is the sun or the candlelight. When the desire to kill overwhelms the desire to survive, either this group of people is crazy, or this group of people is already dead.
Obviously, those who were bewitched by the murderous intention were far from crazy. The soldiers who still retained a trace of human will stopped and hesitated. They were carried forward by the team behind them, and they began to actively avoid this road.
The flames are burning. The dead people are constantly "sent to death", which actually makes the problem much simpler.
And this spell will not cause additional trouble - for example, the burning corpse will continue to attack and spread the flames to their bodies. Hanshang's fire is extremely strong, and it is almost non-negotiable. When the flames cover the corpse,
Afterwards, they will turn into ashes in an instant.
Xie Zhe, who was dealing with the evil angel of killing, was much more relaxed than before. Feng's power was weakened, although his offensive was not reduced. Several times Xie Zhe called him loudly, trying to make him regain his consciousness. But I'm afraid he couldn't do it.
To--they don't even know what the child's real name is. Does he have a real name? If so, should it be given to him by his biological parents or by the adoptive mother of the mountain ghost who died tragically? Thinking about these questions,
This made Xie Zhe unable to be ruthless.
The smell in the air is even worse. In addition to the smell of rotting corpses, there is also the burning smell of flames. The latter is not more acceptable than the former. Moreover, there are no dead soldiers on the main road, and they are moving towards both sides.
The fire surged away. Han Zhang had to extend the line of fire and draw the arc into a semicircle.
But this is not the way to go... How can two people compete with such an army? Regardless of their fighting qualities, their numbers alone are jaw-dropping. Regarding these, neither of them can think too much, as if they think a little more rationally
They will make the choice to give up in an instant.
How long will it take? They don't know anything. The promise to Guixiangu is more like a gamble than a transaction.
Will anyone really come? Who? Is there a chance of winning if they come? These questions are the same as before, and they dare not think about them.
"What should we do?!" Han Zhang shouted, "We can't hold on for long! It's hard to save our lives if we continue like this!"
Xie Zhe didn't know. Is there really nothing he could do? His physical strength was also slowly declining. He almost felt that his strength was losing little by little, and he could hear the sound of running water in his ears.
"How long can you last?" He finally asked this question.
"It didn't take long! I had no choice but to..."
Xie Zhe felt a chill in his heart. He knew that Han Zhang did have such a powerful power... powerful enough to destroy this team in a short time. In this way, the venue would be cleared, and they would be able to deal with Feng.
Wider space. But is this worth it? Is this what should be done? In such an open space, the dust of human bones is everywhere. They could even be called alive not long ago.
Don't do this - this is what Xie Zhe wanted to blurt out, but he swallowed it back.
They should not stop here, even if the cost is to carry heavy things in the future. Han Sheng has not been able to see Wenying, and they have not been able to reunite with Ling Quan and Jiao Mo. Conceitedly speaking, they have no chance to do it again.
He extended his hand to Xue Miyin.
At this moment, it was a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
The sound of thunder made Xie Zhe feel dazed, and a numb feeling came from his hands. Fengyun Zhan, does this come from its power? Xie Zhe didn't know what else to do. If this sword had consciousness, how much would he want to directly
Asking questions about it, rather than like this moment or the countless times in the past similar to this moment, is no different from playing a riddle.
Things took a turn for the worse - in order to stop the soldiers from advancing, the line of fire he drew became longer and more winding. In the end, the flames spread wantonly on the barren grass, framing them together.
They were in a nearly circular open space. What was even more unfortunate was that the place where they could stay was also gradually shrinking. Those charred, reduced to ashes corpses were dancing in the messy wind that was coming from Feng Yunzhan.
What a hellish scene.
The sky became dim. Is it because too much time has passed, or is it because the clouds and fog have gathered without permission, or because the black smoke on the "battlefield" has obscured the sky? They don't know, and they don't have time to think about it. They can only tell themselves to hold on.
, hold on longer.
Fire, fire! It seems that this is all that can be seen in Xie Zhe's eyes. Feng is as tireless as a monster. The source of his power is too powerful. To the evil angels, the invisible spiritual current emanating from his body,
If he could touch every corner of the dust web like a tentacle, then the world would really be over. He knew very well that the power of killing could not achieve this, but what he had absorbed and accumulated was enough for him.
Enough suffering.
Xie Zhe really didn't know whether he should be thankful or not: If they had still adopted the previous fighting method, they might have explained it here. But now, this battle - this war, this dispute with different names for different people, how can
There's no end in sight either.
Xie Zhe knew very well that Han Zhang was still rational. He was waiting for Xie Zhe's signal - waiting for a signal that would allow him to annihilate the entire army. As the number of corpses increased, they knew very well that among the soldiers who would follow, there would be
The proportion of victims will become larger and larger. It is easy to knock someone unconscious with one force, but it must be kept consistent.
With the same force, if you give hundreds or thousands of people such a heavy blow, you will lose the standard of judging strength. It is almost impossible to kill someone without missing a shot, not to mention Han Sheng knows very well that he was accidentally stepped on and accidentally set on fire.
There are quite a few people who are alive. To say that his hands are really clean... I am afraid it is not appropriate.
He had no choice, and he didn't care that much, at least not as much as Xie Zhe. Anyway, even if those people were rescued, they wouldn't be able to recover many of them. How much he wanted to abandon all distracting thoughts and burn these bright fire tokens.
He himself was dizzy, as if he had returned to the coast ten years ago, witnessing that gorgeous and dazzling visual feast that symbolized the origin of tragedy.
Finally, he waited for Xie Zhe's suggestion.
"Walk!"
Han Chang took a deep breath, his eyes full of unspeakable panic and sorrow. Xie Zhe failed to do anything to these people after all. But he should know in his heart that if they gave up this position, the prosperous building when they came
The town will immediately be cannibalized by the remaining army. Immediately afterwards, the power of the evil angels of killing will become stronger, and they will march towards a more prosperous place.
"You want to give up?!" Han Chang almost asked, "Give up this battle, give up that town?"
"We don't know who will help us." Xie Zhe's voice was so clear, "But we should seek help."
In that small town, are there really any crouching tigers, hidden dragons, who can lend a helping hand to them?
But maybe Xie Zhe is right. He is so calm, as if this result is the result of quiet deliberation. He must have thought about it carefully-could it be in this fierce battle? How did he parry, attack,
At the same time, we need to think and analyze the next strategy? In this regard, Han Chang has always been surprised.
Xie Zhe was right, they had to leave. They distanced themselves and guarded each other's backs. Their eyes swept around, the wall of fire was burning so fiercely that there was almost no loophole for them to escape. Han Chang felt a wry smile in his heart.
:Perhaps, this is the meaning of digging one's own grave. His head became more and more dizzy, and his vision became blurred. He was too afraid of those flames... He couldn't even explain the reason. Maybe the flames always reminded him of everything after that.
The fear of tragedy, which is the source of all tragedies.
Han Chang had no doubt that if the flames were pure blue, he would probably faint on the spot - just like that time. And these winds - these evil winds, made these flames even more rampant.
Xie Zhe was not sure whether the wind came from Feng Yunzhan or from his own chaotic and restless state of mind. If so, he swore that this was the worst cooperation he had ever had with Han Zhang in his life.
After all, it was too late, and there was no way to escape, let alone ask for help... Even though the person asking for help was ridiculously weak. Is it really just a fight to the death? The two of them clenched the blade of the knife in unison. Not far away, they
The luggage left on the roadside was also eroded by the fire. There was nothing valuable in it, just a change of clothes and some silver. In comparison, nothing is more valuable than life.
The burning luggage was like a gradually decaying corpse, revealing the dense bones inside. The "bones" also burned, making a strange "sizzling" sound. The charred black smoke was eerie and terrifying. Xie Zhe was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing what was inside.
What could make such a noise? Is it playing like a living creature?
Yizhen was stirring inside, like a small animal hidden in a package, preparing to struggle to escape from this disaster. Even Han Zhang was a little surprised. Could it be that something had hidden in their bodies without them knowing it?
In the luggage? If this is the case, it is really pitiful to be reduced to this situation.
Just as pitiful as them.
Suddenly, an unexpected scene appeared - the burning luggage, which was originally emitting black smoke, suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light. At that moment, they felt that they were simply staring at the sun. The two of them closed their eyes at the same time,
Regardless of the danger behind him, a power that was more brilliant and dazzling than the golden light burst out. A pure and holy white penetrated the eyelids and exploded in front of everyone.
