"It's ghost mist, they're here, they're back again!"
"The witchcraft cultists have been exterminated by Wang Ting's Imperial Master, how come there is still a Yaksha appearing in this world!"
The earth shook, the river flowed backwards, and black mist rose, covering the clouds and blocking out the sun.
In the Keten tribe, the sounds of men's panic, women's screams, and children's cries were mixed together.
Many people were hugging each other and shivering, and an atmosphere of fear and despair filled the entire camp!
"Witch cultist? Yaksha?"
Fang Xiu stood beside the stone mountain, unlocked the seal on his eyesight, and looked into the distance.
Dozens of miles away, in the billowing black smoke, a thin figure with two wings on its back and a dark body, holding a spear and fork, flew back and forth in the smoke.
They have a human-like body, with two or three arms under each arm, pointed and long ears, a huge mouth that is split to the base of the ears, and numerous jagged fangs.
"Abba!"
In the Keten tribe's camp, a girl in red with tears on her face climbed onto a thundering giant horse and headed towards the rising black smoke, lashing her whip.
"Hi ha!"
But before she had galloped a few miles, black mist rolled in from the sky, and several Youyakshas fluttered their wings and jumped out of the black mist.
"Yunyi, Cangyin!"
The girl in red clothes rode her horse, drew her bow and shot, three rays of silver light shot out, which was extremely dazzling.
But the six-armed Yaksha flying in the front raised his long fork in his hand, and the three silver lights were casually pushed aside.
"Blood food, fresh blood food!"
The six-armed Yaksha let out a weird laugh, its saliva greedy for flesh and blood, and was drawn by the wind. Its body swooped down, and its terrifying jagged claws grabbed the head of the girl in red.
As long as it is held by the strange claws, the steel will be crushed instantly.
"Stop hurting my daughter!"
The dense sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the black fog, and a dozen knights with blood on their bodies rushed out on horseback.
Wu Rininggui, the head of the Keten tribe, shouted loudly, jumped up from his horse, and rushed directly towards the six-armed Yaksha.
One person and one ghost were held in the air, and they started fighting crazily.
As the leader of one unit, Wu Rininggui is tall and burly, with a body of 2.12 meters, full of explosive power.
But in front of the three-meter-tall six-armed Yaksha, he acted like a child. With just a pull from the Yaksha, one of Wu Rininggui's arms was torn off alive.
"Flesh, delicious!"
The six-armed yaksha screamed ferociously, picked up the remaining arm and threw it directly into his mouth, chewing it loudly, making a crackling sound of bones cracking.
"Abba!"
Wulan screamed miserably, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Delicious!”
The six-armed yaksha swallowed one arm alive, as if he had just eaten an appetizer, and his bloodlust became even stronger.
It grabbed three of Wu Rininggui's limbs, and with its large saw-toothed mouth, it bit Wu Rininggui's head in one bite.
And from the black mist, countless Yakshas rushed out, and they swooped in, grabbing more than a dozen Keten knights, including men and horses, into the sky and biting them fiercely.
Puff puff
But in the next moment, these ferocious Yakshas froze without warning, and with an undetectable flash of silver light on their necks, Yaksha's heads flew high, and black blood spurted out from their necks more than ten meters high.
"ah"
Wu Rininggui and more than a dozen Keteng knights fell to the ground.
"Who dares to hurt my child!"
In the black mist, an old but sharp angry cry arose.
All the Yashas who flew out of the black mist seemed to have received some guidance. They flapped their wings and disappeared into the black mist again.
"Miss Wulan, take your father and retreat quickly!"
In mid-air, a green shadow stepped on a black sword and landed gracefully on the ground.
Fang Xiu waved slightly, and a dozen small silver swords flew back immediately, hanging by his side.
"Brother Fang, you have to be careful!"
With tears on his face, Ulan quickly helped Wu Rininggui and a dozen injured tribal knights and rushed back to the camp.
In the black mist, the old voice sounded again, more vicious and angry.
"More than a thousand years ago, our Wu Gu lineage was driven out of the center of Shenxiao Continent by Xuantian Haozong, and we lurked in this desolate and cold place, struggling to survive. I didn't expect that you still chased us here!"
The old voice shouted.
As if affected by this voice, the black mist in the sky surged more violently.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Fang Xiu stood on the ground with Heiyin in hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and saw through the layers of black mist that ten miles away, a figure holding a dead wood crutch and wearing a huge cloak floated in the air and slowly came towards him.
Hundreds of ferocious and ugly yakshas surrounded the cloaked man, dancing up and down.
"Lao Zhen is almost done, don't get too close, be careful and it won't end well!"
Gu Dan (supporting role) floated in mid-air, screaming loudly, and a warning from deputy director Xu Bo came from the subcortical invisible sound wave device.
"It doesn't matter. If I get a few miles closer, it would be a bit too fake to withdraw now. Since you are acting, you must perform well!"
Gu Dan curled his lips and did not take Xu Bo's words seriously.
He is one of Chen Yimou's royal team members. Although Director Chen is so angry that he cannot take care of himself and is temporarily unable to participate in the plot direction of the show, he is a senior actor in the industry and is not something that Deputy Director Xu, who has been running errands for many years, can do whatever he wants.
commanding.
Xu Bo? Does he understand what art is?
"Children, tear him alive!"
With a wave of the dead wood staff in Gu Dan's hand, nearly a thousand android Yashas flapped their wings, jumped out of the black mist, and flew towards Ke Teng.
Although Xu Bo made an impromptu decision to turn today's Keteng tribe's tragedy into a story about Fang Xiuxian's chivalry and a hero saving the beauty.
But Gu Dan still decided to implement Chen Yimou's artistic pursuit!
"Jie, Jie, Jie, no matter how powerful you are Fang Xiu, you are only one person. Thousands of third-level and fourth-level bionic man Yaksha, let me see how many you can kill!"
Gu Dan sneered in his heart and drifted forward a few miles.
"Hi ha, blood food!"
In the ghost mist, Diyou Yaksha flew out overwhelmingly and rushed towards the Keteng tribe's camp with a menacing force.
"Didn't Director Xu say that we don't all have to die in this scene?"
"Why is Yasha flying towards us again? I didn't bring a blood pack!"
"Damn, I haven't even replaced my prosthetic limbs. If these androids are really programmed to tear me apart..., who has some painkillers and give me a bottle? Forget it, I'll just hit my head to death!"
In the Keten tribe’s camp, the crowd was at a loss for words.
According to Chen Yimou's script, they were almost "dead" tonight, but Assistant Director Xu came on stage temporarily and decided to change his interpretation style.
In Xu Bo's view, writing it in the form of a cool novel can not only open the prologue of Beijia Lake in advance, but also introduce more foreshadowing and settings.
Under the refreshing atmosphere of the novel, Fang Xiu will be more at ease with the developments and changes in the surrounding plot.
Without oppression, how can we resist?
However, Assistant Director Xu seems to have failed to arrange the entire crew clearly.
"What a good move, but it will cause trouble to the east!"
Fang Xiu watched Diyouyaksha rush towards the Keten tribe's camp and just stood there with a cold smile.
Although his sword control skills were exquisite, he could not kill all these Yakshas in an instant.
No matter how hard he tried, there would still be many casualties among the Kten tribe's vagrants.
Fortunately, in his previous life, almost everyone understood the truth: to capture the thief, capture the king first!
"Yunlin Prison Suppressing Sword!"
Fang Xiu took cover, and a small silver sword shot out, rushing into the billowing ghost mist and disappearing.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, so what about Xuantian Haozong, fuck me!"
When the silver sword flew towards him, Gu Dan was still smiling ferociously, but the next moment he felt a chill in his chin, and his whole body seemed to feel much more relaxed.
It's like a burden has been lifted off of me.
He glanced down.
Um.
My body is falling!
Still has the tongue and half of the teeth.
Fuck!
Don't even leave me a whole head?
Although I can’t feel the pain anymore, it’s scary!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Wu Dan's head and body fell to the ground, and he had already thrown himself into Diyouyaksha above the Keteng tribe's camp, then suddenly turned back and flew back into the ghost mist.
A terrifying suction force rolled in from the depths of the earth, and the ghostly mist that originally covered the sky faded away like the tide.
Also missing were the corpses of Gu Dan and Yaksha.
"It's just an appearance, it scared me!"
Fang Xiu looked at the ghost mist that faded away in an instant and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He was actually quite embarrassed when faced with the ghostly fog that covered the sky and the sun.
After all, the momentum is terrifying.
Although he has stepped into the foundation building, he never has the ability to change the weather for hundreds of miles in an instant.
"Father, wake up!"
In the Keten tribe's camp, Ulan's cries floated from afar.
When Fang Xiu rushed back to the camp, Wu Lan was holding Wu Ri Ninggui's body and crying loudly. The two thousand homeless people from the Kten tribe around him also looked sad and sobbed softly.
"My daughter Wulan!"
Wu Rininggui closed his eyes tightly until Wulan, who was holding him, pinched his flesh covertly and forcefully.
Wu Rininggui opened his eyes in pain, perhaps because the severe pain in his broken arm was unbearable. He took a breath of air and looked at Fang Xiu with distracted eyes: "On behalf of all the people of the Keteng Department, I would like to thank you young hero. He sacrificed his life to save him!"
"The wilderness is bitterly cold, and the people are suffering and helpless. I used to be able to protect the tribe with my foundation-building cultivation, but today I was seriously injured and my life was cut off. I only have pity for my daughter Wulan and the people of this tribe!"
Wu Rininggui stretched out his remaining arm, as if trying to grasp the last straw, and weakly grabbed Fang Xiu, pleading: "Young hero, save people to the end, send Buddha to the west, if not I think my little girl Wulan is ugly, so I am willing to give all my daughters and the position of head of the Keten tribe to the young hero!"
"I only hope that young hero can protect our Keten tribe and ensure that my people live and work in peace and contentment!"
Wu Rininggui waved, and nine pretty women of different ages walked out of the crowd, ranging from imperial sisters to lolita.
"I have ten daughters, and I will give them to the young hero as my wife and concubine. You must not refuse me!"
After Wu Rining finished speaking, his arms dropped weakly.
"Father!"
"Head of the clan!"
In the Keten camp, the cries shook the sky.
More than two thousand performers fell to the ground at the same time, wailing and heartbroken. In their grief, the grass on the ground was almost wiped out.
"Is there such a good thing?"
Fang Xiu looked at the ten beautiful girls and young women who were crying with pear blossoms and rain. His heart skipped a beat and he strode forward. He pulled away Wulan who was crying and was very immersed in it. He grabbed a large handful of Blood Linzhi Pill and stuffed it tightly. Shut up and keep your eyes open.
Perhaps he was not dead yet, so Wu Rininggui opened his mouth naturally.