Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

dusk.

The lead cloud presses the afterglow of the setting sun into a bunch of red lines that undulate along the distant mountains.

Mountainside.

The cold rain and the blood poured into the mulch together, screaming, running, fighting, the roar of living people and the roar of monsters...combined into a big drama of life and death.

"What the **** is that?!"

At this moment, the Longtu Taoist's hair was scattered, and his forehead was pulled out with a long finger. The blood, sweat, and mud mixed together blurred his vision.

The repeated fierce battles almost consumed his energy. Just standing, he was panting. The sword in hand had long been broken, and now he was holding a wild goose sword, which probably belonged to some hapless officer and soldier.

Although he had already escaped from the venue, the three-headed and six-armed demon shadow always came out of his mind, making the Dragon Tiger Mountain stalwart panic.

He still remembered the scene:

When the bell rang, everyone awoke from the frantic dream.

Whether it is Bailianjiao or Zhenfusi, which master is not an old Jianghu? I immediately realized that there were ghosts in the porridge, and guessed that the three-headed and six-armed corpse Buddha on the platform was probably the culprit of the illusion technique just now and the group of corpses attacking people!

Although it is difficult to mobilize mana for some reason, the old rivers and lakes always have the ability of the old rivers and lakes, for example-to cross the magic needle.

Ever since, Bailianjiao and Zhenfusi had a total of 27 masters, and immediately launched a counterattack.

But in the next scene, Longtu will never forget.

These masters just approached the Buddhist platform, and the corpse Buddha was only sitting on the lotus platform, and the three faces spoke in turn.

"Om."

Twenty-seven people rolled to the ground in anguish.

"what."

Limbs twitched and red hairs pricked out the skin.

"Hum."

Twenty-seven living corpses have been freshly released.

Longtu Taoist is terrified.

These people are not cats or dogs, they are all well-known players in the world. After taking precautions, they are actually... Since walking down the mountain for more than 20 years, has he ever seen such a monster?

For a time, I don't know how many people have only one thought left in their minds.

"escape!"

Fortunately, the corpse Buddha was only sitting on the dharma platform, and did not personally pursue the action, otherwise... Long Tu watched the living corpse that was biting up in front of him, wearing a martial suit and a black robe. He recognized this person and followed Yang Zhiji. One of the masters who came out of Chang'an, who carries the usual arrogance of Chang'an people all day long, is now just a monster who has lost his humanity... I will become this ghost, too? It might as well die!

He took a long breath and swallowed a mouthful of cold rain into his abdomen, which seemed to give his tired body some strength, supporting him to slash at his former colleague with a knife.

The blade drew a cold arc, chopped into the neck bone of the living corpse, and removed the opponent's head with a single knife.

However, the new strength is fake, but the soreness of his arms is real. After the knife entered the meat, it was offset by three points, and the shoulder blades of the living corpse were jammed diagonally.

The living corpse didn't know whether there was any pain or fatigue, but it was still biting the living with the knife.

Long Tu didn't stop doing two things, just dodge to let the living corpse scratch, and then drag the blade with all his strength.

I only saw it.

Flesh and blood splattered, bone debris burst out.

The living corpse had been crushed by the blade, kneeling in the muddy water.

Long Tu gritted his teeth and struggling to step on the back of the knife.

Click.

Immediately, he unloaded the head and half of the arm of the living corpse.

However, there is no respite.

A huge living corpse blocked him, waving a muscular giant palm and slapped him on the head.

Long Tu does not evade.

coax!

The invisible shock wave swept away the raindrops, and the golden armor phantom burst open under the palm of the giant corpse. The last "golden armor symbol" was turned into ashes in the arms of the dragon, and the giant corpse was also pushed back by the force of the counter shock. , And Longtu has already dragged his long sword and rushed in.

Next second.

But seeing the blade tear open the rain curtain, a ferocious head fell to the ground.

"call."

Long Tu is pestering the knife, the cold rain that he breathed in before, now he took the time to spit it out slowly.

However.

He was still too early in his breath!

The body of the giant corpse hadn't fallen to the ground. Suddenly, a black figure sprang out from behind it, rushing straight to Longtu's face.

The living corpse was actually hidden behind the giant corpse, and when Longtu was slightly slack, he suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Longtu was shocked.

Subconsciously squeezed the Dao Fa Jue, trying to split the incoming person with a palm thunder.

But only half of the show was played.

"Oops."

His face turned green.

Immediately, the intestines seemed to be grabbed by someone in his abdomen, and the intestines were violently pulled again. The intense colic made the mana that had just gathered disappeared.

Even the body shape was paused, unable to escape, the assailant fell to the ground and rolled into the muddy water together.

...

This living corpse was skinny, wrapped in coarse linen clothes, and had a mess of hair like dry grass. I want to come, an hour ago, it should be an old farmer. But now she has red hair all over her body, and her muscles, bones, skin and flesh are all alienated. Especially the head, the lower jaw is protruding and elongated, and the mouth is full of jagged fangs.

Taoist Longtu struggled to push it away, but found that this old and thin body was unexpectedly powerful, and easily pushed him to the ground, making the mature man who has been practicing martial arts unable to break free. He just choked on several mouthfuls of muddy water.

But the Taoist Longtu had never cared about this, probably because that white canine was already aimed at his throat.

In a hurry, he had to use the Yan Ling knife to resist the bite.

In the stalemate, the knife edge slid into the living corpse's mouth, and immediately let the knife edge cut the corner of its mouth. But the smell of blood actually aroused corpse corruption.

But seeing the flesh and blood dripping, the chaotic sharp teeth bit the steel blade crunchingly.

The minced meat, corpse blood, and salivation were mixed together, and his face was confused. The pungent **** rancid smell made him almost lost, wishing to bury his head in the mud.

Fortunately, he barely freed up a hand, fumbled for a water chestnut sharp rock in the mud, tightened it, and hit it **** the side of its head.

"boom."

The dull sound was mixed with corpse blood.

But the head of the living corpse only raised slightly, then opened its sharp mouth again to bite it off.

Long Tu's face was full of ferocity, and the remaining strength was summoned, and it was another vicious blow.

There was a crisp sound in this dullness.

The skull of the living corpse arched abnormally, and one eye burst out, connected to the nerve, dangling outside the eye socket.

But still useless.

The living corpse flicked its eyes, and bite with a crazier posture.

But Taoist Longtu no longer had the strength to fight back, so he had to hold the back of the knife to resist. At this moment, the head of the living corpse suddenly burst like a rotten watermelon, red and white splashing on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Longtu was pulled out of the muddy water.

"You bull nose, when you are desperate, what dreams do you have?"

After all, the man left Longtu and turned around to enter another battle.

And Long Tu only wiped the stinky blood sticking to his face, grinned, and Quan responded. It wasn't that he was stingy with a "thank you", but that he was really tired, and the identity of the other party was also very embarrassing.

The one who saved his life was not a colleague of the Zhenfu Division, nor a certain general in the army, but the guardian of the White Lotus Sect—the "Old Jiao" Huang Taihu.

That's right.

The group of people who fought desperately against the living corpses in the field was actually a bunch of miscellaneous troops.

There were scattered officers and soldiers, guards from large families, people from the rivers and lakes who fished in troubled waters, and even a few monks in Qianfo Temple.

Of course, the most important ones are the two life and death enemies of Zhenfusi and Bailianjiao.

In the current fight between the living and the dead, it seems that it is just a matter of course to go from imagining and neglecting snakes, calculating with each other to fighting hand in hand and helping each other in the same boat.

Fuck the devil guard!

Now it's a terrible life.

Long Tu laughed at himself, took the mud and sand in his mouth, dragged his knife, and joined the fight.

………

After a while.

The fighting gradually died down.

A group of people fought and retreated, and after paying tragic deaths and injuries, they finally got rid of the living corpse.

They had already deviated from the path, and everyone was exhausted and wounded, but they didn't dare to stop for a while. They just guessed the direction and crashed into a bamboo forest.

At this time, the sky is almost exhausted.

The wind gets stronger, the rain gets stronger.

The weeds, bamboo forests, and shrubs are connected in a blur in the dark rain curtain.

In the crowd, a certain general with broken armor suddenly looked around, and then beamed with joy.

"Quick, go this way."

He greeted everyone.

"Passing through this bamboo forest, there is a team of men and horses standing in front of them."

The words fell, and a group of soldiers appeared in the grass in front of him.

But there was no surprise on the general's face, but horror.

Probably because they were greeted not by warm hugs or vigilant questioning, but by familiar staggering footsteps, twisted limbs, and ready-to-go crossbows.

"Boom..."

The bowstring rang like thunder and stretched.

The chaotic arrows converge with the wind and rain, and they spit out.