Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The fleeing group could not think of it anyway. At the moment when they thought they were going to escape to heaven, a round of arrows ruined their hope, and the ensuing "official army" completely plunged them into despair.

In this situation, it can be said that he came out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again.

There are many "people" on the other side, and one's own is a tired teacher, so helplessly, they have to form a circle and struggle hard.

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Leng Yu 簌簌.

The afterglow of the setting sun lingered on the horizon.

The mud under his feet was repeatedly trampled into a swamp, dragging people's legs into the ground.

Long Tu panted heavily, and the tip of the knife in his hand thrust into the chest of the enemy "person" in front of him, and the viscous plasma was slowly squeezed out from the knife. He pushed his body up again, pressed his shoulders against it, and pushed it out two or three steps abruptly.

But the next moment, countless knives and guns stretched out and pushed him back.

Again without success.

Long Tu raised his head miserably, his sight was a layer of living corpses that looked like officials and soldiers.

They are holding long spears, short soldiers, rattan cards, and hooks, forming a battle formation, orderly closing and squeezing. Like a big hand, it repeatedly tightened the survivor's defensive circle.

Even if they have never experienced a battlefield, Longtu can realize that these corpses are compressing the space for them to turn around.

Is it dead?

Do not!

Longtu gritted his teeth and told himself.

There is still a silver lining!

The various living corpses encountered along the way, even if their bodies were mutated, were mostly irrational monsters greedy for flesh and blood. But the living corpses transformed by these officers and soldiers can not only form a battle formation, but also suppress their bloodthirsty nature, step by step.

Judging from his experience, there must be a "boss" constraint.

He looked up, but saw a living corpse dressed as a general sitting cross-legged behind the army of living corpses. This monster is huge, even if it is sitting on the ground, it is a bit taller than the standing people. The armor on its body has been cracked, and the cold rain pounded on the pale skin exposed under the cracks, showing a rocky texture.

It pressed at the end of the battle, grabbed the corpse wrapped in Taoist robe, and gnawed at it.

That was one of Long Tu's fellow juniors. After the previous breakthrough failed, he stood up to cover him, but was trapped by a living corpse, and lost his life.

The eyes of the dragon figure are red.

that's it! Kill it and...

"It's useless."

"Don't say we can't rush over, even if we can rush over, we can still kill it by chance, and the remaining living corpses can tear us to pieces."

But Yang Zhiji sneaked up and said.

This servant pretends to be a civil official, and although he has carried a broken sword along the way, he has been hiding behind others with his identity, and he has not worked hard. Now that the mountains and rivers are exhausted, but suddenly his head emerges, I don't know what he wants to do.

At the critical juncture, Long Tu didn't care about him either, and only responded with a wry smile.

"Do we have any other way?"

I didn't think about it.

"Have."

Yang Zhiji is decisive.

"escape."

He got closer and whispered:

"I still have a'Lei Zhenzi' in my hand. I used it to blast a gap during the introduction, and let's make a concerted effort to get out!"

Hearing "Lei Zhenzi" at first, Long Tu's expression moved slightly, but then his face still darkened.

"Can't run. We are all exhausted. I'm afraid that if we can't run a hundred steps, we will have to be overtaken by these living corpses."

Can.

"Who said we need to run past the living corpses?"

Master Yang's eyes flickered, and he quietly glanced at the Bailianjiao people.

"Just run past them."

Taoist Longtu was just speechless.

Do you have to do this again?

"Yang Yu's matter! This is the end of the matter, you can't keep trying to survive!"

Yang Zhiji urged sternly.

Taoist Longtu had to sigh, waiting to answer. Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation behind him.

The two hurriedly looked sideways, but saw that one of them was hooked out of the battle by Chang Ge and smashed into a sieve by random guns.

The two of them turned pale.

The probable reason is that this person is not someone else, but the head of the White Lotus Sect, the White Lotus left envoy Xiang Jisheng.

"It's over."

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To say that the impression that Bailian taught to the world, except for the liar, the anti-thief, and the magic stick, it is probably only "fanaticism" that has the most popular support.

Xiang Jisheng was killed by a miss. The first reaction of the remaining White Lotus Cultists was not to fill the vacancy on the front line, but to rush out to **** Xiang Jisheng's body.

This irrational behavior immediately caused the fragile line of defense to collapse.

The living corpses seemed to smell the **** wolf, pouring in from the gap. In an instant, the hard-supported circle rushed to disperse. The fugitives were naturally separated, all alone in a siege.

"Heavenly killer Xiang Jisheng! Godly killer White Lotus Cult!"

Yang Da was screaming, but no matter how vicious the words were, he couldn't stop the corpses from surrounding him.

but.

Suddenly, the living corpses around had a halt, and then they spread out, abandoning the two of them.

But the two of them looked unhappy, and when they turned their heads, a behemoth came over in the sound of heavy footsteps.

Cracked armor, pale skin, and gnawed head...The living corpse general had already stared at them.

Taoist Longtu smiled sadly, clenched the long knife, and greeted him.

"Master Yang, this is the end of the matter. Either fight to the death or kill yourself. You..."

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist Longtu watched an object fly out from behind, drew an arc in the air, and was then caught by the general living corpse.

It was a ball the size of a goose egg, and the metal shell was engraved with brass moire. This thing has a resounding name in the Zhenfu Division-Lei Zhenzi.

"Yang Zhiji of Dog Day!"

Taoist Longtu squeezed a curse between his teeth, and without thinking, he flew to his side.

"boom!"

The invisible sound was swept away with thick smoke, and the Taoist Longtu who had not yet landed was immediately lifted out.

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Even though Yang Zhiji was farther away, he was overwhelmed by this blast.

He was in a daze, raised his hand to fan the dense smoke that spread, and then reacted again, this is not the time to care about a little smoke. He hurriedly fumbled out the matching sword from the muddy water and jumped up from the muddy ground.

The small bamboo forest was filled with blood and screams. The living people who were already exhausted, after being washed away, were even less opponents of the living corpses.

Fortunately, the living corpses around him had already dispersed before. The saved stamina finally came in handy.

Yang Zhiji rejoiced secretly, found a gap, and wanted to run away.

But as soon as he opened his legs, his scalp tightened and his feet rose in the air.

It was a pale arm that peeked out the thick smoke, grabbed his hair bun, and abruptly lifted him up.

The cold rain extinguished the smoke, revealing the hideous face of the general living corpse, and the other broken elbow, revealing the broken arm of the bones in the flesh and blood.

Yang Zhiji burst into tears. Full of calculations and wildness before the corpse's grinning, panic and timid.

He has no choice but to say: "Forgive me, I don't want to die! I am a Jinshi, the commander of Long Xiangwei, and the son of the Yang family in Chang'an. I can't die..."

Unfortunately, what he said is not much louder than a fart to a living corpse.

The living corpse raised his broken arm with a grinning grin, and pointed it at his neck with a sharp arm bone section, as if it was killing a chicken, and was about to cut his throat.

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The fugitives were scattered and surrounded by the swarming corpses.

Every time Huang Taihu smashed the head of a living corpse, three new wounds were added to the back.

But the death in front of him aroused the fierce stubbornness in the bones of this old water bandit.

The big winds and waves in Taihu Lake failed to kill Lao Tzu. Can the boat capsize in the small ditch of the Qianfo Temple? !

He rose up to fight and fight again. But suddenly, a lock sleeve fell from the sky and pulled out of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, his throat tightened, and the person was pulled down in the mud.

Seven or eight living corpses came up, brandishing a knife and axe, and chopped him into mash.

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Taoist Longtu got up from the mud dizzy. At this moment, his ears were full of roars, and his eyes were full of overlapping shadows. He couldn't tell who was fighting, let alone who was screaming.

He inexplicably thought of the various escapes along the way, and suddenly felt a little dull.

After more than 30 years of cultivating the Tao, he cannot save the demons and save the innocent. In order to surreptitiously go against his will, he will not even be able to save his family's life in the end.

It's really ugly!

The world in front of him settled for a while, he looked at the corpses rushing around with cold eyes, grinned, Quandang smiled, and raised the Yan Ling knife in his hand.

In order to die better, please give me a back.

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Seeing a few people was dying on the spot.

suddenly.

"Huhuhu..."

The long wind roared in.

Along the way, the bamboo and wood are as low as weeds as if there are giants running over them.

Raindrops, gravel, and bamboo leaves are even more engulfed in the wind, as if thousands of arrows are thrown out, fluttering over.

In the violent storm, there was a roar.

Immediately, there was a blue light breaking through the wind and rain, electric shots arrived, and when they arrived in the field, they suddenly slowly turned into mist and dispersed.

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Yang Zhiji, who was begging for mercy, took a sip of cold rain and rotten leaves, and then felt a sinking in his arms, and looked down subconsciously—heh, what a big hideous head was heavily pressed in his arms. He sucked his nose in a daze, and looked up, but he saw blood plasma on the empty neck of General Living Corpse in a glaring blue light.

Huang Taihu's eye canthus was completely cracked, and even though he was dragged into the mud and trapped in a mortal situation, the fierceness in his bones still drove him to resist. However, the expected chaotic addition has not yet arrived. He could only see the cyan light spreading, and all the living corpses around were torn apart. Then, the minced blood plasma was splashed over by wind and rain, drowning him in the mud. He was sluggish for a moment, then rolled over, retching on the spot.

The sudden gust of wind blew Taoist Longtu unable to open his eyes, but this was nothing to him, who was already determined to die. He simply closed his eyes and rushed towards the direction where the corpses were the most in his impression. However, before rushing a few steps, he felt something was wrong, wondering when he opened his eyes, where are there any living corpses? But only a few green bamboos were cut off.

He looked back at the scene blankly again, and saw the smoke and mist filled with blue light, full of big-eyed and small-eyed dull and speechless companions.

As for those living corpses?

Hello.

There are large and small corpses all over the ground.

"Got to live?"

He is still a little unbelievable.

At this time, the smoke and mist of blue light suddenly collected, and before his eyes, it merged into a simple bronze dagger. Circling and shuttle, like a swimming fish wagging its tail leisurely in the wind and rain.

It turned out that the cyan light that slaughtered all the living corpses at that moment turned out to be the floating light and glimpse that human eyes could not catch when the bronze dagger flew and hovered.

It was also at this time.

There was a sound not far away.

"Return to the box."

Long Tu's heart was startled, and he followed the sound.

But on a rock in the bamboo forest, a Taoist priest jumped out. The Taoist robe is full of wind, and it flies up and down, and its person seems to have come by the wind. And Feijian returned home like a swallow, and projected away.

The two converged in the air.

Suddenly.

The splashing wind and rain suddenly calmed down.

The world seemed to pause suddenly, the mountains and forests were silent, and the bamboos gathered their branches.

moment.

"Wow."

Everything recovers, the sound of rain comes again, but the leaves are pressing like arrows in the absence of violent wind and chaos.

Only the sparse raindrops engulfed the fallen leaves and fell down.

And that person was also in the drum of the Taoist robe, and fell to the ground with the scattered bamboo leaves.

Taoist Longtu was stunned for a few seconds before blurting out.

"Li Xuanxiao."

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"Only you?"

It was discovered that Li Chang'an was the one who came, and everyone in the field was quite embarrassed while remaining after the disaster.

The Bailian Sect party said that the bonus of Li Changan's head is still hanging in the black market. It is the people of Long Xiangwei, when they reached a tacit agreement with the White Lotus Sect some time ago, they didn't mean to sit back and watch the development of the situation.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and only the Taoist Longtu gave up his old face and came up to greet each other.

But without thinking, the first sentence of the other party made him so embarrassed.

Only them? of course not.

At that time, there were thousands of believers from various parties, monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple, officials and soldiers from both sides. When the bell awakened the crowd, only two or three out of ten people who died in the chaos were directly alive.

As for the dozens of people in the field, what happened to the rest of the survivors?

In response to Yang Zhiji's previous words.

"Who said we need to run past the living corpses? Just run past them."

Although this Daoist Longtu abandoned the people on the mountain due to the situation, he was still a bit shameless. He didn't talk nonsense. Facing Li Changan's problem, he just looked bleak and speechless.

Li Changan was just asking casually, without the intention of interrogating, but seeing the reaction of the other party, he probably guessed the development of the situation.

At the moment, I was too lazy to say so much, turned around and left, the direction I was going was the meeting place on the mountain.

But without taking two steps, one person hurriedly stopped in front and bowed his hands in a salute.

Li Changan raised his brows.

"You are?"

The man laughed and said, "This officer Long Xiangwei commander Yang Zhiji."

"Oh."

The Taoist priest replied indifferently, and watched the other party's excuses quietly.

This person has a thick-skinned face, no irritation, still smiling.

"Why do you go here?"

"Devil, save people."

"The benevolence and righteousness of the Taoist leader really convinced Yang."

He smiled and lifted a sedan chair, and at the end, the conversation turned.

"Just forgive me, it's going to be late and it's hard to see things. Besides, there are so many demons on the mountain, and I'm afraid there are thousands of them. The Taoist master has supernatural powers, but he is alone and lonely, and he can save him. How many people are there? For the sake of this plan, why don’t you go down the mountain with me and report the matter to the Mingzhou Mansion, so that the court will invite experts from all over the world to call in thousands of troops and horses to surround the Thousand Buddha Temples and stop the corpses. Fleeing and spreading. In this way, this is the blessing of the thousands of people in Yuzhou! Chief Taoist, do you think this is?"

What's right and wrong?

Li Changan chuckled and did not answer.

This Master Yang was nothing more than a sharp sword, and wanted him to be a free bodyguard, Daoshi Li, but he used all the principles to bluff people.

So, Guan Na...

However, Li Chang'an was determined to go up the mountain and didn't intend to go desperately. He just killed as much as possible and saved as much as possible. He was bound to obey the fate of everything. Yang Zhiji's remarks reminded him.

He turned around and looked at the Taoist Longtu for a few moments, and behind him a few colored juniors, saw a seal hanging on his waist.

"Longhushan?"

Long Tu sighed.

"Ashamed of Patriarch."

Li Changan asked again:

"Will you be able to make sacrifices to sacrifice to ghosts and gods?"

This question made several Longhushan Taoist priests unhappy.

You know, Zhang Daoling, the founder of Zhengyi Mountain, started the mountain and established faction with the achievements of overseeing 36,000 gods and a thousand two hundred officials, conquering all ghosts, and conquering the six-day demon king.

Recruiting gods and ghosts is an ancestral craft.

Li Changan’s question is like asking the people of Sichuan and Chongqing whether they eat spicy food, whether the people of Northeast China can drink wine, and whether the people of Guangdong can eat Fujianese.

Immediately, a Taoist priest of Longhushan wanted to speak angrily, but without speaking, a booklet fell into his arms lightly. He took it in a hurry, and Li Changan's unsalty and undiminished voice rang in his ears.

"The army and horses you are waiting for are among them."