Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Lei Ting is the general, Fu Yuan and all the officials. The law of the fire is commanded by Marshal Deng, the silver-fanged official Xin Tianjun, the quick retribution of Zhang's messenger, the gray-fanged iron-faced Liu Tianjun..."

Above the altar, the altar ceremony has reached the most critical time of "welcoming the gods".

Every time Luo Yuqing clicked on the name of a righteous **** of Lei Bu, he squeezed "please point out" to the audience. Under the altar, people immediately appeared more and more, holding the divine card, chanting the mantra, and walking around the altar.

And above the nine heavens, there seemed to be thunderclouds rolling and lightning flashing, echoing them in the distance.

Li Changan didn't want to look more, only holding the hilt of the sword tightly, watching the increasingly fierce battle ahead.

…………

Several rounds of arrow rain splashed into the group of corpses, like a drizzle hitting a huge wave, a few "bloods" appeared in vain, and the momentum was surging without change.

Soon.

The "giant wave" slapped fiercely on the fence and the "thin lift" made of antlers, and smashed into the wooden frame. But immediately, swords, spears, swords and halberds pierced from behind the fence and antlers, returning their colors.

Army and demons. Steel and claws.

The moment the two sides contacted each other, the fight went into a fever pitch.

A living corpse crazily got his head through the fence, and just tore off a piece of flesh and blood, a chaotic knife rolled down immediately, and in a flash, only rotten bones and pieces of meat were left stuck on the fence.

Some soldiers got red eyes and tried to assassinate them, but they were accidentally grabbed by the sleeves of the living corpses and pulled towards the fence. Suddenly, there were seven or eight pairs of sharp claws and five or six **** mouths. After a short scream, a young head wrapped in a beautiful pocket was raised high, and then fell lightly.

Under the Chinese Army.

The skin on the veteran's face trembled, and after all he just stood up straight and said nothing.

He didn't issue any orders, and he couldn't issue any orders.

In the final analysis, this battle is a hastily, few enemy battles, just to maintain a long enough defense line, he has exhausted all his strength. There is no retreat, and there is no reserve force.

He can only guard under the banner of the Chinese Army, watching his subordinates fight, die, be torn into pieces, and be devoured by demons.

But fortunately, although these living corpses were driven by the corpse Buddha, they were greedy, foolish, and ignorant monsters. They just swarmed all over the mountains and were attracted by the fresh flesh and blood in the defense line. They didn't even mean to bypass the defense line. .

He was a little grateful, but he threw away the joy in a flash.

Because he knows deeply that this thin line of defense is not the opponent of the corpse group at all, and it can't even last for too long. The victory or defeat of this battle lies in... the veteran looked back silently, but saw Luo Yuqing on the platform. Still chanting the name of the gods...Old Taoist, you must as soon as possible!

at this time.

"Crack."

There was a loud noise accompanied by sawdust and blood and mud.

The veteran looked at him abruptly, but saw a giant living corpse more than ten feet long, grabbing a corpse and chewing.

He was not surprised, only his eyes were solemn.

"coming."

Suddenly, many special living corpses appeared in the corpse group.

Some are thin, but they are very agile, so they can easily dodge through the thorny forest of guns and have to cross the fence; some have deformed limbs, arms or feet, like whips and knives, and they want to destroy the antlers like the giant corpse; yes His body was bruised, his belly was enlarged, and his mouth was spitting out decayed corpse water to poison and kill the living through the fence.

At the same time.

Each figure flashed out in the army, either using amulets, or chanting, or relying on superb martial arts to block and kill the special living corpses.

The veteran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He had long heard that there were some special existences in the living corpses, which were extremely difficult to deal with. So before the war, he organized some Dragon Xiangwei masters and the capable people and strangers who came to help and organized them into a special team. , Mingled in the army, just to deal with these special living corpses.

Now it seems that it has received a miraculous effect.

Next to him, the Jun Zheng holding a knife and staring at his neck excitedly said:

"Stay steady!"

The veteran shook his head:

"It's a far cry..."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull sound interrupted his words.

"what?"

He frowned, looking for where the loud noise came from. But there was another muffled sound, accompanied by a strong vibration under his feet.

A behemoth was seen rising into the sky from the group of living corpses. The strange shadow crossed the fence, crossed the army formation, and crossed the banner raised above the veteran's head.

He craned his neck, his eyes rounded.

But seeing the swirling sky, the sudden thunder light shone the object completely.

Weird, scary and disgusting.

This monster is in the shape of a huge worm, the bloated "worm body" is full of irregular bumps, and the red bristles like sword halberds are sparsely broken out. A closer look reveals that the bloated "worm body" is clearly formed by the random "kneading" of many living corpses; the tangled feet of different lengths and messy distribution under the "worm belly" are full of human hands, feet and even the head and neck.

At the head of the worm, it was "normal", just an exaggeratedly strong man with a mixed iron long stick in his hand.

There was a "boom".

After the monster hit the ground, a puff of smoke was splashed out as expected, and after that, without hesitation, he rushed straight to the direction of the Fatai.

There was a panic when the army was neutral. Isn't they fighting here to give up their lives just to serve as a barrier to the dharma behind? Now that the monster has passed them and is about to destroy the altar, isn't it going to die here in vain?

The Jun Zheng even lost his color and shouted:

"Oops!"

The veteran yelled, "What are you panic?! You just have to wait for the enemy in front of you. As for the monster..."

He glanced at the man under the stage with a sword, then looked back to urge his subordinates to stabilize the military's mind.

"Someone will take care of it."

…………

Li Changan looked at the monster in front of him.

It arched its swollen body, its bristles were like open iron thorns, and its faces were extruded from the uneven folds of the epidermis, and it was spraying some sticky corpse slurry with its mouth open.

This scene is really nauseating.

The Taoist priest simply put his gaze on its head-that strong man.

Its face seemed to be distorted by severe pain, but it could still be seen that it was also full of flesh in front of it, not as good as it was.

Looks like a bandit?

But there was a ring scar on the top of his head, a monk's robe on his body, and a rosary around his neck, and even the long iron rod in his hand could vaguely see the words "Namo Amitabha".

He was a monk who looked like a bandit.

The Taoist priest just looked carefully, and was not in a hurry to move his hands, but the monster was obviously a quick temper. Before he got close, he jumped up and stood up his long body, pulling it up to four or five stories high, lifting the iron high. Stick, then...

Crushed down.

Straighten the ground as a drumhead, and the iron rod as a copper hammer.

"Boom!"

The knocking made the mountains and rivers tremble, and the sands and rocks rolled, and the knocking made people fearful.

However, a blade of blade suddenly came out silently like a poisonous snake, only rushing to its side of the brain.

"Ding."

The head of the iron club would be retracted, blocking this silent sword.

Taoist priests are not forgiving.

Picking, wiping, hooking, stabbing, cutting, gusts of swords are usually attacked by storms and rains.

But the monster also danced the iron rod so that water could not enter. The Taoist attacked, leaving only a few skin wounds.

Li Changan gave a "Huh", and stepped on tiptoe, then he withdrew and escaped a heavy sweep. After that, he kept running and withdrew more than ten steps in a row.

But the monster chased after him, and as soon as his figure rose, he caught up with the Taoist priest. Dancing the iron rods like crazy and demons, the shadow of the rods in the sky will be splashed down like a rain of iron.

Why don't you understand now?

This monster still has martial arts in his lifetime!

But.

How can the martial arts left by the dead be better than Li Changan's swordsmanship?

The Taoist priest only plunged a long sword into the "iron splashing rain", and heard the "clang" sound from time to time, and then turned the shadow of the sky stick into a mud pit, hitting it with dozens of sticks, and it was not hurt. And a little bit of him.

The monster was annoyed by the fight, and again raised the iron rod, struggling to smash it down.

"Hey!"

This time it hit a piece of bluestone, so that the broken stone shot randomly and sparks burst out.

But the Taoist priest flashed to his side a long time ago, took a long sword, and took it straight behind his head.

But Fang raised the sword.

Suddenly, he was shocked.

A quick glance of his eyes.

Ah.

It turned out that not only did this monster not lose his martial arts, but his brain was still there.

I don't know when, the monster has surrounded his long body in a circle, with bristles standing up, and Li Changan has already caught himself.

Only in the next second.

The trap surrounded by the monster's body suddenly closed.

"Puff puff puff."

The sharp bristles pierce the flesh.

I saw the corpse water splashing everywhere, but no blood flowed across.

There was some doubt on the monster's twisted face.

It can be heard.

"Too much Hunyuan, the sword of Chiwu."

It froze for a moment, then suddenly raised its head.

Under the thunderclouds, Li Changan's robe was swaying in the wind, like a big bird flying into the air, his cold eyes mixed with thunder light reflecting the sword light, and the blood-painted runes on the sharp sword were as red as flames burning.

"Sufficiency of water and fire, hard work and hard work."

The monster roared and struggling to meet him with a stick.

However.

The tough iron rod that had been crushed before breaking the rock and was not deformed was particularly vulnerable to the sword blade attached to the curse, as if piercing the tofu, even the iron rod and the head were pierced.

Sorrowful.

The monster fell to the ground.

Li Changan drew out his sword to shake down the foul blood and blood.

"Hurry as a law."

…………

He slowly exhaled a foul breath, jumped off the monster's corpse, and looked left and right to confirm that the monster was silent again, and then he leaned over and tore off the scrapped "horse" on his shoes.

I have to say that this is really easy to use.

The Taoist priest was about to gather his sword into its sheath.

suddenly.

Ankle tight.

He was busy looking down.

It turned out that an arm "grown" out of the monster's body, grabbing his ankle.

Immediately afterwards.

The monster's bloated body suddenly swelled up, and the sound of sore flesh and blood was heard. The monster's body suddenly "dispersed", and dozens of living corpses were drilled out.

One part of them rushed towards Li Changan, while the other part only went to the Fatai.

Oops!

It's still careless!