I heard you've been trying to fight me

The little Taoist stomped anxiously: "Nonsense!" After turning around twice, he gritted his teeth and jumped off the city wall. He Zhi immediately attached a wisp of divine consciousness to him.

The new wave of monsters under the city wall still looked longingly at the bound humans. After the little Taoist flew down, the monsters turned their heads to stare at him.

He Zhi felt a chill, and the little Taoist shivered in mid-air.However, he insisted on going down, followed him through the thick fog, and He Zhicai saw that behind those densely packed monsters, there was actually a large cemetery, with countless tombstones neatly erected.

With weird smiles, a few monsters slid down towards the little Taoist priest.The little Taoist swallowed his saliva and took a few steps back, and pulled out the mahogany sword from his back in a panic: "Don't... don't come here! Brother! Wow! Brother!"

Those monsters ignored his gestures and flowed over like boneless soft meat.The little Taoist was about to burst into tears, he took out all kinds of self-defense items from his arms tremblingly, but it was of no use.

Just when He Zhi was considering whether to make a move, he suddenly discovered that something wrapped in the soft flesh had been brought out.

The monsters huddled together, with saliva dripping from their split mouths, and their gray faces were lifeless.

It wasn't until the distance was close that I realized that the thing that was brought out turned out to be the old woman who just jumped off!

The old woman closed her eyes tightly, and followed the movement of the soft flesh, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.The monsters got closer and closer, the little Taoist yelled loudly, took out another object from his arms and threw it at the sky, and the clear and clear cry of cranes pierced through the dense fog.

With a flicker of He Zhi's eyes, a Taoist priest dressed in feathers and full of vicissitudes of life rushed through the thick fog with his sword, quickly picked up the old woman and threw it to the little Taoist priest, and then cut off his right arm with the flying sword without hesitation and fell into the monster. pile.

The little Taoist priest carried the old woman on his shoulders, and rushed to the Taoist priest who had landed on the ground: "Senior brother!"

The flesh and blood on the Taoist's right shoulder quickly congealed, and he took two steps back with a pale complexion.He Zhi discovered that the Taoist priest's left hand was also missing.

He didn't look at his junior brother, but looked at those monsters solemnly: "I hope everyone will abide by the old covenant."

When the right arm fell, those monsters fought frantically, but there was not even a trace of blood left in an instant.

Hearing the words of the Taoist priest, those monsters really grinned and backed away slowly and disappeared.

The little Taoist touched his senior brother's shoulder with trembling lips, the Taoist avoided gently: "You take him up."

"Brother...why are we...why does the eldest son want us to do this!"

The Taoist frowned: "Of course there is a reason."

The little Taoist broke down and shouted: "Can't we make them disappear!"

He pointed to the person hanging on the city wall: "Why!"

The Taoist priest kept his mouth shut and said nothing, the little Taoist squatted on the ground and wept: "Why, why..."

A new wave of monsters rose again from the thick fog under the city wall, and their blue-gray hands slowly touched the feet of the people hanging at the bottom.

The unshaven man suddenly smiled, tilted his head and shouted, "Hey, I'll take a step first."

Above him was a handsome man in a middle coat, with long black hair that fell to his waist and was not tied up.

He lazily closed his eyes, feeling himself being put down bit by bit to take the place of his old opponent: "Then see you later."

The bearded man laughed out loud, as if the leg that was slowly being pulled down was not his own.

Within half a stick of incense, the man was submerged in the pile of monsters.The handsome man never opened his eyes, and his hands were hung on the iron chains, as if they were placed on a high bed.

He Zhi held his hand, trying hard to control the desire to make a move.The little Taoist priest below was crying and his voice became quieter. The Taoist priest stood beside him with a cold face all the time, and did not leave without comforting him.

The little Taoist buried his face on his knees and exhaled vigorously, and raised his head with a smile: "Senior brother, I'm sorry..."

The Taoist looked down at him, his eyes calm: "It's nothing, let's go up."

The flying sword stained with the master's blood buzzed on the ground, and the Taoist kicked him to the side of the little Taoist: "Use it, I still have something to do."

The little Taoist stood up in astonishment, and the Taoist turned around and walked into the thick fog after speaking.The little Taoist hurriedly chased after her, but the old woman who was put on the ground suddenly groaned.

The little Taoist struggled for a while, but still picked up the old woman and flew towards the city wall with the flying sword.

When the Taoist priest turned around, He Zhi transferred his consciousness to him.This dense fog is very strange, and the ground cannot be seen on the city wall.He can only use this method to understand the situation and know what is going on.

The Taoist priest who had lost his arms looked indifferent, and his empty sleeve on the left was swinging with his steps.

He walked towards the cemetery, and as soon as he reached the outermost tombstone, He Zhi saw a person in the cemetery.

In front of several newly erected tombstones, a man was wearing a long white priestly robe, the hem of which was dragged all the way to the ground.

He walked with strange steps, sitting and doing various movements with the mahogany sword in his hand.It's like a sacrifice, and it's like some kind of strange dance steps.

The Taoist priest stopped after getting closer, and did not step forward to disturb him.After finishing the last movement, the man pointed his sword straight at the sky, muttering something.After a while, he suddenly relaxed his whole body, covered his chest and bent down.

The Taoist hurried forward: "The eldest son!"

The man turned his back and raised his right hand to wave: "It's okay."

He Zhi saw the back of his hand stained with bright red blood, sliding down his wrist to the ground.

The man wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and turned around.He is a handsome young man, which is somewhat unexpected.

The young man looked indifferent, his eyes closed.Looking at it from the front, it was found that his skeleton was thin and very thin.

The Taoist priest walked forward a few steps, wanted to help but found that he had no hands, he smiled wryly: "Zongzi, I will have to trouble you to save me in a few days."

The boy was startled, and it took him a long time to answer: "Oh."

Thick fog shrouded the surroundings, and the city wall not far away was indistinct, and a little light could be seen above it.

The people hanging outside the city wall have changed one after another, and the monsters under the city wall are gathering faster and faster. They have obtained nourishment full of aura and are constantly evolving.

The Taoist turned around and walked back, suddenly stopped and said without looking back: "Our people in Liyang... can we still be saved?"

"No."

"Oh." The Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth that hadn't smiled for a long time: "It's not strange."

The Taoist went farther and farther, and soon stepped into the mist and flew up the city wall.The boy closed his eyes, silently facing the city wall.He couldn't see it, but he could feel the despair and fear there.

The people on the city wall are just living in ignorance, and they don't know that there are people outside the city wall who are silently dying.They do not use fighting to protect the weak, but exchange their bodies for compromise.

After He Zhi saw the Taoist priest climbed the city wall, he told his colleagues that he had lost his hands and it was time to give full play to their value.

Those fellow disciples looked at him sadly, but none of them took off the chains he had tied around their hands.

The "cracking" iron chain slid down, and the monsters salivated at the new food.But they are not in a hurry, sooner or later it will be theirs.

He Zhi opened his eyes and stepped back step by step.The old lady had been brought up long ago, and the girl and her mother were very grateful to the little Taoist priest.

Seeing the family crying and laughing, the little Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Thank you, senior brother."

Turning the corner, He Zhi saw "He Zhi" who was still standing there.He had a strange premonition in his heart, and after taking a deep look under the city wall, he stood at the position of "He Zhi" completely overlapping with him.

Opening his eyes again, there is an empty land in front of his eyes, and a cold iron tower behind him.His right hand was tightly held, and warm body temperature poured into his heart one after another.

Guozi waved his hands together, and said via voice transmission: "Did you find anything? There is something wrong with this tower."

He Zhi nodded, he probably knew what was going on.

The entire climbing wonderland should be man-made.The person who made it withdrew his work halfway, so the journey to the fairyland is not complete.

Its weather is always uniform, and its terrain has no transitions.It's a house with a poor foundation, something has to hold it up.This support is the aura.

Not natural, but drawn from man.

Those who died were all in the illusion just now.Perhaps it shouldn't be said that there is a large number of souls left behind by force.The people under the city wall are all the dead who died suddenly.

Those people and demons who have been tortured to death, and monsters formed by various fusions, have incomplete souls, and some are even about to become demons.

They were brought there and forced to stay there with a secret method. He Zhi even saw an acquaintance inside.

If the soul is incomplete, then repair it, how to repair it, use the anger of a living person.

He Zhi was very confused, why the person known as the eldest son could find those who voluntarily sacrificed.

And those on the city wall are not living people, they are repaired souls.In the entire space, only those who were hung on the city wall and those Taoist priests were alive.

The porridge that the souls on the city wall drink, in fact, they don't even have a body, so how can they drink it?

All the porridge leaked on the city wall, and was eliminated quietly by the Taoist priests.Those souls thought they were alive, and they didn't remember that they were reunited after the monsters in the city ate their flesh and blood.

It's full of weirdness and mysteries everywhere.

He Zhi took a deep breath and looked up at the black tower.This black tower is real, and it is also the eye of the formation.You can't destroy the tower, but you can still make trouble.

There are six floors in the Black Tower, and five of them came.Except for the first floor, every floor has people sneaking up.

He Zhi repeatedly confirmed that the talismans were put away and made a gesture, and everyone immediately poured spiritual power into the talismans.

This black tower is the center of Dengxianland, where the auras of all parties meet.It is like the center of a tornado, but it will be very calm.

However, when He Zhi pasted one of the talisman specially designed to attract aura on each layer, the balance was broken almost at the moment of activation.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the earth shook.There seemed to be a hole in the pitch-black sky, and the guards in the tower were shocked and angry, and quickly jumped out.

He Zhi on the top floor grinned at him, let go of the talisman that conveyed spiritual energy and jumped down.

"Kids dare!"

The guardian slashed down with his palm, and He Zhi avoided it dangerously: "If you don't sort out the aura, it will be too late."