"The one who can bear the fire of the Great Wilderness as a mortal, the old man has only met you so far." Jun Changwei shook off the lingering fire on the Jincuo knife and said lightly, "If I had met you twenty years earlier , the old man will advise you to go to Xianmen."

"Xianmen?"

Mei Niang turned the lancet and sneered.

"Wu Mei didn't have that life."

A miasma mist surged past the four of them, and countless gray blurred shadows surrounded them far away, as if it was an ancient sacrifice, they were waiting for the sacrifice to be born. Mr. Xi's forearm suddenly vibrated, and a faint blue flame turned into a lasing dragon shadow, rushing towards Tiangong.

The dragon roared.

That was three thousand years ago, the first city god to be forcibly refined, was a blue dragon.

Lao Tiangong jumped up, and the giant axe drew two arcs in the darkness, staggering towards the dragon's head. Mei Niang and Jun Changwei waved their knives towards each other at the same time. Every fight will set off a wave of hundreds of meters high, and the light of the weapons will illuminate the sea surface hundreds of miles in a radius.

There is no night more suitable for bloody fighting than tonight, when all violence, all conspiracies and all hatred will be overwhelmed by wind, rain and thunder.

……………………

The defensive cover held up by the pavilion elders shattered, and the lightning flooded Zhunan Jiucheng again.

At the moment when Elder Tang Pianyi died in battle, Lou Jiang turned around without hesitation and ran to the city head of Zhunan. Just standing at the top of the wall, his face turned pale instantly - the disciples of Shanhaige in silver cloaks fell one by one in the wind and rain, like a group of swallows whose wings suddenly lost their strength.

"...Mother is right."

Lu Jing, who followed him to the top of the city, murmured.

The disciples of Yinglong's sub-department and the fishermen outside Zhunan City usually use the water from Yinglong Pond, but Yinglong Pond has been covered with smears. Tujingzi is a poisonous herb, colorless and odorless, and its effect is very fast. It has no effect on high-level monks, and it has no effect on mortals. It can only make monks below the fixed soul stage fall into short-term weakness, and there are even no sequelae after that. Therefore, Lu Shiyi, who was reprimanded by his eldest brother every day when he was a child, would always throw this thing into his brother's tea, trying to get the beaten back.

Eleven, you have to remember that no matter how inconspicuous the grass and trees are, once the timing is right, they will be fatal.

A long time ago, the woman sat by the window with her hand on his head, her voice rarely serious.

It is true that Tu Xingzi will not directly cause danger to people's lives, but now that the Great Wilderness is expanding, Shanhai Pavilion lives and dies. The disciples of Ying Longsi, who stayed in the still sea to protect millions of fishermen, fell into weakness at such a moment, and the outermost line of defense in Zhunan came to nothing.

Tranquility is no longer Tranquility.

The waves are heavy.

Among the waves, there are Haiyashas holding steel spears, drowning ghosts with green-faced fangs, half-human and half-snake monsters, and tiger scorpions like fish and crocodiles... There was a gap in the city boundary that should have blocked them. They overlap, forming a tide that rises and falls, crowding into the city of the world.

Mother Moon was right.

This is indeed a revenge. All the demons and ghosts who were once driven out of the Furious Sea by the cultivators sharpened their fangs and claws and launched a counterattack against the world. Only flesh, bones, and wailing can heal their thousand-year-old resentment. Compared with the Gu-diao-Huisha who attacked Zhunan City, their strength is not high, so the disciples of Yinglong Division's sub-department can kill and defend against them. But that is relatively speaking. For mortals, they are nightmares, catastrophe, and natural disasters!

Cries and screams echoed over the still sea.

Behind it is a majestic and smooth city wall, and in front of it are overlapping ghosts. Although the tranquil sea is wide, there is no way to escape.

"Climb up! Climb up!"

Lou Jiang ran wildly on the city wall, throwing ropes down as he ran. Lu Jing followed closely behind him, tying every rope tightly on the battlements.

The monk Budu and Banshou jumped down from the high wall and met the endless waves of demons and ghosts. Ming Jingzi swept out piece after piece of golden light, emptied piece after piece of sea area, and was quickly filled with new scales and fangs. The dark bead that pushes the astrolabe is turned again and again, and the claws are going backwards again and again when they are about to tear the child apart.

There are endless ghosts and waves, and the nine cities in the south of the candle are thousands of miles wide, and they are as tiny as ants.

How many people can they save? Can it save one in ten thousand or one in a billion?

they do not know.

Just run as hard as you can.

Banshouzi's handsome face was not much better than that of the evil ghost, and his seven orifices were full of blood. The eyes are dark red, the ears are buzzing, the muscles and veins have reached the critical point of rupture, and the brain seems to be tumbling. The tattered Taoist robe has completely turned into a strip of cloth that no one can recognize.

"The bald donkey is right..." Banshou vigorously kicked away a tiger scorpion that was trying to bite him, half laughing and half crying, "Look at life and death!"

To be bitten to death by a tiger flooded with metal scales is too incompatible with his status as a genius!

Alas, at least dying has relieved Master of the five million debt burden... Dying with someone else's money is better than being owed money by someone else.

The messy thoughts flashed through his mind, Banshui fell forward and fell forward, a tiger Jiao opened its mouth wide, and was particularly happy that this great head was sent to the door.

"brute!"

A shout resounded like a thunderclap, a wind whistled past his face, and a boat oar hit Tiger Jiao's mouth with all its strength.

The oar was broken, and the tiger Jiao was also drawn to shut up.

An old hand grabbed Half-Counter by the shoulders and threw him back into the cabin.

The half-counter was startled. Could it be that the teacher had arrived at the moment when he thought that my life was in danger?

He shook his dizzy head with joy, and struggled to open his eyes. In the bloody vision, there was a dark, old, rough face - an old man who was completely unknown.