"But we..."

"I don't want to be in pain anymore!"

In the wind and rain, the female Shukou rang the Bingyi bell for the second time.

Knives and swords, fangs and claws.

The driven corpse and the contracted monster fought together, the rising tide hit the mountain wall, and all kinds of huge voices echoed repeatedly, drowning out the shouts of each other. The past has become far, far away, and all that remains are enemies close at hand.

Only the newly dead ghosts sing the songs of the old days.

But no one heard.

When the Bingyi bell rang, there was a loud noise of landslides and ground fissures in the direction of the Bagua Mountains.

The whole piece of the Dragon Head Qianfeng Mountains in Xizhou, where the main sect of the Royal Beast Sect is located, followed a tremor, and the rising water seemed to have exploded. The front... No, to be more precise, there was a more violent gale that suddenly rushed out from the middle of the Eight Trigrams Mountains.

The wind was strong, and Shengsheng suppressed the fierce wind from the northwest.

At the same time, a dazzling silver light slowly rose from the interior of the beast master sect.

The light was dazzling, as if it were a sun that jumped up in the winter.

"really……"

Nuxu grabbed the Bingyi bell and did not rush forward to fight Taigan Shizu.

Her red-gold pupils printed the silver sun that had just risen, released the soft sword, grabbed something from the void in her right hand, and then slowly, as if extremely difficult, dragged it out little by little.

The opposite Taigan Shizu's expression turned cold, and Gu Jian, who was going to take advantage of the situation to attack, stopped for a while.

finally showing up?

The second sacrificial vessel left by the gods to the ancient icefield migrants?

Chapter 161

Fish-breathing tripod, Bingyi bell.

When the two sacrificial utensils that originated from ancient times and were bestowed by the gods to the cold and desolate clan were lifted out, the ground of Meicheng, located at the intersection of the Changlan Strait, the Cypress Strait, and the Hongdou Strait, where the three escaped to the south, suddenly shook. The snow on the towers rustled down. At the city gate, the people behind fell forward, and the people in front were pushed and shoved into the city gate together.

"Back! Back!"

The Shanhaige disciples of the defenders shouted and stretched out their arms to forcibly stop the crowd rushing in like a tide.

Mule carts are congested.

The crowd swarmed.

Shanhai Pavilion, which forcibly took over Meicheng, blocked the other three gates of Meicheng under the order of the pavilion master Zuo Yuesheng.

All the fleeing people could only squeeze here, and even though there were Shanhaige disciples presiding over the order, it was still stuffed with water. Most of the old people died during the long journey, and the rest fell and couldn't get up again in this push. Some mothers struggled to lift their children, otherwise they would turn into a new puddle of mud under the feet of adults in the blink of an eye. But often the mother, along with the child, is squeezed to the ground and trampled by hundreds of feet.

Cold weather.

The blood of the fallen person quickly froze, silently.

The Shanhaige disciple's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Zuo Yuesheng and the others guarded the city gate. On the surface, it was to prevent the demon clan and spies from the Great Wilderness from infiltrating the city, but in fact, they knew very well that "checking the road and checking the body" was false, and they set up city gates and gates. The real purpose is to control the number of refugees entering the city.

At present, Meicheng has become a cistern that receives three-way torrents and is on the verge of collapse.

"Back off! Show the way!!" The disciples of Shanhaige were hoarse.

He didn't dare to put all the refugees into Meicheng, but he didn't dare to directly reject all the refugees out of the city, which would make the already noisy crowd explode in an instant - tens of thousands of refugees, even the casual cultivators among them. No matter how small the proportion is, it is also a terrifying force when it gathers to attack the city gate!

"The earth dragon turned over, the earth dragon turned over... ah!!!"

The carpenter who was shouting nervously with the bamboo basket on his back screamed, covered his throat, and staggered back.

Twisted black smoke rose from the ground.

The bloody corpse in the black smoke crawled up from the ground with the crackling sound of ice slag! The living corpse pounced on the crowd, the knuckles of the smashed fingers bent strangely, deeply grabbed the flesh and blood, and bitten like a beast. In the blink of an eye, sharp screams came one after another.

"Living corpses eat people! Living corpses eat people!"

I don't know who shouted first, and the crowd of refugees outside the city gate completely rioted.

The Shanhaige disciple, who had been calm at first, also exploded with a "hum" on the scalp at this time. It was the first time they had seen such a terrifying sight! As the saying goes, "When a person dies, there is a soul, and the soul returns to the miasma." After a person dies, unless there are special measures, the soul will float into the miasma fog. The Miasma Moon has been arriving, and the Miasma fog will seal the city, otherwise the dead and wild ghosts will never appear around the city.

At this moment, the unbreakable truth of "dead souls enter the miasma" is broken before their eyes!

Plumes of black smoke rose from the ground, and mournful wailing penetrated the eardrums.

Dead souls do not return! The world has fallen!

"Calm! Calm! Don't push!!! Don't squeeze!" The Shanhai Pavilion disciples sacrificed their swords and killed the corpse that suddenly came back to life for some unknown reason. The pavilion master and the Buddha must have a way to remove the filth! Rescue the souls of the dead! Everyone calm down—ah!”

"Quiet your grandfather!"

A loose cultivator wearing a brown robe held a short spear in his hand, the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and his cheeks twisted horribly.

The disciples of Shanhaige covered their throats, trembling and flexing their fingers, trying to recall the flying swords hovering in the crowd. The other Shanhai disciples who were guarding the city gate slashed the living corpse with a spinning knife, and it was too late to save them. As soon as the brown robe loose repairer sent his arm, the red spear pierced the throat of the disciple of Shanhaige, and the tip of the spear emerged from the back of his neck.

The scattered cultivator pumped his backhand, and the warm blood poured upwards and splashed onto the gate fence.

"Maojia!"

The remaining Shanhai disciples shouted and turned around to capture the Red Spear Loose Cultivator.