Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

Come outside the military tent.

A pile of corpses were neatly arranged in the center of the barracks, with limbs and arms broken, bloody and bloody.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air.

"General Wang, these are the corpses of thieves." The captain said respectfully.

"En!" Wang Hao nodded.

Crouch down and examine the body.

Squinting his eyes, the pupil technique quietly operated, and traces of black magic energy lingered on the surface of the corpse.

It hasn't been gone for a long time.

"These corpses are not ordinary bandits." Qi Shiyun said in a deep voice.

The phoenix's eyes were bright, the divine fire was flowing, and his face gradually became dignified. He immediately realized that this matter was not simple.

"You also noticed something was wrong?" Wang Hao said.

Slowly stood up, turned to look at her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and explained: "Their three souls and seven souls are incomplete, and someone is controlling them behind the scenes..."

"Controlling the soul? Is it the method of the Heavenly Demon Sect's Soul Absorption?" Qi Shiyun guessed.

"I didn't expect you to know a lot." Wang Hao praised.

Through the [Pupil of Breaking Delusion], a kind of aura that is unique to the [Heavenly Demon Freedom Sutra] was found on these corpses.

If the guess is correct, behind these bandits and rogues is a powerful master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Frowning, he muttered to himself, "This sneak attack is getting more and more interesting."

The Nether Cult's ambushes did not wait, but found the traces of the Tianmomen.

"Of course!" Qi Shiyun proudly raised her head.

"Old Wang, what happened, why is it related to Tianmomen again?" Xiao Luo asked nervously.

Hearing the conversation between the two of them, I immediately found that there was something strange about this matter.

With a wrinkled face and a serious expression, he ran over.

Since leaving the capital, he has not felt any sense of security.

Like a frightened bird.

"Perhaps we have already been targeted by the people of Tianmomen." Wang Hao said.

With cold eyes, he looked around the dark environment around him.

"Huh? Then what should we do?!" Xiao Luo panicked.

Six gods without masters!

"Cold salad!" Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders.

I don't care.

Turning around and walking into the tent, halfway there, she found Qi Shiyun standing where she was, and did not follow.

Turning to look at her, reminded: "His Royal Highness, it's late at night, you should rest."

Qi Shiyun ignored him, and instead explained with a serious face: "It is rumored that Tianmomen has a secret technique of moving souls. The caster can remotely control dead bodies, and the method is strange and inexplicable."

"Zheng!"

The voice just fell.

There was a melodious and ethereal sound of the piano under the silent night sky.

"What sound?" General Wu asked cautiously.

"Where is the sound of the piano in the barren mountains and wild forests?" Xiao Luo asked suspiciously.

He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his eyes showed doubts, and he murmured to himself, "Is there a female ghost playing the piano near here?"

"Be careful! There is something wrong with the sound of the piano." Wang Hao reminded.

The words fall.

The ultimate murderous aura boiled in his body, forming a scarlet murderous aura shield on his body surface.

Murderous body protection!
Holding the magic sword in his hand, he stared at the direction of the sound of the piano in the distance like a falcon.

Bursts of zither sounds surged and soon covered the entire barracks.

next second.

His expression changed drastically, he sensed a terrible crisis, and shouted: "No, go back!"

boom!
The corpses of bandits piled up neatly in front suddenly exploded, and the terrifying demonic energy rolled violently, bursting out with destructive power, sweeping all directions.

Flesh and blood fly!
"Oh my god! The body exploded!" Xiao Luo screamed again and again.

His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his armor was shattered, revealing the majestic and majestic deity pattern on his shoulders.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light bloomed.

God possessed!

The skyrocketing cultivation allowed him to survive the sudden explosion.

"Are you okay!?" Wang Hao asked with concern.

She looked down at Qi Shiyun in her arms.

At the first moment when he sensed the crisis, Jinghong's body skills were activated to the extreme, turning into a stream of light, throwing her to the ground, avoiding the sneak attack of destruction.

"It's okay!" Qi Shiyun said with lingering fear.

Yu's face was pale, her heart was beating violently, and she hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

Immediately.

Feeling the hot breath coming from my ears, I found myself lying in a hot and firm embrace.

The posture is very indecent!

With a sound of 'shua', his face turned red in an instant, and he said angrily, "Can you get up, you are pressed on Bengong's body, and you can't even breathe."

Resembling anger and anger, full of the shy posture of the little daughter.

"There is a problem with the sound of the piano, everyone quickly exercise their skills to resist the sound of the piano." Wang Hao reminded loudly.

Stand up.

Wuxia admired the shy appearance of the beauty below her, turned into an afterimage and rushed to the place where the sound of the piano came from.

however.

Others in the barracks were not as lucky as they were.

The soldiers near the corpse were the first to bear the brunt. They were blown to pieces in this big explosion, and they had no ability to resist.

Flesh sprayed, flying all over the sky, limbs and arms were broken, and there were a lot of casualties.

The fire is soaring!

"Enemy attack! Protect Her Royal Highness!"

"Help! Help me, I don't want to die..."

The wailing continued, and one painful scream after another sounded in the barracks.

In an instant.

Of the eight hundred guards and soldiers, more than half were killed or injured, and the barracks were in chaos.

At this time, General Wu was miserable, and with his profound cultivation of the God Transformation Realm, he could barely resist this devastating explosion.

Covered in blood, he lay motionless on the ground, unable to move.

"What an insidious sneak attack... One ring after another." Qi Shiyun's face was livid.

Standing up, looking at the shocking scene around me, my stomach was overwhelmed.

Suppressing the feeling of vomiting and dizziness, he came to General Wu and Ronaldinho, and was relieved to find that their lives were not in danger.

Immediately turned his attention to the chaotic scene around him, and shouted sharply: "All the soldiers quickly condense the battle formation, and work together to resist the magic sound."

The sound of the piano is still ringing, and there is no sign of stopping.

All the soldiers who heard the sound of the zither were all demonic, arousing the desire to kill in their hearts, their eyes were blood red, and they swung their weapons and slashed at their companions around them.

"Kill! Kill! Kill you!"

"Bury all enemies!"

The sound of fighting sounded one after another.

Blood fog filled the air.

see.

Qi Shiyun's complexion changed suddenly, and she exclaimed in surprise: "This is... the eight sounds of the demon?"

The flames bloomed, and two fire phoenixes flew out from the eyes, surrounding the whole body.

Ignore the scene of cannibalism nearby.

The cultivation base in the early stage of Transforming God Realm was running crazily, and the red clothes turned into a fire shadow, chasing the direction where Wang Hao disappeared.

As long as the sound of the Heavenly Devil's zither is not extinguished, the tragic scene before him will not disappear...unless the last drop of blood is shed and the last enemy is killed.

"Where is the evildoer!" Wang Haowei shouted.

Step out, and the body appears a thousand meters away.

His eyes glowed with a cold light, and he stared at the pitch-black dead wood forest in front of him for a moment.

Slash in the air!
A cold light came first, followed by a long sword like a dragon.

The sword glow containing the killing spirit, like a bright torch, instantly illuminates the entire world.

boom!
In a trance.

A beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes, wearing a long black gauze dress, playing the piano with both hands, cross-legged in the dead wood forest, and the ghostly shadow surged all over her body.

"You are Wang Hao, known as the number one sharp swordsman in Daxia Prison?"

The cold and crisp voice resounded throughout the deadwood forest.

Cooperating with the terrifying sound of the piano, the deadly night adds a touch of weird artistic conception.