Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Among them, a fair-faced young man who looked a bit dull but had soft brows walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him silently.

It was Fang Zhiyuan, who had a close relationship with Liu Weiming, the head of the sect. He was not good at words, but had a kind disposition, so he was very close to Liu Weiming, who was kind to others.

Song Le looked at it indifferently, and then turned his eyes to the person who satirized her yin and yang yesterday. He seemed to be quite a status and capable one among the peak masters. He was dressed in luxurious brocade clothes, with his chin raised and his eyes arrogant.

what do you say that is?

Song Le remained calm and recalled carefully.

It was only after a while that he remembered that his name was Shen Aofeng, and he was at odds with Song Wuyou. He couldn't understand Song Wuyou's femininity, meanness, and pretentiousness, and Song Wuyou also hated his superior posture.

Not long after, Liu Weiming looked towards the temple, and the precarious ruined temple was trembling, and there was a bang, and a billow of black smoke came out from the top of the temple, and the behemoth inside seemed to be getting more and more anxious and unable to hold back The bloodthirsty desire, eager to break through this restriction, is confusing.

Rao knew that this was just a book, but the situation was too realistic, the strong burning and oppressive feeling, and the blood in the air made Song Le involuntarily turn serious, and put his hand on his Saber 'unsolvable' above.

"Isn't Head Song afraid?" Shen Aofeng glanced over and smiled disdainfully.

Song Le smiled back, and said coldly: "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, I'm afraid that Lord Shen Feng will die before me in a while!"

"You—" Before he could finish speaking, the temple gate shattered into tatters with a bang, dust and hot flames all over the sky hit their faces, everyone was caught off guard, and then mad snakes were sprayed from all directions Like poisonous flames, Liu Tingfeng's disciples nearby who had no time to escape either stunned or screamed, but were engulfed in the flames in just one breath, and the living people turned into ashes in front of them.

And the scene after that was even more terrifying.

The nine-headed red snake that lost its restraint grew rapidly, and within a few blinks, it grew into a real giant, with a thick snake body standing upright, and each head opened its mouth wide, dripping black saliva that exudes a rancid smell. liquid, and made hissing and urgent sharp sounds one after another.

In front of it, Song Le and others are like ants to elephants.

Song Le reacted very quickly to dodge the black liquid, but there were also a few people who were dumbfounded by the black liquid, and their clothes were corroded to the flesh, and soon the bones were exposed, and the screams were unbearable!

But now everyone just wants to protect themselves.

"Brother Weiming, be careful!" Only Fang Zhiyuan pulled the stunned Liu Weiming in time.

"Not an easy guy to deal with, huh?" A rough male voice said haha ​​with a little pressure, Song Le frowned, and kept dodging, ignoring anyone - this dungeon is really a bit scary.

She is not the protagonist, and she doesn't have the kind of luck that she can't be killed no matter how hard she fights!

Liu Weiming's voice, trying to calm down, came: "Its weakness lies in the eyes! As long as the eyes are blind, that head is useless!"

Hearing that, after they circled the giant snake for a while, some people couldn't hold back their swords and flew up, circled around and rushed towards the snake head engraved with Chilian beads in the middle.

At the critical moment, the sword body was only one finger away from the snake's head. The moment the man leaned over and stretched out his hand, showing a greedy smile, the snake's tail pierced through the brain, blood and brains splashed, and the corpse entered the Chilian snake's mouth. The sword seemed to lose its spirit. The brilliance disappeared, and it fell into an ordinary iron sword, which fell on the baked and cracked ground.

Song Le stared up in a daze, when suddenly something splashed on her cheek, she raised her hand to wipe it, and the white bloody liquid was so warm and real that it was unbelievable...