Disaster Shelter

Of course, Fangdaomen couldn't sit still and sent people to sneak out several times, or used carrier pigeons to ask for help, but all of these help never came back.

Maybe it's a good thing for them not to write back.

Because they didn't know that all the martial arts forces in southern Hunan had been taken over by Shijiazhuang, and the few remaining sects were also in a similar situation to Fangdaomen.

As soon as they unify southern Hunan, they will march elsewhere and bring the entire Great Martial Arts Forest into the sphere of influence of Shijiazhuang.

In less than half a month, the power of Shijiazhuang has grown exponentially, and there are already ten thousand disciples, each of whom can be regarded as a master in the world.

One after another, the sects fell into the hands of Shijiazhuang, and their disciples changed to practice the skills of Shijiazhuang, becoming neither human nor ghost.

At the foot of Jidu Mountain, Shi Buyou stuck out his tongue and licked his eyebrows, looking at the high mountain gate of Fangdaomen, he was already a little impatient.

If it wasn't for Fang Dao Sect's desire to retain more masters to learn the new Lying Corpse Magic Art, they would have charged forward long ago, killing all the members of this sect.

This Fangdaomen really thinks that his tortoise shell magical skills are invincible in the world?

Then in front of the new lying corpse magic skill, he is a scumbag!

In the corpse's eyes, there was a flash of black smoke. In his eyes, there was thick black smoke on Fangdaomen Mountain, and the black smoke formed a shivering grimace.

This means that Fangdaomen is in fear, and everyone inside the mountain gate is in danger. If they attack the mountain gate at this time, most people will surrender.

This skill no longer belongs to the category of martial arts, it is the ability of the ancestors to keep dead bodies alive.

A few days ago, the people in the corpse farm moved back a corpse.

This corpse woke up in Shijiazhuang, claiming to be the ancestor of Shijiazhuang, the zombie king who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Whether it is the title of the ancestor or the zombie king, they are all called by the other party, so I don't know whether it is true or not.

However, the overwhelming strength of the old ancestor cannot be faked. He gave Shijiazhuang a set of peerless magical skills, and the disciples of Shijiazhuang who practiced this martial arts became the first-class masters in the world in just a few days, and their strength soared by ten More than double.

And the only requirement that the ancestors gave to this set of magical skills was to let the corpse farm expand rapidly so that more people could learn this new magical skill of laying corpses.

Shi Buyou waved his hand: The time is ripe, and it's time to close the net, children, let's do it!

Those Shijiazhuang disciples showed ferocious expressions one after another, howled like wolves, and rushed towards the mountain gate of Fangdaomen screaming strangely.

The mountain gate of Fangdaomen is built on the cliff, and the only way to climb it is through a cableway.

This ropeway has long been put away by the people of Fangdaomen, and the remaining sides are surrounded by cliffs. Normally, the disciples of Shijiazhuang cannot go up.

But I didn't expect these disciples from Shijiazhuang to lie directly on the cliff and climb to the top of the mountain like a gecko!

The disciples of Fangdao Sect were so frightened that their hands and feet were numb. The guys in black in front of them no longer looked like people in the martial arts, but more like ogre ghosts in ghost novels.

At one entrance of the mountain gate, seven or eight Fangdaomen disciples guarded here, and a man with a parted hair in the middle commanded here.

This man is the big brother of Fangdaomen, his name is Wu Kai.

Because he can tie with third-rate masters, and even with master-level masters, his nickname is 50-50.

Wu Kai looked at the Shijiazhuang disciples who kept climbing up from the bottom of the mountain, his scalp felt a little numb, and immediately ordered his juniors and sisters to throw rolling logs, stones, and kerosene down the mountain.

He must not watch these guys climb up. If these guys are allowed to climb up, their fate may be more terrifying than death.

A dainty-looking woman from the Fangdao Sect took out a bag of lime powder and sprinkled it down.

The disciple of Shijiazhuang who was crawling was suddenly dazzled. The woman seized the opportunity, lifted a stone weighing several tens of catties, and threw it at the disciple of Shijiazhuang.

Because his eyes were blinded by the lime powder, the Shijiazhuang disciple didn't dodge and was hit directly by a big stone.

The female hero's face was filled with joy, such a heavy stone was thrown from such a high place, even a first-class expert would have his head bruised, and she took out an attacker.

However, the female hero was not happy for a few seconds, and a look of fear appeared on her face.

The Shijiazhuang disciple was indeed hit by a stone, his skull was deformed and his cheek was shattered into several pieces, but...he is not dead yet!

His hands were still firmly grasping the rock wall, a terrifying smile appeared on his broken face, and he climbed towards the top of the mountain like a spider. The degree of terror was no less than that of Wen Wen who was crawling outside in the middle of the night.

The female hero trembled and took two steps back, with no fighting spirit in her heart. As a child of the Jianghu, she always regarded herself as a female man, and she would kill the enemy without blinking her eyes.

But the sight in front of her aroused her fear. These guys who are besieging the mountain gate are not human at all!

Just as Shi Buyou said, after being besieged for several days, coupled with repeated pressure, the spirit of these Fangdaomen disciples has reached its limit. As long as they show overwhelming strength, they will lose the will to resist.

Junior sister, what's wrong?

Just as Wu Kai pushed a disciple from Shijiazhuang down the mountain, he noticed the strangeness of this heroine.

Brother, I... ah!

A scarlet tongue protruded from the rock wall behind the heroine, wrapping around her slender waist.

The mucus-covered tongue squirmed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a heavily tied posture. The Shijiazhuang disciple with a broken face slowly climbed up with his big mouth open.

Not only did the female hero fall here, but also disciples from Shijiazhuang climbed up from other disciples.

After getting close enough, Wu Kai saw the faces of these guys clearly, and couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

There were stiff plaques on their tongues, faces and arms, no breathing and no warmth on their skin.

Perhaps these disciples of Shijiazhuang can no longer be called human beings, but corpses like monsters!

They are just children of the rivers and lakes, not superpowers who catch ghosts and subdue demons, and they have no resistance in the face of this scene.

Those male disciples who wanted to resist were brutally dismembered by these corpses, and the corpses were eaten by them as a delicacy.

Those who surrendered were fed a pill by these corpses. After taking it, they became stiff and sat there blankly, with no expression in their eyes.

And the female disciples, no matter whether they resisted or not, were tied up by these corpses with their tongues.

They were not given pills because there were other uses.

The corpses will arrange for them to learn the new magic technique of laying corpses, and after they are finished, they will be sent to the room of their ancestors.

So far, nearly a thousand female disciples from various sects have been sent into that room, but none of them have come out alive.

Wu Kai took a deep breath, feeling a little desperate, wanting to put down his shield so that he could at least survive.

But just as he let go of his hand, he held it tightly again.

He is the big disciple of Fang Dao Sect, others can surrender, but he cannot!