Idle game leads to another world

In the square of Baofeng Village, the followers of the Tianlang Cult turned their backs to the bonfire, listening to the drum beats and rhythms coming from behind, and actually wanted to look back to see what was going on.

But they were ordered to keep an eye on the entrance and exit of the square and not let anyone come to make trouble, so they tried not to look sideways.

Behind them, there was a throne, and the least human corpse ghost king, one of the four kings of the Tianlang Cult, sat on it, drinking tea from the specialty of southern Xinjiang slowly.

The reason why he was the least human was that his skin was pale and looked like a floating corpse. He wore a hideous mask for a long time to cover his face that had swollen beyond recognition.

In the magic world, he would probably be regarded as an undead creature, so he looked like a human.

He knew that someone would definitely come to stop the ceremony tonight. Even if those people chasing clues did not come, it was obviously not a coincidence that the crazy monk Du Chun appeared in southern Xinjiang. Maybe he would do it himself.

So when the ceremony started, he immediately set up the formation and waited for people to take the bait.

The southern border strategy is an important part of the leader's plan. If he can personally create a great witch, the southern border will certainly be in the same mind with the Western Region.

With the help of this group of mysterious witches, the leader's great cause will naturally be more certain.

So only success is allowed, not failure. If the leader's good deeds are ruined, even if the corpse ghost king is one of the four heavenly kings, he will definitely not get any good.

Just when he was thinking about when the troublemaker would come, he heard a sharp whistle flying into the sky, and then a burst of fireworks exploded with a snap.

"Sure enough! Prepare for battle!"

The corpse ghost king threw away the tea bowl and stood up suddenly. The members of the Tianlang Cult who had been waiting for a long time drew their scimitars.

At the same time, a row of black shadows emerged from the bamboo building on one side of the square and threw something over.

At first, they thought it was a hidden weapon, and the members of the Tianlang Cult waved their knives to try to block it, but when they hit it down, they found that it was just a wax ball the size of a thumb.

Whether these wax balls are broken or fall to the ground, a lot of smoke will immediately come out. The Tianlang Cult just wanted to fight back with a rain of arrows, but they were immediately smoked by the smoke and couldn't open their eyes. For a while, coughing broke out.

"I wondered who it was, it turned out to be the thief from the Sixteenth Village!"

The Corpse Ghost King recognized that this was the unique smoke ball of the Sixteenth Village, which was usually used when they were escaping.

Although it looks magical, the size of the smoke ball clearly tells you that this thing can't emit smoke for a long time like a smoke bomb.

But just covering the vision for this moment is enough.

One by one, the figures with their faces covered to avoid inhaling smoke emerged from the white smoke and chopped anyone they saw. Several Tianlang Cult members who were caught off guard were chopped down on the spot.

The Corpse Ghost King was not in a hurry at all. After all, there was an absolute advantage in numbers. A few thieves who stole chickens and dogs would be chopped into meat paste in a short time. Compared with them, the Corpse Ghost King needed to guard against the crazy monk Du Chun who was invisible.

So he still stood there with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring it.

Under the cover of smoke, Yang Yiyi used a move called "Double Dragons Shooting Out of the Sea" to sweep away the members of the Tianlang Sect that appeared on both sides. She turned around and kicked them hard, knocking down several of them.

The people of the Sixteen Villages were all flexible and swift in their actions. Yang Yiyi's move was like a tornado destroying the parking lot, which was particularly eye-catching.

The so-called great heroes serve the country and the people.

But Yang Yiyi's view is different. She believes that those who serve the country and the people are heroes, and those who see injustice and come to fight are also heroes. There is no distinction between heroes.

But she didn't expect that one day she would really fight for the country and the people.

Yang Yiyi, I'm on fire!

"I do have some strength. I am the Wolf Master. Let me meet you..."

"I don't have time to deal with you!"

"Ah!"

Not all of the members of the Heavenly Wolf Sect are soldiers. There are also Wolf Masters and Vanguards, two types of commanders of the Heavenly Wolf Sect. Seeing Yang Yiyi killing people everywhere, they wanted to come up and fight. As a result, they were hit by a steel mace on the spot, and their heads were sunken. They didn't even scream, and fell to the ground and died.

Yang Yiyi's biggest advantage is that she is invincible against the lower ones. Her exaggerated muscle and bone properties allow her to beat the Heavenly Wolf Sect members crying for their parents with brute force even without using internal strength.

However, saying that Yang Yiyi can defeat thousands of people is really just an exaggerated rhetoric. As the smoke began to weaken, the advantage of numbers began to gradually emerge.

After all, there are less than twenty people in the Sixteen Villages plus Yang Yiyi, while there are at least hundreds of Heavenly Wolf Sect members in the square.

Even if one fights ten, it is not an advantage, let alone two fists cannot beat four hands. Even the most capable people will be at a loss if they are trapped in it.

For example, many places call people above level 50 as 10,000 enemies. It is not that they can fight 10,000 alone, but that they cannot be killed by the number of people. In the worst case, they can run away.

And Yang Yiyi and her group are obviously not at this level.

At first, they took advantage of the smoke and chopped down several people on the spot, but immediately the members of the Tianlang Cult began to take advantage of the number of people and pressed everyone back.

Yang Yiyi can indeed open a gap, but others can't keep up.

She rushed into the crowd and was invincible, but she was not completely immune to attacks. There were enemies on all sides. If she rushed forward, the corpse ghost king would attack. Yang Yiyi had no choice but to retreat to the side of the people in the Sixteenth Village to take care of them.

If she continued, let alone stopping the ceremony, the people in the Sixteenth Village would be exhausted to death, and Yang Yiyi herself could not rush through.

If things go wrong, before the reinforcements arrive, everyone will be eliminated by the Tianlang Cult.

No wonder the Corpse Ghost King stood there without moving. With such a small number of people, he was not worthy of taking action personally.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, several figures dressed in southern Xinjiang appeared under the thick smoke. Some of them stood there like guards. The smallest Ran Xiaoyi was holding a snake staff and jumping left and right.

Or it could be said that she was dancing, and under the cover of the smoke, she had almost jumped.

When Ran Xiaoyi's figure was completely revealed, she waved the snake staff. At first glance, there was nothing special, but the people of the Tianlang Cult seemed to have seen something terrible. They couldn't help but retreat quickly, and they patted themselves while running.

This was because they saw that the blood of the people who were chopped down turned into colorful poisonous snakes, crawling up along their clothes.

The poisonous snakes in southern Xinjiang are not a joke. If you are bitten, even gods can't save you. They were scared and panicked.

The fact that there were witches and wizards assisting the Central Plains people was something the Tianlang Cult had never expected, and they had not made any preparations for it.

In fact, this was a pure illusion, and anyone who calmed down and carefully identified it would be able to see through it. But when seeing a poisonous snake crawling up their legs, how many people could really calm down?