After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

Zhao Chengjun looked at the Yan family army that was about to die in front of him, and tightened his hand holding the tiger talisman.

Most of them are retired veterans of the Yan family army, full of meritorious service, but they will accompany him to die in the end.

His humble life is worth a fortune.

A veteran soldier looked resolute and did not back down, "Master Military Advisor, I am willing to go with you, please give an order."

The other Yan family soldiers also performed a military salute to express their determination.

They can't go back.

Behind them is family and home.

So knowing it is a dead end, but still willing to continue.

Zhao Chengjun let out a long breath and became ruthless.

Yan Xunlin had already crushed the jade plaque and asked Zhengyangmen for help.

As long as he can take a group of people out to feed the beasts with his body, delay the time for the beast hordes to attack the protective shield, and last until the immortal head of Zhengyangmen comes, then Yanyang City will be saved.

He is always called a shocking talent by Yan Xunlin, but facing the absolute disparity of power, all tricks are futile, and he is at the end of his rope.

The only way is to delay the longest time with the least casualties.

He was about to order—

"Hey, hey, Mr. Zhao, we meet again?"

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow fell from the sky like a shooting star, and then a teenager sitting crookedly on a chair stopped in front of him holding a heavy golden belt.

Zhao Chengjun: "???"

what the hell? !

Why are you still holding his belt! ?

"why you?!"

Zhao Chengjun quickly recognized that this was one of the poor ghosts in the prison, "How did you get out of the prison?!"

"Of course it's a jailbreak."

Song Xi answered as a matter of course, and then nodded self-consciously, with a teachable appearance: "Mr. Zhao, I heard about you. You are very brave, but don't be brave first."

Song Xi reached out and patted Zhao Chengjun's shoulder: "You rest on this matter first, we will come."

When she and her senior brothers and sisters rushed to the city lord's mansion, they only saw the city lord Yan Xunlin who was motionless on the chair, with a purse stuffed in his mouth, staring anxiously.

With Yan Xunlin leading the way, he finally found him.

Zhao Chengjun was taken aback for a moment, and saw that the delicate woman arrested by Bailirui in the Xiaoguan Pavilion was holding the Lord of Yanyang City, Yan Xunlin, who was not moved by him.

He also looked dazed.

Zhao Chengjun was taken aback for a moment, thought of the possibility, and asked in surprise, "Excuse me... are you the fairy elders sent by Zhengyangmen?"

Song Xi shook his head and hurriedly avoided suspicion: "We are not the people from Zhengyangmen, but you can call us Lei Feng."

It's too damn unlucky to be recognized as Zhengyangmen.

Zhao Chengjun immediately realized that even if they weren't the immortal head of Zhengyangmen, this group of people were obviously monks.

"Lei, Immortal Lei Feng, I was the one who couldn't see Mount Tai..."

Song Xi was taken aback by the caller, and quickly stopped his stumbling apology, changed the subject, and began to discuss, "Mr. Zhao, can you lend me the golden belt for a while?"

She wanted to experience how heavy the clothes of rich people really are.

Zhao Chengjun: "???"

"But...you can."

His clever mind was no longer enough.

what with what?

If he hadn't watched this man fly down from the sky, his companion would still be holding the burly city lord lightly in one hand.

He would really suspect that this person was pretending to be a monk to engage in fraud.

With approval, Song Xi tied the heavy golden belt around his waist in satisfaction.

The moment she put it on, she almost dropped her pants.

Song Xi's face darkened: "..."

Sure enough, she, a poor ghost, is not worthy of experiencing the troubles of rich people.

"May I ask when the Immortal Chief will leave?" Zhao Chengjun glanced at the crack in the protective cover.

He can't understand things in the world of cultivating immortals, but he knows that the situation is urgent.

"You're welcome, just call me Song Xi." Just as Song Xi was about to take out her messaging stone, she remembered that her messaging stone had already been swallowed by that little bird.

She turned her head and looked at Ye Wangyou, who was playing with Yan Xunlin in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other, scaring Yan Xunlin, who was strong and tough, into a cold sweat.

"..."

Song Xi was silent for a while, and finally looked at Wei Qinghuai, "Fourth senior brother, how is the senior brother?"

Wei Qinghuai held the communication stone and nodded: "Yes, the elder brother said he can repair it, but after repairing it, we won't be able to get in. Let's prepare for our lives."

Song Xi clicked his tongue softly: "No problem, then let's go now."

She found out that the thing she did the most after wearing the book was to run for her life.

Ye Wangyou was frightened, afraid that she would put Yan Xunlin, who had not held his head firmly, on the ground, and took out two flying talismans.

Song Xi turned around and told Zhao Chengjun in a rare and serious manner, "Martial Master Zhao, my elder brother can repair the formation and the protective cover. We are responsible for going out to divert the beast tide to buy time. Please also take the Yan family army to guard the city lord's mansion. Let the idlers wait in and disturb."

"Can it be done?"

Zhao Chengjun is suspicious by nature, but he doesn't really trust this group of poor ghosts who escaped from prison.

But now, he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He seriously promised: "Xian... Brother Song, don't worry."

Obtaining the promise, Song Xi directly drove the little flying chair to catch up with Ye Wangyou and Wei Qinghuai, and the three of them quickly came to the protective shield.

Once the protective cover is opened, it is not allowed to enter.

Standing in front of the protective shield now, they simply watched those spirit beasts rush to their faces, and then were squeezed and deformed by the protective shield and bounced back.

The visual effects are extraordinarily terrifying.

Wei Qinghuai opened his eyes slightly: "Which one of us will go out first?"

Ye Wangyou swallowed, and looked at Wei Qinghuai: "Men first?"

Song Xi rubbed his chin: "I'll do it!"

Without hesitation, she raised her hand to caress the contract ring, and let out a confused but excited Erha.

But it soon lost its excitement.

Because its unreliable owner rarely hugged it gently, and then threw it out without hesitation.

Song Xi flicked his arm: "Go!"

"???"

As soon as he was summoned, he vacated his feet and flew out directly, with the bloody mouths of several spirit beasts under his feet.

Erha was dumbfounded.

[Erha: Damn Song Xi, you goddamn...]

Song Xi cut off the mental link calmly, turned around and smiled obediently at the stunned Ye Wangyou and Wei Qinghuai, "Let's go."

Erha is the descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox, the blood power of the auspicious beast, which is still very oppressive to the outside beast tide, which has mixed good and bad low-level spiritual beasts.

The furry three-tailed tail grew wildly behind him, his blue pupils were slightly red, and the auspicious beast's aura of golden danqi crushed the spirit beast overwhelmingly.

The few low-level spirit beasts below immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, shut their mouths tightly in fright, and even fawned over them together to catch Erha in the air.

Erha looked back at its 2b owner triumphantly.

However, Song Xi didn't pay attention to its handsome scene at all. Instead, he took out the medicine king's inheritance scroll, and turned out an alchemy furnace with a golden crow carved on it.

[Erha:? ? ? 】

Do you need to make alchemy in public to deal with the beast horde?