The Republic of China Demon Cloud Records

The sky was clear and cloudless, the scorching sun was hanging in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. The human monks and monster warriors had a temporary truce, and their exhausted bodies and high-pressure spirits were stretched to the brink of collapse.

Whew, wheeze... Suddenly, a young monk in the silent crowd who could only hear the sound of gasps spoke. His face was covered with blood, and he was holding a longevity lock tightly. His master was fighting just now. It fell away, leaving behind a longevity lock as a thought.

The little boy's face was tense, his eyes first filled with hatred and then became hollow, and tears dripped down: "Why do we keep fighting, can't we stop?"

He was afraid. He was originally a carefree little disciple, with senior brothers and masters protecting him, and junior junior brothers who could guide him. However, when the war between humans and demons started, he lost a lot.

The eyes of a monk with a broken arm next to him were red with hatred, and he replied angrily: "How can we not avenge such a deep hatred!"

On the other side, a thin female monk said: "A deep hatred..."

Her lips are dry and peeling, and her lovely little daughter has a single Lingen physique. Although the aura is thin now, she just wants that child to live an ordinary life: "Yes...at this point, no one can turn back , we must kill a future."

She muttered to herself, as if she was persuading herself, and she seemed to have persuaded everyone else. She spread the word louder and louder. The monsters who were close to the monk also heard these words and spat angrily. He took a sip: "Hey, we are living a good life, but it's because you suddenly locked us up!"

The cultivator on the side picked up his sword as if he was going to fight, and the cursed monster picked up his weapon without showing weakness: "Damn it, come on, if you are pierced, you will fight. I am afraid of you?"

The monks stood up, and the people on both sides were about to touch each other again, but no one moved easily. A monster said, "We don't want to fight either. Damn, if you kill monsters, can't we kill people?"

Another monk retorted: "If you don't kill people, we won't kill you!" The debate started, but it was destined to be fruitless. I don't know who the two sides are fighting again. fight together.

The sun is getting stronger, but there are people who are destined not to see the night sky tonight. In the laboratory, Meng Er and Su Yuer rescued the group of experimental subjects, and the body structure of the experimental subjects was damaged.

Among them are not only ordinary human children and children with spiritual roots, but also cubs of monsters and adult monsters. Menger counted the past little by little. Those monsters and humans whose minds have collapsed due to experiments, he came They were all killed for safety reasons.

Meng Er's body was stained with a lot of blood, and the researchers on the side were trembling with fright: "Monster... monster..." The captured experimental subjects had no way to resist them.

After a long time, they all forgot that monsters actually possess great power. Meng Er gently pressed the ground with his hand, and for some reason, many vines grew out of the underground of the laboratory.

The speed and form of growth almost overturned their knowledge. An oriental experimenter took out a pistol from under the table and fired several shots at the vines.

The bullet pierced through the vine and was entangled by the newly grown branches when the second shot was fired. Soon, all the bullets in the magazine were shot out: "You... you monsters, what are you going to do..."

Meng Er looked at these researchers. He manipulated the branches to tie them up. The branches clung to their necks, and his limbs lifted them from the ground. The legs of the researchers were dangling, as if they were very disturbed. A lot of vine scraps were buckled, but it couldn't reduce the feeling of suffocation: "You...killing...is...breaking the law..."

Their voices are very low, and occasionally a little Japanese language is mixed in their words. Some researchers were crawled all over their bodies by ants, and the toxins of the ants penetrated into their blood and spread throughout their bodies numbly. He had no choice but to lie on the ground, consciously and weakly let the insects slaughter him.

If she survived, she might have a psychological shadow on all the ants, Su Yuer snorted coldly, and brushed her hair: "You guys are ashamed to talk about this, these people who were captured by the demons, You have done far more evil than us."

The eyes of the researcher who was bitten by the ants turned black, and he felt his head was so hot that he couldn't think. There were countless pimples on his body, and he couldn't help rolling on the ground because of the itchiness. There were many bloodstains on his fingernails: "Ah, ah, It's too bad, you killed me, you killed me."

Su Yuer raised her eyebrows, touched her red lips with her fingers and blew him a kiss: "Don't worry, how could you die so easily, aren't those monsters and people very innocent?"

A researcher was strangled by the cane and almost breathless, his eyes rolled upwards, and his feet were thumping. After hearing Su Yuer's words, he couldn't help retorting: "Nonsense, you monsters, why do you want to do this for the sake of your life?" Human revenge, you just want to kill..."

As soon as Meng Er retracted his hands, those vines tightened them, the whites of the researcher's eyes turned up, he lost all the strength to clasp his hands, and passed out with his hands hanging on his sides.

Seeing that they were almost ready to clean up, Meng Er and Su Yu'er just packed them away, and they were escorting these people to join Lu Zetian and the people from Yichasi. People will deal with them by themselves, and the monsters will also deal with them on their own. judgment.

After Sui Ren came out of the mansion, he didn't know how many people he had killed and how many monsters he had wounded. Now it has no way of judging the opponent's enemy or friend, and everything that appears in front of his eyes will be destroyed by him.

The evil spirit and evil spirit in his body have been well combined. The power of the eight tails is too much to find a place to vent. It was about to turn into a prototype in seconds, a huge black cat with eight tails.

With scarlet eyes and sharp teeth, most of the enemies can be wiped out with a sweep of his tail. People think that this kind of out-of-control evildoer is the most terrifying, and suddenly many monks unite to deal with him.

It's a pity that the evil spirit and evil spirit on his body almost resisted many attacks, and there was a sentence in his mind: "Do you want strength? Do you want to save her?"

Of course Sui Ren thought, he made a deal with that voice in the sea of ​​consciousness: "How can I save her."

He couldn't even make himself think rationally, who was the voice.

His mind was full of Tangxi being taken away by Feng Zhaoyu, as well as Tangxi's painful voice. His mood had never been as much as it is now, wanting to kill people, wanting to kill all those guys.

"If you want to, give up your own human blood and completely fall into the demon way. Are you willing to do that?"

The voice asked, Sui Ren was almost going crazy, he felt full of strength, he needed to seize the time to get Feng Zhaoyu out of his lair, and then give him a good lesson before snatching back Tangxi.

He shouted in the sea of ​​consciousness: "I am willing!" He felt that the blood was about to explode from his meridians, and then he turned into a monster.

Speeding all the way, there were screams wherever he went, and his ears quivered slightly to feel the breath of Tangxi in the air.

Tangxi was sitting on a rocking bed at this moment, with a bright red wedding quilt, red window curtains, shoes made of silk and satin, and a wedding dress embroidered with gold thread.She was tied up and covered with a red hijab.

Tangxi's hair is very short, and Feng Zhaoyu actually doesn't like it very much. He thinks that girls should have black hair, but in order to marry Tangxi as soon as possible, he cut off the way out.

He didn't have time to raise her hair now, Tangxi was struggling to break free from the rope while adjusting the spiritual power in her body, she had just broken through the shackles of the immortal lock.

Now she is taking care of her body and looking for a chance to escape. She doesn't know anything about Tangxi outside. She still can't help shaking. This Feng Zhaoyu is really weird. He wants to change Tangxi into his own. , a beautiful and fertile doll.

It was the first time that Tangxi, who had grown up in the herd, encountered such a thing. She bit her lower lip and looked around the room. There were many masked monks at the door.

Tangxi felt strange. He didn't know why the monks of this sect had to wear black veils. They didn't talk to Tangxi, no matter how much Tangxi yelled, it was as if he couldn't hear him.

Tangxi rested for a while, and reluctantly walked around on the ground. The monks in front of the door thought she was air, but she was no different from air. She could only test around the edge and couldn't get out at all.

Sat down by the table, picked up fruit and snacks and gnawed viciously. Feng Zhaoyu didn't make her wait too long, and came in in a wedding dress at night, and saw Tangxi eating.

Feeling that this person should have given up struggling, he was more satisfied, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow is an auspicious day, and the marriage ceremony will start in the morning. You should rest well, and we will be married tomorrow."

The ceremony will be held tomorrow morning, and the auspicious clothes will be fully prepared for her right now, and she can tell at a glance that the other party does not want to let her have a good rest. When she opened her mouth, she found that her voice could not make a sound.

Tangxi frowned even tighter, a little angry, but there was nothing he could do here, he had to wait, wait until he could go out, she could escape, Tangxi had no way to contact other people now, but she looked at the red Zhulei is not worried at all, she seems to believe that if she troubles her friends around her, they will come to save her.

I miss you, come quickly, Tangxi's eyes are gently closed, the candlelight is flickering, and the voice of her heart is fermenting in the long night.