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Following the stimulus of the person in front of him every word, Xie Yan only felt a splitting headache, as if thousands of insects and ants were biting inside, the pain made him clench his back teeth, and pressed down the dick on the side of his mouth.

Bai Hong felt her master's state of mind on the verge of collapse, and trembled uneasily.

Wen Wu stood by and watched with condescending and haughty eyes.

Suddenly Bai Hong's body was full of light, Xie Yan raised his head, held the long sword in one hand, raised his hand and leaned forward to stab.

Seeing that his eyes were red, Wen Wu raised them thoughtfully, jumped out and closed the door panel.

So Xie Yan stabbed the door with a sword.

Wen Wu picked up the sword with one hand, flipped the door panel with the other, blocked all of the fierce attacks.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides have passed hundreds of moves.

The two swords are not ordinary, when they meet, the aura surges, shaking the fragile door panel and creaking.

Just like what Wen Wu said, they may not be able to beat him together. When Xie Yan fought him, he realized that what he said was not boasting.

Every move seems to be within the opponent's expectation, and every time the sword is thrown, it can be blocked just right.

Xie Yan was in a hurry to go out, but Wen Wu stood in front of him, as if teasing a pet, and insisted on not letting him take half a step out of the door.

I don't know if it was because they were fighting too much, but at this moment, Xie Yan suddenly heard a questioning question: "... Xie Yan, Daoist Wen, why did you fight?"

Turning his head, Pu Xinjiu was looking at them strangely. His dark purple robe had several holes burned by the fire, but he seemed to be fine: "What happened just now? I seem to have fallen asleep suddenly ..."

Xie Yan withdrew his sword and slammed his forehead several times to suppress the sharp pain in his mind.

Wen Wu also withdrew his sword, looked Pu Xinjiu up and down for a moment, he didn't seem to see anything unusual, but his tone was a bit surprised: "You're actually awake?"

However, Yue Duan and Liu Gudeng, who had lost consciousness, were closing their eyes tightly, with pale faces, and had already been stunned by two knives from Xie Yan, who had quick eyes and quick hands, and fell at the table without moving.

Xie Yan vigilantly stood in front of a group of them, with a horizontal sword separated, to guard against the unpredictable Taoist in front of him making another attack.

During the confrontation, the grenades dripping down the eaves slowly changed color, gradually faded and turned white, and with a crisp click, they formed icicles, standing straight in the air, as if they were naturally formed in the cave. stalactites.

"Senior brother!" Xie Yan called out in surprise, his eyes were red and blood faded.

A feeling of icy cold rushed towards his face, Wen Wu raised his feet to avoid the icicles on the ground, and subconsciously channeled his whole body's spiritual power to block it.

Jian Suyu's cold eyes passed over Xie Yanpu Xinjiu and the unconscious two people, and after confirming that everyone was safe, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised her eyes and clenched her hands tightly, and stared coldly at the opposite Taoist.

"You can come back?" Wen Wu recognized the person, and the look of surprise on his face was even worse. There was a smile on his lips, "Interesting, you guys are really interesting--it opened my eyes." Then he turned around Turning around, ignoring the hostility in the room, he turned and walked towards the city gate.

Xie Yan wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Jian Suyu with a wave of his hand. He waved his hand in the direction of Liu Gudeng and Yue Dusk: "No hurry, wake them up first."

Pu Xinjiu had already leaned forward and vigorously shook his senior brother to wake him up, and tried to shake Moon Dusk to wake him up in the same way, but the latter never woke up.

"Among the few of us, the evening cultivation base is the lowest, and we probably need to rest before we can wake up." Liu Gudeng, who woke up slowly, has regained his consciousness. "Put him in the room first."

"Brother, do you have any clues about the missing person?" Xie Yan remembered Yue Dusk's words, and turned to look at Jian Suyu.

"People in this city—you'll know when you go out and have a look." Jian Suyu lowered her eyes and said coldly, "Wen Wuta cannot be trusted. Lies are not terrible, what is terrible is lies mixed with the truth."

After settling down for the moon and dusk, the group of people set up a barrier around them to resist the fire that could not stop falling from the sky, and hurried to the gate of Sanjiang City with their swords.

The scene in front of them made everyone speechless in shock.

I saw the streets and alleys, the long streets in the downtown area, full of walking corpses with pale faces and lifeless eyes.They dragged their heavy steps, like some kind of insects and ants migrating on a large scale, bustling, rushing towards the city gate.The grenades that fell from the sky continued to corrode wounds on the numb body, and the whole city lingered with a disgusting smell of burnt meat.

Their goal is only one - the moat of Sanjiang City.

Wen Wu, with a long sword on his back, stood at the highest point of the city gate, the corners of his clothes were blown flying by the wind, and the ending around his body exuded a soft light, but his face was in a trance.

"Are they crazy?" Liu Gudeng murmured.

The unconscious crowd climbed up the tall city wall one by one as if they had been bewitched by some kind, and jumped down from it, splashing water splash after burst.

Pu Xinjiu was also dumbfounded: "This... jumping into the river like dumplings, they will drown if they lose consciousness?"

"If Wen Wu told me the truth—" Wen Wu's cold words were still in his ears, Xie Yan said slowly, "These people would have died a long time ago."

"How could it be?" Seeing a familiar figure passing by, Liu Gudeng reached out and grabbed his arm, preventing this unconscious suicide.

The movement was hindered, the walking corpse struggled violently, and slammed against the city wall with a crisp sound. In an instant, the whole head was bloody, and a few drops of blood spattered on Liu Gudeng's distressed dark purple robe, and his handsome cheeks were also stained with blood. Not a lot.Liu Gudeng trapped people with spiritual power, and said in disbelief: "You see, the blood they shed is still warm, how could it be a dead person?"

The walking corpse with a broken forehead raised its head, blood flowed down its cheeks, blurring its face, but everyone recognized that it was the waiter who talked to them in the inn earlier.

"Why don't you think of a way to make them stop first?" Xie Yan looked at them.

Jian Suyu nodded quickly, raised her hand, and pointed at the moat outside the city, suddenly a transparent ice wall rose around the outside of the city wall.

The unconscious walking corpses didn't care about this, they still swarmed forward unconsciously.Those who walked in the front row were crushed against the ice wall by the surging crowd behind them, deforming their faces and limbs.

First, there were a few shrill ghost screams tearing through the sky, as if they were accusing them of their intervention, then more and more, and finally turned into a scene of thousands of ghosts crying together, everyone was so startled that they quickly covered their ears.

"It's worse than Xie Yan's flute, my ears are going to explode." Liu Gudeng complained.

Xie Yan glared at him angrily: "Can I be shot while lying down?"

Pu Xinjiu couldn't stand the howling ghosts and howling wolves, so he yelled impatiently: "It's so noisy! Can these things shut up?!"

In an instant, everything was silent.

"...Huh?" Pu Xinjiu suppressed his displeasure, and slowly put down his hands, only to see that everyone in the audience and the timid walking corpses seemed to be looking at him.

He also wondered how he saw cowardice on the face of the unconscious walking corpse, it just felt like that...

It was Liu Gudeng who came back to his senses first, his heart trembled, he hesitated and said: "New wine, why—"

Pu Xinjiu felt that something was wrong, and with so many people staring at him, his face was hot. He waved his hands and lowered his voice: "Go on, go on..."

As if some kind of instruction had been received, the scene of thousands of ghosts crying together reappeared.

Xie Yan: "..."

Such a ruckus naturally attracted Wen Wu's attention, but he didn't say anything, just looked in their direction thoughtfully.

Liu Gudeng put away his usual foolishness, his face was ugly, and he kept staring at Pu Xinjiu so hard that the latter lowered his head and dared not look him in the eyes.

Worse than his complexion was Jian Suyu. Although his cultivation was not low, it was the first time he had maintained such a large ice wall, and the irrational walking corpses were constantly attacking him.Gradually, cracks appeared on the ice wall above the place with the densest population, and it might break soon.

"They just want to commit suicide by jumping into the river. If we destroy the moat, will they lose their goal and calm down?" Xie Yan looked at the cold sweat under the corner of Jian Suyu's forehead, biting his lip with a worried expression on his face.

"Ding——" a long sword was nailed three inches in front of the feet, and the meaning of warning was obvious, and at the same time there was Wen Wu's chilling voice: "The reason I came out to watch is because I am afraid that you will make things worse Oops, stop it - leave them a whole body."

Caught off guard by a cauldron falling from the sky, Liu Gudeng argued dissatisfiedly: "Why are we making trouble? It's clear that they themselves are going to jump into the river—" Halfway through the speech, he himself understood.

The drowned person can leave the whole body. If the moat is really destroyed, the unconscious walking corpse will jump down from the high city wall, without the buffer of the water flow, and fall on the dry river bed. To pieces.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Xie Yan looked at the blindfolded priest with blazing eyes.

Xie Yan didn't know why, but he felt faintly that Wen Wu hadn't lied to him about the dead city, about Duohuo, and about the dragon.

"Wait." Wen Wuwu succinctly tossed him a word, staring at the east with some regret, a ray of light leaked out from behind the layers of clouds and mists, "It's dawn, it'll be fine..."

"No need." Jian Suyu, who had been silent for a long time, withdrew his spiritual power, and fell into the water one by one surrounded by the walking corpses who had been walking forward. He seemed to have never heard of it, but turned to someone behind him, "They listen to you, You let them go back."

Xie Yan also followed his gaze: "New wine..." It seemed like a good idea.

"Me?" Pu Xinjiu looked at the people around him and pointed at himself in disbelief.

Wen Wu has a strong sense of consciousness, so he naturally heard their conversation. He nodded in agreement, and his voice was carried by the wind: "Yes, you."