The screams echoed over the jungle, like a shrill wandering ghost.

Looking down, there are unheard of strange trees around, stretching for countless miles, ugly and hideous in the dark light.

There is a bloody picture on the clearings in the middle of the jungle.

The desperate emotions were like thick dark clouds, covering everyone's heads.

The horn demon with a disgusting face is the executioner holding a knife, and the monks are the lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse.

Wan'er squeezed into the group of lambs to be slaughtered, feeling panicked and at a loss. Even the top disciples of various sects were bound to fall into the valley. How long can her helpless grass survive under the scorching sun and rain?

This area has now killed blood mist and leftover limbs are flying around.

A monk from Qiankun Tower set up several simple defensive formations. The remaining monks rely on these formations to push forward in batches, barely fighting for trapped beasts.

Nearly a hundred monks were unshackled by Nangong Jiyu, but now there are only sixty or seventy.

From this point of view, it is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

Wan'er was originally hiding in the middle of the crowd, but seeing that the monks in front of her died and fell to the ground, even though she was reluctant, she had to rush to the front line of the battle and faced with the terrifying horn demons.

By this time, she had already fought for a stick of incense, and had already competed with the Feng Ji before, and she felt that the magic power in the inland sea was almost exhausted.

She calculatingly drove several moves that didn't consume much mana. But the few mana still looked like sand flowing backwards in the hourglass, flying continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, when the last bit of magic power was lost, she hurriedly retreated to the crowd, and the monk behind her came forward.

At this moment of transition, a very long hideous arm suddenly stretched out from the sheep demon, grabbed the clothes on her back, and suddenly pulled it out of the crowd with force.

She was extremely shocked and hurriedly shouted for help.

But this is the critical moment of life and death. Everyone can't take care of themselves. Even if she is as beautiful as a fairy, who would save her regardless of her own safety?

She shouted loudly but no one paid attention to her, and an indescribable despair arose in her heart.

He looked at the numb and cold figures in front of him, and his hands behind him seemed to be born from the gate of hell, and was dragging her into hell quickly.

In desperation, he finally gave up his resistance and let his long arms drag ruthlessly, swinging in the air like a godless kite placed in the sky.

"It's finally my turn." She suddenly remembered Wei Buer's desperate eyes when he entered the valley. This might be the last thought in her life.

At this moment, a cool breeze suddenly came, and a "pop" sound came from behind her, and there seemed to be a splash of sticky and wet liquid on her neck.

The whole person suddenly lost weight and fell to the ground quickly.

Although she didn't understand what was going on, she naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. As soon as she hit the ground, she rushed towards the crowd with all her might.

One step, two steps, three steps, it is simply a race against the god of death.

She felt her heartbeat was about to smash her chest.

But after an extremely long struggle, I finally returned to the crowd.

Who saved me?

Looking back, the arm stretched out from hell was broken into two pieces at this time. The owner of the arm was howling in pain, looking in one direction with a ferocious face.

Looking along his gaze, we could see a very agile figure among the horned demons, shuttled back and forth freely and fearlessly like a storm.

Driven by his heart, the horn demon who had lost his arm, stretched out several slender arms from behind, densely packed like a huge fishing net, and pounced on the man like lightning, and insisted on tearing him to pieces.

The man didn't look back at all, but he seemed to have eyes on his back. He only judged the importance of the wind coming from behind and hid his arms like lightning one by one, just like walking in the garden.

Wan'er's heart moved and suddenly felt that the figure looked familiar. He was actually wearing the Taoist wardrobe of Yue Heng Sect.

She was desperate to see his appearance clearly, but she could only see a chic and pleasant back.

The man's relaxed and freehand look naturally attracted the attention of the green-horned demons around him.

He instantly surrounded several green-horned demons, each of whom was ready to swallow him in an instant.

But he was not afraid at all. He carried the crowd and walked through the place where the horned demons gathered together, as if he was crazy.

It was this amazing crazy move that turned the situation around in an instant.

I saw several green-horned demons rushing up to attack, but none of them could touch the corner of his clothes.

What is even more amazing is that the horned demons are all aggressive, swaying their teeth and claws, and trying their best, but he is calm and unhurried from beginning to end, as if he is practicing leisurely in his backyard, which is so free and easy.

At this time, Wan'er finally saw his face clearly, her beautiful facial features and a tall nose like a mountain, which definitely showed a full macho heroic spirit.

"Wei Buer!" She cried out subconsciously, as if she had seen a ghost and could not believe her eyes.

Wei Buer would never have such skills.

But the person's appearance was clearly carved from the same mold.

For a moment, a hundred emotions burst out, and she suddenly didn't know where she was.

Beside Wan'er, those monks under the protection of the Qiankun Tower Formation could last until this moment, relying on their extremely strong will to survive. But at this moment, they were almost gone, and they were about to run away, and they were about to break out and wait for slaughter.

But suddenly, the enemy's offensive was temporarily suspended and the defense pressure was reduced sharply. Only then did they find that many horned demons rushed towards the other side.

Following the look, Fang Hao was shocked when he saw Wei Buer walking in the garden.

What's even more exaggerated is that his expression was so eager that he had a great strength to fight back, but he never punched and slapped. He only defended and did not attack, but could not avoid it.

It seems to be like the elders in the sect carefully teaching the younger generations, and they are really at ease and freely retention.

Everyone found it incredible. They were amazed when such an amazing person appeared in the human race, and everyone knew nothing about it.

Mu Wanfeng and Gu Yousheng recognized him as Wei Buer, but their skills were far higher than Buer. They dressed in Yue Hengzong's clothing, so they didn't dare to recognize each other for a while.

In fact, Bu Er is not as calm as he looks. On the contrary, it is like facing a great enemy and shouldering heavy burdens. However, the old man in the tree taught him the trick of "raising the river to look up" and the key to "avoiding" is to look high and see the whole audience; the other is to look at the prediction first and take a step forward.

Because of this, he raised the expressions of these horn demons a moment ago, and knew where their next move came from, where they went, where they were, and why they blocked the move. Naturally, according to the method, he used the body-breaking technique to avoid it in advance. Although during this process, he was fully focused, his spirit was as tense as a bowstring ten thousand pounds, and he was about to break it at all times.

But he seems so calm and composed as he is expected to be the first in everything and is one step ahead of others.

But if Bu Er turned his defense and attack at this moment, he would have no choice but to use these thick-skinned and thick green horns. He would most likely consume all his magic power without any effect.

No matter how others look at him, Buer is open-minded and knows how much he is. Naturally, he has made up his mind to do nothing but avoid it, and tried his best to save his magic power. Therefore, every time he avoids, he always gets the right amount. He is mostly hard to get the trick, and he is extremely precise in his grasp, which makes people feel that it is unfathomable.

Although he was in a dangerous place, he was extremely calm. He just saved Wan'er, but he just passed by and did it casually. The most important thing in his heart was Mu Wanfeng's safety, so he tried every means to escape.

However, there were several horned demons between the two, and it was difficult to get close to each other for a while.

Fortunately, the horn demons on Mu Wanfeng were still in the dark massacre. Seeing that this place was so lively, they couldn't help but stop and turned their heads to look over.

The abnormal movement caused by Buer finally alarmed the witch.

Although she did not dare to be distracted at all when fighting with Kuimufeng, she couldn't help but glance at the battlefield here when she was alternating with the attack and defense of the python.

She was naturally shocked and almost dropped her chin.

The man in the battle formation clearly fell into a palm that had cut off his vitality before. Now the body should have smelled and turned into a meat paste. Why would he still be alive at this moment?

After calming down, he sneered in his heart: "It is God's fate that you can survive, but if you run out to die, you can't blame God."

But seeing that he was still jumping around and majestic at this moment, he looked like he treated the Qingjiao camp as his backyard for practice. He was so angry that he immediately slapped a long dragon and shot straight towards the boy's back at an astonishing speed.

Unexpectedly, the boy hadn't looked at it, and he seemed to have eyes on it, and he flashed to the right to avoid the long dragon.

The long dragon went backwards and instead knocked a green horn from its clan to fly up.

She was furious and immediately wanted to make up for a palm.

But Kuimufeng sent a candle fire in an instant, and she couldn't help but turn her palms back to meet her.

"What are you doing when you are standing there?" She had no choice but to point her hand at the boy and issue a killing order to the Qingjiao.

Dozens of horned demons put down their prey at their hands, turned around and headed straight for Buer.

The cultivators of the human race were all stunned. Then they found that Wei Buer alone had disrupted the horned demon's formation. Chaos suddenly arose and appeared in the air. The encirclement was no longer as dense as before.

Everyone finally saw the hope of life. They all had a hundred times more courage and were extremely determined to take this opportunity to rush out in one go.

At this moment, someone appeared somewhere and suddenly shouted loudly: "Good opportunity! Everyone will run away!"

When everyone heard this, they were immediately furious. The man was clearly reminding the demons of the horns: the monks of the human race are about to escape, come and catch them quickly.

But at this moment, no one could care about finding out who made this sound, and they all fled outside the horned demon.
Chapter completed!