Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Li Changan was very upset.

It's not that they worry about the safety of Luo Yuqing and others.

In fact, the living corpses "born" of these "giant insects" are just ordinary goods, and they can hold Li Changan, but they take a surprising advantage. Even if Li Changan didn't turn around to help, he could easily dismiss him with the help of a few Longtu.

Just in this way, it will inevitably interrupt the process of rituals and delay time. And this race against time, every time there is a delay, it means that one more person will die in the front.

Therefore, when Li Changan beheaded the dead corpses one by one, and stepped coldly over the slightly fragmented corpses on the ground, he would turn around and apologize.

When he turned around, he was a little surprised.

Imagine that the French station was disturbed or even a chicken feather scene did not appear.

Luo Yuqing on the stage is still inviting gods to cast spells, and everyone under the stage is orderly under the command of Taoist priests such as Longtu, just as before. It's just that there are more fallen corpses on the ground, and an extra member of the Golden Armor General on the stage.

This will have white face and no beard, eyes long and thin eyebrows, holding double mace, golden armor and red robe.

He... No, maybe it's more appropriate to say "He".

He floated amidst the light smoke, his body shape was between the virtual and the real, the whole body was dimly lit, and the streamer behind him was in the wind.

If a Taoist priest has realized something: The Taoist Xishi mentioned earlier that Luo Yuqing has the guardian of the gods around him, is it possible that this is this?

as predicted.

"... Sweep away the wind and meet the emperor, and support the Taoist law to save the good people. I have a look forward to coming today, and I would like to give Lei Weijia a lot of support."

Sing a prayer.

Luo Lao Dao suddenly jumped up and was about to pull the clothes of the **** general. This **** general also seemed to have been prepared, and flew above the old Dao's head lightly, leaving the old Dao angry and yelling:

"Okay, you Cao Shoutan, eat incense and don't do business!"

Cao Shenjiang had a cold face and ignored him at all.

The old way is not reluctant and not forgiving: "I ask you, that day in Juzhou City, the old man was topped with boiling water from that junior, why didn't you come out?"

Li Changan paused, quite embarrassed. He thought this **** would still not answer, but who knew he raised his long eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Are you dead?"

Luo Daoshi's old face swelled into pig liver: "That's in Nether Road, I almost made a flower fertilizer, why don't you show up yet?!"

God curled the corners of his mouth, and it was still a sentence.

"Are you dead?"

The old way was so angry.

"If that's the case, why is it coming up again at this time?!"

God will not rush.

"Because you are dying."

"Bah! You're going to die..." The old Dao spit out without thinking, but then patted his forehead, "Oh! Confused, it's not the time to care about you."

"Longtu, Xishi and the junior..."

He turned around and nodded the names of several Zhengyishi and Li Changan.

"Although this servant is a **** and will not interfere with human misfortune, but it is still useful to support a method. You will rush forward to assist Old General Lu."

"But, this altar..." Xi Shi hesitated.

"It's okay."

Luo Yuqing waved his hand.

"The most complicated ritual of'please the gods' has been completed. The remaining steps are left with one person to guide you. Besides..."

His expression became extremely serious.

"If you don't step forward to help, I'm afraid the front will not be able to support it."

Several people turned their heads and looked around, but saw more and more special living corpses joining the battlefield, almost shattering the line of defense. Especially a few extraordinarily raging like giant wolves, they are surprisingly "Jian" monsters.

Li Changan nodded.

Turn back and quickly step forward to join the battle.

…………

"Five emperors and five dragons, descending light and traveling wind..."

I don't know the time of fierce battle.

I don't know when there was a violent wind, and smoke and dust billowed, and the old-fashioned chanting behind him was blown away, almost inaudible. I barely saw him beating his head on the stage like a lunatic, but I don't know when the thunder will arrive.

Li Changan silently retracted his gaze, and refocused his attention on the current situation.

Although the joining of a few people has injected fresh combat power, the front line is still irretrievably thinner, and naturally there are more and more dead bodies on the ground.

"Crack."

Another fence was overwhelmed and collapsed.

Piles of living corpses swarmed in, and dozens of soldiers in front of him hurriedly handed out weapons, but in the blink of an eye, the living corpses were thrown to the ground regardless of life and death, and the line of defense was opened again.

An officer called out loudly in the back row to follow up, trying to block the mouth, but a figure flashed in front of him, and a robe was already appearing more and more.

Li Chang'an rushed, short stature, and tumbling.

The tide of corpses that came up from the gap was immediately slowed down, and he was allowed to rush into the group of corpses to rescue a few remaining soldiers from the mouth of the living corpses. In an instant, the tide of corpses became more fierce, and the Taoist priests did not dare to stay. They have to return to the battlefield. But before he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a living corpse with long arms like a knife popping up, risking him to save a few soldiers and chopping off all the pieces.

The Taoist exhaled his foul air, and only silently took out a spell to kill him.

Also at this time, the tide of corpses came again, and the Taoist priest only stepped back two steps before a bunch of spears came out, smashing the living corpses into blood and blood.

The soldiers in the back row finally formed themselves and came up to fight.

During the battle, Li Changan silently gathered praise for his strength.

He raised his head and looked a little: under the banner of the Chinese Army, the veteran is standing like a pine; farther away, Longtu has a spell on the sword in his hand, and he is fascinated by the pinch technique; further away, it is obscured by smoke and dust. It's not real. Only the sound of screaming and screams filled my ears, and I couldn't hold back the howling of the wind.

And in the front, the living corpses are still coming in endlessly. Seeing this, Li Changan inevitably remembered the flying sword that Yan Xinglie gave him. If he had this sword, he would surely delay the defeat of the battle. But no matter what, that sword was just an unfinished sword embryo after all. It was used on the mountain a few days ago, but now it is still warming up the sword's energy, so it can't be used for the time being.

While thinking about it.

Another giant living corpse appeared in front of the battlefield.

Li Changan's eyes drenched, and he rubbed his body up.

…………

"Widely moisturizing, assist Lei Gong..."

I don't know when, the torrential rain poured down the smoke and dust, and then rubbed the blood and mud on the ground together.

The front is faltering.

A living corpse had smashed through the line of defense, and it was about to rush towards the Fatai. However, a government soldier flew over and fell into a ball with the living corpse. Even with the chewed neck, he never let go, just waiting for his companions. Withdrawing his hand, seven or eight long grasses stabbed down, and the robe corpse smashed the living corpse into the mud.

And under this ten-step method, the corpse is in a mess, and the **** will stand in the blood stained ground with two maces in his hands.

Under the banner of the Chinese Army, where the fighting was the most tragic, the corpse had already become a low wall. The veteran and the dental soldiers were struggling to kill. As for the army, he had already died in battle.

Li Changan has a panoramic view of all of this, but he can't do anything, probably because... He panted heavily, and didn't care about swallowing rain, blood, and body odor into his chest, but his eyes were cold and vigilant. Around.

The surrounding area was a little empty, and there were only eight living corpses surrounding him.

But these are the eight living corpses, all shaped like giant wolves, with their fine scales glowing cold under the washing of the rain. Although their clothes are tattered and covered with mud, they are vaguely seen as extremely luxurious and beautiful robes. Some of them still had tattered hats on their necks, barely recognizable as Vairocanas.

Oh, the specialty of Thousand Buddha Temple: the flesh Buddha, and the flesh Buddha turned into a corpse.

The Taoist silently touched the talisman bag on his waist, which was filled with the correct spell.

However.

Empty.

It's all used up. Like mana and physical strength, it has already been exhausted by the tragic fight.

The Taoist barked his teeth and looked at the corpses who were rushing together. The sword shook, and a sword groan shook out in the wind and rain.

"bring it on!"

In an instant.

Taoist priests and corpses, sharp swords and minions, must be born and die.

Sudden.

Above the sky, among the thunderclouds, there seemed to be something invisible and innocent, but it was as vast as the ocean, and something heavy as a mountain was pressed down.

The pressure was so strong, the gusty wind swallowed, the torrential rain stopped their breath, the soldiers were blankly put away to fight, the surging tide of corpses stopped surging, and even the corpse beside the Taoist priest crawled to the ground like a dog sobbing.

"Thunderbolt."

There were some whistling and weird voices on his body, and the Taoist subconsciously lowered his head to look, but he saw clumps of "burrs" on the surface of his clothes, and from time to time, very light and very slight static electricity appeared.

"This is?"

"boom!"

There was a thunder, as if holding a heavy hammer against the eardrum.

Immediately afterwards.

The brilliant white light filled my eyes. Jijiu say: