About three sticks of incense, kung fu and demon fog came from afar with a drum roll and slowly entered the valley.
The forbidden area in Long Yin is hilly and gully, and the yellow sand is long and dead. You can vaguely see the flag of the central military camp
In the center of the demon army, Hu Sanlang, with a hat in his eyes, flashed a trace of fear and handed over to the idol. "Your Majesty, this is the Wang Xuan military camp. This man is so cunning that he claims to be a fierce tiger in Bing. There must be an ambush here!"
"Hey hey …"
A face with black hair appeared from the cloudy fog, and his eyes were full of blood. "Will you give me something if you kill him?"
Hu Sanlang swallowed. "My Lord and the bodhi old zu told us to stall them so that we could keep here … Ah!"
Without saying the whole person, he was suspended, holding his throat and his legs flopping wildly.
"Don’t press me with that old thing!"
The demon god’s black-faced "xianggong" eyes are full of tyranny. "If you talk more, I will let you taste the taste of the worm."
Bang!
As soon as Hu Saburo screamed, he flew out of the cliff and tumbled to look at the crazy monster around him, shivering and afraid to say more.
"kill!"
As a ripple spread outward from the idol, the demon army immediately rushed into the forbidden area.
The fastest is the poisonous insect black spider, big and small, rushing to climb the huge scorpion gully in the hills and flying like a black fog.
A larger number of monsters followed.
However, this hidden dragon ravine and huge demon army was also dispersed unconsciously.
Hoo ~
The evil wind suddenly rises and white fog rises around.
There was a cold hum in the idol, and the big poisonous spider on the wheel dug up the earth again and dug up pieces of Shi Zhuan with rich yin.
However, to their surprise, the white fog not only does not disperse, but becomes more and more dense and opaque.
"Bitter also …"
The evil repair behind Hu Saburo shrank his head and a pair of thieves looked around and stepped back secretly.
Boom
The sky suddenly roared.
Hey, hey, the tiger demon in the Confucian robe smiled and showed his fangs. Once again, he flapped the gourd, and the black ghost fire rose like a giant snake.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
However, to its astonishment, the root of the attack was not a flying sword, but a large stone in a water tank that broke through the ghost fire and smashed many poisonous insects to powder.
In the distant military camp
Huge riprap vehicles carved with silver tiger heads lined up neatly, and the three-foot-wide rubber squeaked and the Xu Li boulder whistled and flew out.
In the camp, Cen Xuzhou caressed his beard and said, "It’s a good thing that Tu Su’s adult detected the induction range of this idol, but the hidden dragon pattern can be deployed in five miles, but I’m afraid the demon army will not last long."
"Don’t worry enough!"
Wang Xuan silently looking at the white fog like a flood to demon army a slight sigh in my heart.
A real person from Badou wrote to Taiyijiao that he had planned to send a high-ranking official to take the Five Thunder Altars to Yong ‘an. Although he had his purpose, it was a good thing.
In this case, it would be easy to attack the altar with five thunders, but now you can design to break the enemy.
Moreover, no matter how good the Five Thunder altar is, it is also another thing. The Yongan government army still lacks the weapon to suppress the fate.
We’ll think of some way to …
Thinking of this, Wang Xuan converged and looked at the demon army getting closer and closer in the white fog.
At once, dozens of samurai crossbows blasted off a spear, and all the targets were the statue.
Not surprisingly, the demon army’s ghost fire serpent surged up again.
Fu Mao is not like a flying sword to condense the godsworn’s spirit, but he is also polluted by the spirit and rhyme, and he is swayed by the monk’s ape demon.