Chapter 700 Become a demon

Dozens of people leaned tightly together. In order not to be hindered, the weapons in their hands rushed to the people around them in an instant. More than a dozen people immediately splashed blood on the spot, and the killing sound in the crowd once again shocked the sky, and the swords and shadows came one after another.

The corpses around the overpass map increased one by one, and the blood slowly gathered under the attraction of the overpass map, and the black magic became red, which was particularly horrible.

Wang Wujian stood up and stood up, which shocked Sikong Zixian. The fierce divine light burst out of his dark eyes. His fists clenched, and the sound of bones was buried in the shouting.

"God! You?" Sikong Zixian grabbed his cold arm and said anxiously, "Let's take the opportunity to escape!"

"If this group of people don't die, we will never have peace!" Wang Wujian said lightly.

The green gas is lingering all over the body, but there is a faint force hidden under the green gas, trying to break through it and occupy Wang Wujian.

Sikong Zixian was quite confused, her inner thoughts were numb, and the man who gradually left in front of her made her very sad.

Shangde Zhenren couldn't help it any longer, urging Mo Qilin, waved the Pangu sword, and rushed towards the overpass map.

At present, several people were unprepared and were cut down. Seeing that the overpass map was about to fall into the hands of Shangde, two arrows split like lightning.

Shang De hurriedly blocked it with the Pangu sword grid, and several arrows flew towards him one after another. Shang De waved the magic sword and drew a Taiji circle in front of his body. In the future, the arrows rebounded everywhere. Several people were unfortunately shot and fell to the ground and howled bitterly.

In an instant, the black clothes came to Shangde's ten steps. He abandoned the bow and stabbed the gun. The real yuan in his body was injected into the head of the gun. A white light first pierced the Taiji circle. Shangde's sword flower flew, swinging the ink unicorn, and jumped out of the circle.

Jumping in black, next to the overpass map, he picked the man on the string of halberd into two pieces and reached out his hand to pull out the halberd.

"Leave the overpass map!" A man shouted and flew over, and the big knife in his hand flew out first. * He took off his black clothes and stood in front of the overpass map. His face was serious and panicked. He paused and held the overpass map in both hands and was about to be pulled out.

"Looking for death!" The black clothes said secretly, and the gun stabbed. The man spit blood, but still refused to let go. His face bloomed with pride, as if a great sense of accomplishment resisted the pain in his body and even covered the breath of death.

"Ah!" The man screamed again, and his hands were cut off, but he held the overpass map tightly, and his body fell to the ground. His eyes became more and more shining. He muttered, "My, my..."

Shang De stared fiercely at the black clothes with his sword, and the Pangu sword emitted an evil light, trying to open the black light emitted by the long gun in black.

A figure fell and pulled up the overpass with one hand. Everyone was shocked.

The man was overjoyed. He abandoned the sword in his hand, held up the overpass map with both hands, dilated his pupils, and almost jumped out and opened his mouth. He wanted to shout something to vent the joy in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

Several weapons suddenly appeared behind him. Everyone was about to take action, but was shocked by what happened next.

The man was like a collapse. He slowly knelt on the ground. His trembling hands wanted to throw away the overpass map but couldn't throw it out. His eyes were full of panic. The Zhenyuan in his body was swallowed up by the overpass map through his hands. His strong body quickly fell to the ground and died of bleeding his mouth and nose.

A overpass is inserted into the ground with a sound. The dark red breath is chilling, but the lingering black fog makes people unable to stop.

The overpass map is like a tiger. After devouring a lot of blood, it becomes powerful and rapid, and can extinguish human nature and absorb Zhenyuan, because only enough Zhenyuan can strengthen its bones.

Dozens of people surrounded the overpass map, and no one dared to try to pull up the magic halberd. This battlefield was silent for the first time, and everyone did not want to leave, but they did not dare to do anything again, as if they were waiting for a machine, a move that could convince everyone.

A seemingly lonely and weak figure moved forward slowly, and his trembling body made no one pay attention to him, and his resolute and indifferent look was intimidating.

In black, Shangde Zhenren and others looked angry one after another, but no one stopped him from moving forward. Everyone understands that the current overpass map is a spiral nest that absorbs Zhenyuan. Without a powerful source to provide it with energy, it can never be used.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the golden bracelet shining on Wang Wujian's right wrist, and each was ready to go, waiting for him to be swallowed to death by the overpass map, and then grabbed the bracelet.

The smoke lingering around the overpass map condensed into a black chess that fluttered in the wind. It floated in the direction of Wang Wujian as if it were blown by the wind. The huge suction force made Wang Wujian's weak body lean forward slightly. Even if he tried his best to control his body, he could not control the pace under his feet.

"Go to hell!" Hei Yi shouted secretly. As soon as he finished speaking, he took a shot and flew Wang Wu's sword. He just hit the overpass map. The overpass map sucked Wang Wu's sword tightly like a magnet.

The pain in the body stimulated every nerve. The muscles of the whole body were twitching. There was a thick green light in the eyes. The sweat on the forehead condensed into a trace of blood along the cheeks and the blood at the corners of the mouth, and fell to the ground one by one.

The blue veins on the back of his hand bulge, as if to pinch the overpass map. Zhenyuan flowed into the overpass map with the blood along the palm of his hand, and his green face became a little yellow.

However, Wang Wujian's body gradually regained warmth, and a stream of heat continued to fill his passing vitality. Wang Wujian thought of the five-color auspicious cloud pendant. Perhaps it is constantly releasing Zhenyuan to meet the needs of the overpass map.

After a while, no one dared to move. Wang Wujian stood tall, and the overpass map in his hand became more and more arrogant. The black gas was tightly condensed on the halberd god. This alien soldier seemed to have returned to the magic of the beginning of that year, and no one could move.

Perhaps only Wang Wujian dares to fight with his life, or maybe only the mysterious energy source in his body can meet the needs of the overpass map.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.

Sikong Zixian looked at Wang Wujian, which was gradually covered by magic, and prayed silently in his heart. Two lines of tears gathered to his jaw and fell on the ground, splashing faint dust.

"It's finally saturated!" The Thames ghost in the distance said to himself that even if he had been living in seclusion for decades, he could not help but move his mortal heart again at this moment. Looking around, only he was in the dark, and everyone was watching the changes of Wang Wujian and the overpass map.

The ghost smiled sinisterly, and his eyes flashed with light. A shadow was the target of his surprise. A golden air mold protected his body, and a golden light ball appeared in the palm of his hand, jumping up and hitting Sikong Zixian.

However, to the surprise of the devil, although Sikong Zixian did not notice his attack, he saw that the black clothes intended to shoot a cold arrow at Wang Wu's sword and stabbed the black clothes with the sword.

The ghost did not retreat. He changed his body in the air and continued to attack Sikong Zixian.

The black clothes are full of bow strings, but Sikong Zixian's figure is close to him. If this arrow shoots at Wang Wujian, he will be injured even if he doesn't die. If he doesn't shoot, I'm afraid he won't have a chance.

At the critical moment, the black clothes turned around and let go of his fingers.

Si Kongzi Xian was already prepared. His body rotated and passed by the arrow, and a few wisps of black hair fluttered and fell to the ground.

The direction of the arrow happened to be the Thames ghost. The Thames ghost frowned slightly and was unhappy. He reached out and grabbed the arrow, folded it into two sections with a hard hand, and flew out of his right hand towards the black clothes.

The black embankment protected Sikong Zixian. This palm was not easy to pick up. He turned over and jumped away, and a big hole was smashed on the ground, and the dust was flying.

"Ah..."

The man in black screamed. He had flown out a hundred meters away, and several disciples of the Divine Arrow Hall hurried over.

The black gas danced. Wang Wujian faced the direction of flying out of the black clothes and turned to point the halberd head to everyone one by one. A black gas at the tip of the halberd was entangled like a black dragon, which made people feel cold in their hearts, and finally pointed to Sikong Zixian.

Sikong Zixian was shocked, and his mind was blank. His hand holding the sword trembled gently, and the corners of his eyes were slightly **.

"Go!" Wang Wujian said that his expression could not be seen clearly under the black breath.

Sikong Zixian was shocked again, shook her head with tears, and took two steps forward, but was blocked by the magic gas.

"Let's go together and kill this devil. If you don't kill him today, it will be a big trouble in the future." Suddenly, a man shouted.

Wang Wujian was just about to speak to Sikong Zixian, but was interrupted by this voice. He suddenly turned around and looked for this voice that made him a little familiar but bored, but he could not recognize it.

A cavity of anger poured into the overpass map, and the black light was strong, as if it were a fierce beast, trying to destroy more than a dozen prey in front of him.

The overpass map waved left and right, and several people had fallen into a pool of blood. The flexible people jumped into the distance in a hurry and gasped.

Wang Wujian picked up a person and laughed wildly: "Today, none of you can leave alive!"

"It's rampant!" A man was wearing a witch robe, holding a leopard head cane, and shouted harshly. His right hand made a knot in front of his chest. His left hand raised his cane to the Wang Wujian, and a white light belt wrapped the lower body of Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian was about to struggle, but a yellow belt flew from the side to tie his hands. Looking closely, a Taoist priest sacrificed the dust in his hand and tied him up.

Five or six people around him took weapons and hit Wang Wujian.

Sikongzi Xian saw that the opportunity was not good. She wanted to help, but she couldn't stop several people from attacking at the same time. The female bracelet was sacrificed, and a piece of gold was smooth. The Taoist couldn't shout well. Before he finished his voice, he had been smashed to pieces.

Wang Wujian's upper limbs are free, the overpass map flies around, and the black gas attached to it floats in the air, just like a Moke writing about the landscape.

Several broken bodies fell to the ground, and the smell of fresh blood once again permeated this battlefield regardless of the country.

Wang Wujian smiled at the wizard, put up the overpass map, took off the male bracelet, and flew out in a straight line.

When the wizard saw that Wang Wujian was going to sacrifice the bracelet, he had already let go of his hand and quickly flew up to avoid it.

Wang Wujian jumped up in the air, caught up with the wizard's hand, penetrated his abdomen, and threw it 100 meters away.

More than a dozen people flew up on all sides and attacked Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian smiled secretly in the wind, changed his feet, avoided the situation of being besieged, and fell on one side and killed everyone. The overpass was cut into two pieces with weapons, and the blood flowed with the tip of the halberd.

Shang De Zhenren looked at the only six disciples and the injured Bai Ye beside him, and his heart was a little shabby. How could he bear to lose his reputation in the hands of such an unknown person as Wang Wujian? Urge the Pangu Sword, soar into the air, and join the regiment that besieged Wang Wujian.

More than a dozen people, including Shangde Zhenren and Thames Ghost, have been besieged in mid-air, and more than 30 people on the ground are closely following.

Sikong Zixian tried to rush in to help several times, but he couldn't find a suitable position, because the air had been covered by a huge black aperture. Even if someone wanted to exit, more than a dozen people in the circle could not, either be picked out by the overpass map or hanged by people on the ground.

The corpses fell one by one like snowflakes, and life became worthless at this time.

The swing speed of the overpass map suddenly slowed down, because Wang Wujian suddenly felt that the mysterious energy spring in his body stopped providing for himself. It seemed that the spring also automatically disappeared with the saturation of the overpass map, and only a little Zhenyuan left in the body was also inexplicably flowing out.

Wang Wujian waved desperately for a week and wanted to open everyone, but was stabbed by Shangde's sword. Wang Wujian quickly resisted and was forced to land on the ground. A cane hit him through the air. Wang Wujian spit out a mouthful of thick blood and rolled aside.

A man ran to the front with a sword, and Sikong Zixian hurried out the female bracelet, right in the back of the man.

Before the man had time to shout, he had been smashed and splashed on several people behind him. Yu Ren was shocked, and then he remembered that there was a female bracelet that could fly.

The group of people stopped and looked back. They were shocked. Sikong Zixian came over with a blue-yellow triangular beast with its teeth and claws. At first, the two of them were caught unprepared.

Tianshui Beast passed Wang Wujian, took back its claws, grabbed Wang Wujian and shook it hard, threw it on its back, and soared away.

The heavenly water beast rushed over the vast mountains, but the mountains stretched endlessly. How did they know which one was the location of Xuanchi Mountain?

"Wow!"

Wang Wujian spit out a mouthful of blood, accompanied by small black particles in the blood.

"God, how are you?"

Sikong Zixian shouted, holding Wang Wujian, who was getting heavier and heavier, and blood dripped along the corners of his mouth on the back of the Tianshui beast Youqing.

Wang Wujian reluctantly turned around and made a difficult smile. He planned to say something to comfort Sikong Zixian, but his chest was hot, and a mouthful of thick blood was spit out, and his body shook and almost fell down.

Sikong Zixian stabilized the Tianshui beast, half tilted Wang Wujian in her arms, and wiped the blood stains on her mouth with tears. A crisp yellow face made her very sad and anxious.

"You must be fine!" Sikong Zixian muttered.

Wang Wujian opened his eyes slightly and grinned at the corners of his mouth. The passage of Zhenyuan in his body made him almost faint. The overpass map and the soul were like two powerful opponents, starting a hegemony competition in his body, which made his internal organs roll, his body was about to crack, and a stream of blood surge up and down in his throat.

Sikong Zixian came to his senses and looked around. He saw a Taoist temple built on the hillside not far away, urging the Tianshui beast to look at the Taoist temple to fly over.

It was close to the sky that it was found that the Taoist temple had been damaged and abandoned. Sikong Zixian was heartbroken. He wanted to find a place to heal his wounds, but it seemed that he could only rely on himself.

"God, how are you?"

Falling from the Tianshui Beast, Wang Wujian was drowsy, and his body was like cotton. He leaned weakly in Sikong Zixian's arms. Hearing her cry, he slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't exert any strength to walk around.

Si Kong Zixian sat him on the ground, leaning on the Tianshui beast, got up and looked around. Then he stepped back and opened the door and walked in. A statue in the middle had been covered by a broken curtain, and a thick layer of dust fell on the supply platform.

Sikong Zixian cleaned up a piece of ground, put a few futons in a row, then went out of the door to help Wang Wujian and moved to the house with difficulty.

"You take some pills first!"

Sikong Zixian said softly, taking out the purple gold gourd from the bag and pouring out a few soul elixirs, but Wang Wujian was restless and barely ate one.

A stream of heat quickly spread to the whole body with the blood. Wang Wujian took a few quick breaths, sucking the breath of the mountains greedily as if he were reborn.

Soon, Wang Wujian's face improved slightly, and at least there was a little air in his eyes. He wanted to do it, but he couldn't use his strength, and his body fell softly on the futon.

"Don't move!" Sikong Zixian said in a hurry, and suddenly felt that the back of his head sank. The Zhenyuan in his body quickly leaked out like a bursting skin bag. He was unable to stop it at all. Soon there was a feeling of oily and withered, leaning against the wall weakly.

"Sikong Zixian? What's wrong with you?" Wang Wujian asked in panic. His heart was so busy that he almost had another mouthful of blood.

"No, it's nothing!" Sikong Zixian smiled bitterly and said that except for the loss of Zhenyuan, he did not feel any physical discomfort, but for a monk, the absence of Zhenyuan means becoming a mortal, just like the loss of a millionaire suddenly becoming a beggar.

Wang Wujian trembled and stretched out his hand to hold Sikong Zixian. The soft hand became weaker and weaker, as weak as a cake.

"What's wrong with you? Tell me quickly!" Wang Wujian frowned and asked.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm a little tired. Just rest for a while." Sikong Zixian said.

But the weak voice betrayed her state at this time. In order not to make Wang Wujian more worried, and to prevent the unexpected enemy, Sikong Zixian opened the purple gold gourd and took a few soul elixirs in a row.

"Just take some elixir. It's really nothing. You don't have to worry about me. No matter how bad it is, it's better than you!" Sikong Zixian cheered up and said mischievously.

"Are you really all right?" Wang Wujian asked with some relief.

"Yes, there is, how can it be okay?"

Sikong Zixian was just about to speak, but he was interrupted by a voice in the apse.

The two of them were shocked and could hardly believe that there were people in ambush in this lonely mountain!

Is it? Can't you really escape this?

It was particularly quiet outside the house, as if to listen to the light footsteps, and their hearts were even more tense. Are they destined to die in this boring dispute?

A figure turned to the apse and appeared in front of the two.

The man was dressed in a dark red strong suit, with a dark red gauze scarf on his face, and a pair of bright eyes showed a little cunning smile. This person was Sister Pofeng.

The difference is that the broken soul held in the right hand was replaced by a green knife, and a bright blood-red bead was inlaid on the handle of the knife, as if it was made to echo the dress of the broken wind. "Hum, of course there is something to do!" Sister Pofeng sneered and said, "She! It's the wrong food!"

Wang Wujian and Si Kong Zixian sighed separately, but they didn't expect to be unconsciously drugged.