Bai Duo rushed through the city at high speed, looking for the shadows of a few living people among the many plague corpses and strange things. At the same time, he also wanted to gather the masters existing in the city.
Listening to what Ge Lao said, even Yao Junsu couldn't break through the ghost's wall, and finally returned in defeat.
So Bai Duo alone cannot turn the tide.
The ones who attacked him just now were just ghost slaves, and their strength was only slightly stronger than that on the Earth-bound Spirit Wall. All the real terrors went to surround Yang Qingze and others.
"Has Changsheng Tian misjudged my strength? No wonder, with the system, my strength is changing with each passing day. One retreat makes a world of difference!"
Bai Duo, who was moving at high speed in the city, suddenly slowed down because there were many more living people in his perception, and the point where they gathered turned out to be Ju'an Pavilion courtyard!
"Dao Zhang Cui and the others are back!"
Bai Duo felt happy and rushed towards that direction again.
I saw a group of deformed and twisted people frantically banging on the door. Some of them were naked, with no blood on their withered bodies, and thick white vapor rising from their bodies.
This is the high fever brought by the plague that is constantly evaporating the water in their cells.
This temperature is obviously abnormal. Some people's eyeballs have melted like wax and their internal organs have been boiled. However, they did not die from this. There is an unknown force in the body that is forcibly hanging and disintegrating at the touch of a touch. of vitality.
"Taoist Priest! Taoist Priest, please give me some more divine blood and save my poor child!"
"Taoist Master, you must be at home! You must be at home! Why don't you save me?! I can already smell your breath!"
The people who had been tortured by the plague were like crazy people. Some people were holding up children covered with sarcoma, hoping that Cui Wenzi would show mercy after seeing them.
These people are still alive, but they are no different from those plague corpses.
Bai Duo stood on the roof of Ju'an Pavilion. Cui Wenzi was sitting alone in the pavilion at this moment. He had numerous knife wounds on his body, and the blood flowing across the courtyard dyed several large water tanks in the courtyard red.
Until there was no more spiritual blood flowing out of his body.
"Taoist Cui, why are you doing this?" Bai Duo couldn't help but sigh, but he did not stop him because this was Cui Wenzi's own choice.
Finally, the door of Ju'an Pavilion was broken open, and a wave of infected people poured in.
Eating the diluted spiritual blood in the water tank, Cui Wenzi's blood has the power to fight the plague, which is what they crave.
Until finally there was no more spiritual blood in the water tank, and they turned their attention to Cui Wenzi in the pavilion.
"It's medicine, a great medicine that can save our lives! If you take it, your illness will be cured!"
These plague-infected people drooled, had round eyes, and sickly smiles on their faces.
Cui Wenzi raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty, just in time to see countless bloody mouths tearing at him.
His arms were easily broken off like fragile dead branches, and a large hole was forced open in his abdomen.
The plaguemen took out his heart and lungs, raised them high above their heads, and smiled maniacally.
"Saved! Saved!!"
Before they were happy for a long time, the giant fist of magma fell from a high place and killed all these plague people.
Bai Duo looked down at the dismembered Cui Wenzi and was speechless for a long time. Finally he had to ask: "Why did you come back? You could have survived."
Cui Wenzi's physique as a spirit remover prevented him from dying immediately. He said in a voice like a mosquito: "Before... I went to look for medicinal materials... so I wasn't there. Now... the medicine is not enough, so... spiritual blood is used instead." ...
Cherish the blessing... Xiaoli found...protection elsewhere..."
After saying this, Cui Wenzi closed his eyes forever. He died at the hands of the patient he saved with his life.
Bai Duo took a long breath, feeling inexplicably irritable.
Cui Wenzi and his party were not there before, so they were probably looking for medicinal materials. After all, there were so many people infected, and the consumption of medicinal materials was also huge.
When I came back, I caught up with the fall of Fenyin.
Mu Xiaoli and Xifu probably followed Yao Junsu and the others to fight the enemy elsewhere, while Cui Wenzi stayed behind to continue treating those infected with the plague.
In the end, the medicinal materials were exhausted, but the plague continued to kill people, so he had no choice but to feed the tiger with his own body.
"I hope they are both alive." Finding people in such a huge city is not an easy task, let alone a fallen city.
...
There are no civilians left in the city, and there are only some monsters in human skin.
Daqian's iron army charged into the city, and the swords in their hands were stained red with blood. Whenever they saw anyone without armor, they would raise their swords and drop them.
It no longer mattered whether the deceased was bleeding yellow-green pus or bright red blood.
The granaries in the city had been robbed, and the eyes of the refugees who were lucky enough to survive were red. I don't know who set the houses on the roadside on fire, and the sea of fire began to burn wantonly.
Ghosts eat people, and people eat people.
They are not divided into factions, they work in their own camps. If they kill someone, they throw it into the fire, and they start to bite the meat before it is cooked.
It doesn't matter whether your skin is burned or not.
Some people were even killed by sneak attacks while eating.
All the people went crazy.
Yao Junsu stood at the top of Fenyin City. He was wearing a brocade robe and an armor. He looked at the large smoke and dust not far away with his eyebrows raised and cold eyes.
The red light flickered in the smoke, as if thousands of troops were rushing over.
Even the earth was trembling slightly.
The Longhushan Taoist priests headed by Zhang Daoling formed their own formations, and the electric arcs on their bodies flickered.
"The formation is destroyed, and the zombie wave is coming."
This was Sun Fu's last message to Fenyin City.
Looking at the group of powerful and invincible monsters, Yao Junsu pursed his lips slightly, and the sharp cold wind blew his beard and hair, making his figure in the wind and snow look a bit vicissitudes of life.
"Go big! The wind is blowing!"
"Dangan, the wind is blowing!!"
After Yao Junsu finished speaking, a large and dark army of iron troops appeared at the foot of Fenyin City. They held swords and shields, wore heavy armor, and marched forward at a leisurely pace.
Like a black dragon walking through the wasteland.
Boom, boom, boom!
The earth-shaking war drums sounded in the rear, and the large iron army rushed towards the corpse tide like a torrent of steel. The shouts of killing resounded through the sky with majestic momentum.
"Yang Qingze, where is Goldman Sachs!"
"The general is here!"
"Why live when you are useless? Why live when you are useless? Why do you use it? This use is for the people of the world!
How can I, a warrior, retreat? "
Yao Junsu raised his arms and shouted, threw the horse's skin into the giant bronze cauldron, cut his wrist with a knife, and sprinkled the blood on the burning holy fire.
Tempered by blood and fire, he obtained a flying battle flag.
But it was blank.
Goldman Sachs said, don’t you write something?
Yao Junsu said, "No need, just listen to the wind!"
He walked toward the center of the battlefield with his sword in hand.
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