Fortunately, when Wang Ye finished speaking.
The middle-aged man stopped, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. After a moment, he said calmly: "What do you want to explain?"
really.
Is this guy still afraid of the post office?
I just don’t know what level his Liujue strength is at.
At least Wang Ye felt that he was inferior to Po Meng, far inferior!
"What do you think?"
Wang Ye remained calm and pushed the topic back.
For a moment, it was the middle-aged man who felt uncomfortable.
The middle-aged man's expression was a little gloomy. At this time, about half of the incense had been burned: "Young man, with my strength, I can kill you, destroy your body, wipe out all traces, and live freely in the wasteland. It's not impossible!"
"Everyone take a step back."
"Wouldn't it be better to save one life?"
"I can't give this explanation, and I don't have the right to give it!"
Wang Ye raised his eyebrows after hearing the middle-aged man's words: "According to you, there is someone behind you?"
"Then let's find someone who can talk!"
"I thought you were some kind of big shot, but it turns out you're just a part-timer!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's expression seemed to gradually relax.
On the side, Xiao Si also gradually adapted to the attack rhythm of several soldiers and stopped them steadily.
Seeing that the long incense burns shorter and shorter.
A chill flashed through the middle-aged eyes: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, you asked for this!"
As he said that, the energy in the middle-aged body shook and he rushed towards Wang Ye.
Can't you hold it off any longer?
Wang Ye sighed, a true six-time awakener was not something he could compete with now.
It seems that this operation is going to fail!
but...
If you don’t struggle before leaving, you won’t be willing to do so after all!
Thinking about it, Wang Ye took out the brush from the bag, gathered his energy, and kept writing something in mid-air.
'town'
'amnesty'
'kill'
'cut'
Words appeared suddenly in mid-air one by one.
Wang Ye held up the brush and was stunned when he saw the row of words in front of him.
this...
Didn’t you write it yourself?
At this time, several monkeys held an altar and suddenly jumped onto the wall of Lu Mansion.
On the altar, stood a clay figure.
At this time, the clay figure raised a finger and was writing something in the void.
Seeing that there are more and more words in the air.
The clay figurine waved his little hand, and countless words were densely packed, like locusts, swarming towards the middle-aged man!
"City God?"
Wang Ye recognized the clay figure instantly.
As if aware of Wang Ye's gaze, the clay figurine turned around, waved his small hand towards Wang Ye, and then continued to write words again.
What a damn show off!
Wang Ye cursed secretly. Seeing that the middle-aged man was struggling to resist these words, he no longer had time to take care of himself, and quietly threw the brush towards the clay figurine.
The clay figurine was stunned for a moment when he saw Wang Ye's actions, and he hurriedly took the brush with both hands, looking very respectful.
Holding the brush, the clay figurine writes faster and its energy becomes more powerful!
The middle-aged man was faced with all kinds of strange words, each with a unique effect, and for a while he couldn't even parry.
Especially with the blessing of the brush, the quality of these words has improved again.
Wang Ye looked at the scene in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, those big guys still couldn't bear to see me fighting alone, so did they send reinforcements?
If you really allow yourself to block these six masters, you will really think too highly of yourself.
For a moment, the Liujue middle-aged man let out bursts of roars. The energy in his body was rampant, but he was unable to break through the special formation formed by words.
After making sure that there would be no problems in a short period of time, Wang Ye once again set his sights on the painting.
With the arrival of the city god, the painting seemed to have no more thoughts of resistance. Several soldiers on the ground disappeared out of thin air, allowing the green smoke of long incense to continue to envelope it.
So simple...
Is it over?
Wang Ye had no intention of letting down his guard and still stared at Changxiang.
Seeing that Changxiang was only one-third of the way away.
Suddenly, a severed hand appeared from a distance and flew over the Lu Mansion.
Wang Ye was very familiar with this severed hand.
Even now, facing this severed hand, Wang Ye has no idea of resistance.
it...
Do you want to take action too?
The city god was frightened when he saw the severed hand, and subconsciously turned around and ran away, but after taking a look at Wang Ye, he controlled a few monkeys to stop and pretend to be heroic.
Feeling distressed, he dug some dirt from his body and used it as ink.
The brush kept writing in the air, and soon...
A huge word 'Xun' appeared in mid-air. At this moment, the surrounding ghost energy dispersed crazily, and even the energy fluctuations completely stopped.
Even Wang Ye in the distance felt a blockage of energy in his body, as if he had completely lost control.
But the severed hand only paused for a moment before floating toward Lu Mansion again, finally completely covering Lu Mansion. The sky seemed to become a little gloomy at this moment.
As the severed hand approached, Lu Mansion suddenly began to shake.
A faint shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above Lu Mansion.
The figure looked a little old, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, looking directly at the broken palms.
At this moment, the entire Lu Mansion was under the protection of this figure.
Taking this opportunity, the picture scroll became restless again. Soldiers appeared in the main hall like dumplings, and it became crowded for a while.
"If you can't handle those things, I'm still afraid of you!"
Wang Ye's expression was cold and he no longer cared about the sky. It was a game that belonged to the big guys, and he was not qualified to join it yet.
This time the soldier is his own assessment!
Wang Ye was secretly furious as a dark shadow appeared behind him, with a hemp rope around his waist, wearing a dark robe, and his face was completely shrouded in black mist.
As the shadow appears.
The City God on the altar suddenly froze for a moment, looking at the shadow as if he was remembering something.
After a long time.
The City God bowed deeply to the phantom, then straightened his back and looked at the severed hand in the sky.
Even the old figure guarding the Lu Mansion seemed to glance at Wang Ye, or rather the shadowy figure behind Wang Ye, at this moment.
Wang Ye, on the other hand, had no time to observe his surroundings. He exuded a cold aura and rushed towards the soldiers with a ghost knife in his left hand, a bone chopping knife in his right hand, and a bone scraper in his mouth.
