In the back room on the second floor, the long pole in her hand had been broken into several pieces, and a corner of her forehead was smashed. Liu Niang, with her disheveled hair covered in blood, looked at the people in the back alley with some surprise. , the people who kept throwing bricks and rubble suddenly dispersed.
Then, following the thick smoke of fireworks coming from behind, she supported Pingting, who had lost her weapon and was hit several times on the body, almost unable to stand. She staggered to the front hall, only to see what she saw. The broken door and window look like the scene of scorched hell in a Sutra painting.
Seeing this, Liu Niang couldn't help but be horrified. Her hands and feet were weak and she could no longer support the person. Then with a thud, she fell down on the blood-stained wooden floor with her legs spread. However, she murmured to herself: "Sunlight Bodhisattva, Moonlight Bodhisattva are here." Come on, is this a punishment from God?"
And Pingting couldn't care less about the pain from falling and bumping her hands and feet. She stared at everything in front of her in stunned silence, but she was so horrified that she couldn't say any words. And Xiaoyao in Ayun's arms opened her mouth even wider, as if she could swallow eggs.
As for Ayun, who had already made up his mind not to let this child suffer the same fate as himself, he listened to the faint screams in his ears and said in confusion: "What's wrong? What happened again? Has the backup arrived? ". However, no one could answer her.
Because the sea of fire rising and spreading in the street almost enveloped most of the ghost city warriors; but this was just the beginning. Immediately, an inexplicable Buddhist revelation sounded in the sky again: "The mighty heavenly dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong."
For a moment, in the burning streets, the burning oil barrels and utensils suddenly jumped up one after another; chasing and hitting the ghost market warriors who were running around, or falling into the place where they were trying to hide, and the burned objects were burned. They were rolling all over the ground, screaming.
It was as if these flames were suddenly given life, and they were like living elves; they almost knocked down a few survivors one after another with great accuracy, and smeared them into a few rolling balls as they fled towards the pavilion in a panic. The struggling Pyroman...
At this moment, Murong Wu, who had pulled out the thing that penetrated his thigh, struggled to stand up; with a stiff expression, he said in a hoarse voice: "Maybe it's God's punishment, or backup is coming, but we have to try to save ourselves, we can't Let the fire come over.”
At his call, the remaining few surviving men also supported each other and stood up as if they were waking up from a dream, pushed aside the obstacles on the stairway and the cover beside the railings; and moved away the flammable objects in the vestibule. The direction of the hot wind...
At the same time, Jiang Tian, who was standing outside the balcony, once again wiped the blood from his ears and nose; he felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and there was a buzzing in his ears. Obviously, using "guidance" mode to remotely control several large objects one after another is still a bit too forced.
In fact, after this brief encounter on a narrow road, Jiang Tian not only had a huge increase in his "weapon mastery" that was about to reach full level, and at least two units of quantum, he also had corresponding experience. Lessons learned and reflection on gains and losses afterwards.
Just be sure to avoid continuing battles in places where the space is too tight or where long-range attack methods cannot be used. Otherwise, just the sudden encounter with enemies is enough to make people drink a pot; not to mention that when the number of opponents is too large, there is also the risk of being surrounded by blind spots and overturning.
The flying blade attack in the guidance mode is not a one-size-fits-all attack; once caught in a tight siege with an absolute numerical advantage, there is also the risk of being killed alive because it is too late to kill the enemy. Not to mention that the water in this era is also not shallow, and who knows what hidden dangers there are.
Don't you see, when I first came to this world a few months ago, I was just chasing human traffickers in a normal mode. After a while, the normal cognition in the memory of my predecessor started to work, and the style of the world line became weird and inexplicable. In terms of style, it has gone all the way.
You must know that the wish of my predecessor is to stay away from that place of sorrow and sadness and start a new life; live a little more comfortably, find three or five confidants, read and write at night, and occasionally He took his sister on a leisurely trip to Linquan to pass the day.
But the next moment, a prompt suddenly popped up in front of his eyes, but the task progress increased inexplicably. Could it be that among the people besieging you below, there are still people related to the mission? The next moment, he casually picked up a mask from the room, made up his mind and jumped down.
There was a dull crash to the ground, and a small crater was immediately made on the tile surface of the lower eaves. However, Jiang Tian's figure only shook slightly a few times, and he managed to stand upright. With his confidence doubled, he jumped up and landed on the corner of the other end across a distance of several feet.
In the blink of an eye, he was among the decorative archways and columns. After several leaps and landings, he arrived at the building complex across the street. Then, he reached out again to "guide" the burning building in the distance, and crashed down on those who were fleeing like a meteor chasing after him.
At the same time, Long Twelve, known as Dafangtou, who was promoted by several building owners who rarely appeared in public and maintained the de facto leader of Louwaifang District, was also running for his life in the streets. As he ran, he threw away objects that could identify himself.
Thirty years ago, he was just a subordinate of a black-and-white official in Xianyang County; because of the irreparable deficit, he became Shangguan's scapegoat and waited for the autumn battle. Then he met his destiny in prison and became an important member of the underground ghost market.
Therefore, as one of the longest-standing existences in the ghost market; Long Twelve has at least witnessed and experienced it many times, because of the battles and changes of forces; and twice the chaos caused by the remaining desperate struggles of the losers. Massive burnouts and post-mortem reconstruction processes.
But this time it was completely different. It's like the ghost market has been harboring filth and evil for many years, and finally even God can't see through the accumulated evil and darkness; thus it ushered in the retribution for all the evil, but this time what came was unreasonable and supernatural. means.
Because he had seen with his own eyes how those fire dragons that were obviously controlled accurately devoured the warriors and street chiefs of each building who were summoned temporarily, as well as the helpers they summoned from the district; and how they made him The most capable subordinate was reduced to charcoal in public.
Therefore, he has always done a lot of dirty and dirty things for the various posters and the various people who come in and out of the house. He has long become hard-hearted and feels that he will not die well. He is really afraid. Because he was afraid that he would not be able to transcend after death and would continue to be tortured and liquidated using miraculous means.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to find an excuse to leave behind those terrified men and bewildered cronies, hoping to attract the attention of the scene and the possible blow at any time; therefore, when he escaped alone from the alley When he came out, he had changed into a sad old man.
However, the next moment he was horrified and inexplicably ran into a large group of armed men who were crawling on the street and running away. Some people were obviously frightened and were dragging long trails of water on the ground with their hands and feet. And there seemed to be only one person chasing them.
Long Twelve saw the man wearing an ocher robe and a vermilion mask that seemed to be Zhu Rong God from a distance; he was flying across the sky. It seems that he is still reciting the poem "Xia Ke Xing" written by Qinglian layman: "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name.".
As he was alerted, various corpses and bloody water appeared from above these buildings and tried to block them, but fell like rain. For a moment, an invisible wind seemed to blow out of thin air on the ceiling of the ghost market, and it rained blood. Even the lights on the roadside were dyed mottled scarlet.
And Long Twelve was also pissed off and pretended to be dead without hesitation. The next moment, I heard that the short chant had ended, and it turned into another sentence: "The light of the sky, the light of the earth, the light of the sun, the moon, the stars, the great ordinary light, illuminating the ten directions, I serve the Supreme Lord, as urgent as the law." .";
In an instant, the discarded weapons that were thrown on the ground floated into the air one after another, as if they were rising up in response to the sound, and then scattered in all directions and flew out with a "whistle"; immediately hitting the streets and houses, those who could not dodge were Waiting, screaming, they were pierced and nailed to the siding, the ground and the building.
And when General Zhu Bie from Jinwu Zuo Street Envoy finally rushed out from a hollow corner under the ghost market with a wounded backup force. All that can be seen is the flurry of fire dragons dancing one after another, and a scene of various weapons flying into the air.
At this moment, he almost thought that he had wandered into a legendary Shura field somewhere where gods and demons were fighting. However, as if echoing what he was thinking, several strong and ferocious figures leaped up several feet high following the roaring sound in the city that was suddenly burning.
