The downpour seemed to fall on Hui Huan's head.
He even cried out in pain.
Lu Ran turned around and returned to the inn.
I can't hear this kind of sound in Huihuan.
But he knew that he had to endure it. As soon as the rain stopped, they could set off, leave here, and go back to Yangjian Mountain.
His rationality was like this, but when he returned to the world, he couldn't hear this kind of voice, so he couldn't even take a step forward.
He had no choice but to sit on the ground and try to think of something or make some other noise to drive away the sound.
Just when he was about to speak, Lu Ran's familiar voice came from behind him.
"Hui Huan, can you bear it?"
Lu Ran held a dead branch in his hand and turned back.
Hui Huan gritted his teeth and said, "I can."
"Do you still remember that you made an appointment with me to visit the Eight Immortals Tower at night together?"
"Remember. But then I lied to you and went alone."
"Huh, you looked down on me then, but now, I can go with you. Let's go together, now!"
"Come with me? Then why don't we leave?"
"Can you leave? Can I leave?"
"Lu Ran...you..."
"We definitely have to leave. We won't leave until we knock down the Eight Immortals Tower and get rid of that bullshit [Futu]!"
"I really want to go to that 'Yangjian Mountain' to have some fun."
The "Miss Tree" in Lu Ran's hand suddenly turned into a big umbrella, able to withstand the wind and rain.
Lu Ran stepped forward and helped Hui Huan.
Hui Huan's mouth curved into an arc and he let out a sad smile.
"Lu Ran, if you do this, you will kill yourself."
"If I do this, at least I won't let you die tonight."
Thousands of gold is in front of me, and ten thousand gold is at my feet. Because of the excitement, I make a clanging sound.
"Miss Tree" transformed into a giant umbrella.
Lu Ran and Hui Huan rushed towards the Eight Immortals Tower, which was shining with blood.
The escape plan, at this point, failed.
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In the Eight Immortals Tower, half of the killings were already over.
For the Fulu Banquet, the first, second and third floors were all full, with a total of 200 tables filled with more than 2,000 people of all kinds.
The three masterminds, Yizhen, Chu Yi, and He Dusu, were sitting on the cloud platform on the top floor, listening to the sound of rain, and watching the killing through a special lens, which gave them a different feeling.
Blood splashed everywhere, and the remains of flesh were like snowflakes.
Only, all kinds of shouts and screams could not be heard.
These monsters, heretics, and evil spirits have been away from the town for a long time. Before tonight, in this town, they might have been a kind blacksmith, a beggar who was about to die of illness, a big yellow dog guarding the home, or even, maybe It's a piece of tofu.
But once the painting skin is torn off, they are all bloodthirsty monsters.
The essence of the Black Sect is to bring evil to the world, so it was annihilated by the Huan Sect and the other sects.
And He Dusu had the magical skill of "painting skin", so he was recruited.
There were more than 2,000 people, facing thirty or fifty "painted skin" monsters. The rainstorm had not yet finished, and it was almost over.
Of course, not all of them are two-legged sheep who can be knocked down in one blow and left to be slaughtered. There are also dozens of practitioners with some real abilities who are still fighting to the death.
These people originally came here for [Fu Tu], but they did not expect that their Taoist hearts would be so unstable, and their little greed would probably end up here tonight.
When Lu Ran returned to Huanhuan and rushed to the third floor, in addition to seeing flesh and blood everywhere, he only saw the remaining three people, still fighting these monsters.
A tall old man with white hair used an eight-edged iron mace that roared like a lion as soon as he threw it out, and pierced a demonic creature covered in fleshy tumors and bloody scabs.
The person wearing the Taoist robe of the Huanjiao was a woman. She was very fast and used two swords. She raised and lowered the sword in her hands to chop off the two heads of a two-headed demon.
There was also a familiar young man with thick eyebrows, dressed in white as snow, and wielding a silver eleven-section dragon riding whip, which poked eleven holes in the eyeless dog-headed monster in front of him.
"It seems that we really can't walk." Lu Ran raised his foot, the soles of his feet were covered with blood, and he kicked away the remains of a human or monster body.
"These people deserve to die!" Hui Huan's head still hurt, but he already knew why it hurt. Looking up at the ceiling, he heard the strange sounds of the ten ghost cars, even though only eight of them were left. big, but they're still bickering.
"Go ahead and leave it to me here."
The "Miss Tree" in Lu Ran's hand has turned into a long sword.
Hui Huan nodded, said to be careful, found the stairs to go upstairs, spent a lot of money to open the way, split a long earthworm-shaped monster, and went to the sixth floor.
On Lu Ran's side, a child with a cat face came up to him, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Do I have a grudge against the cat?"
Lu Ran was thinking this, and the child had already come over, with a big mouth almost split to the back of his head, shining on Lu Ran's face, just one mouthful.
Lu Ran raised "Miss Tree" to block it, but what he was thinking about was, can this sword made of tree block these sharp teeth like steel teeth?
With this thought in his mind, the cat-faced child seemed to listen and missed the first bite. He actually bit "Miss Tree" with the second bite.
Only a scream of "ouch" was heard, and before Lu Ran's eyes, "Miss Tree" suddenly surged, and in the child's mouth, the cat's face exploded at a growth rate of 430 million years in one breath.
Lu Ran was speechless. Qingwu said that this was an innate treasure. It turned out that it was true.
After a successful blow, before he could recover, a second demon had already rushed towards him. This one was quite big. It looked like a bastard, but it was also very weird. They said that bastard had no neck. This guy had a very long neck. It is long, but its hands are very short. When fighting, it relies entirely on its tail.
This tail is like a soldering iron, burning red. Wherever it touches the ground, it will burn out a big black hole.
It's over now, the fire burns the tree, the tree turns into firewood, and it can't be hit head-on.
Then compete with it in flexibility, find a flaw, and poke it to death.
Lu Ran muttered silently, Miss Tree, take me to a higher place. I thought she was going to turn into a long branch and throw me away, but I didn't expect that Miss Tree was coming towards the tail of the fire. She didn't dodge or dodge, and she changed her face. shield.
Before Lu Ran exclaimed, "Miss Shu, don't be so stubborn," he shut his mouth in the next breath.
I don’t know what kind of wood that tree shield is, but it’s not! Afraid! fire!
Boom, boom, boom!
I don’t know how many times the fire tail flicked on the tree shield. The bastard thought he was a little tired, his movements were slower, and the flames on his tail were shorter.
"Miss Shu" was now in Lu Ran's hand, shaking a few times.
This was a reminder to Lu Ran that it was time to move and that it was time to switch from defense to offense.
"Do I need you to remind me?"
The previous sentence was still tough, but the next sentence had to be sincere.
"Miss Shu, turn into pliers and clamp off its bastard head."
"Miss Tree" was unmoved and just twisted again.
Lu Ran was full of doubts, what was she going to do?
The bastard is about to turn his head when he sees it, and the opportunity is about to be missed.
Lu Ran finally understood and said softly: "'Miss Shu', dear 'Miss Shu', could you please change into pliers?"
At that moment, Lu Ran felt that he was already the gentlest man in the world.
Also the most disgusting.
But "Miss Tree" obviously liked it very much. The wooden shield suddenly flipped up, the front end split in half, and clamped the back of the neck of the bastard monster who was originally facing away from Lu Ran to attack, and tightened it at a speed of 110 million years. The head of that bastard was cut off.
Not a drop of the blue-purple blood spurted out touched "Miss Tree".
