A human-shaped depression was created in the hard corridor wall. The Garden Master, who had just punched Murong Qiushui, was in the depression. The black gauze covering his face was torn apart by the spiritual power that escaped from the blow, revealing the Garden Master's true identity. face.
Most of the bones in the main body of the garden have been shattered and are stuck in the depression of the cave wall, unable to break free. The mouth opens with a painful and ferocious expression, and dirty blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurts out.
"Pig...pig slave!"
The owner of the garden used all his remaining strength and let out a hoarse roar that was as unpleasant as an iron brush scraping against a rough stone slab.
The roar echoed in the corridor, calling for help to come as soon as possible.
"Come on! I...I have no strength."
Murong Qiu Shui staggered and whispered urgently in Rong Lan's ear.
Rong Lan was still confused at first.
Why wasn't that person confused by his own pink mist?
Why did Murong Qiushui, who was at the seventh level of cultivation, become like this after just one punch?
Monk, that person turned out to be a monk, and his cultivation level was not low.
There are actually monks here.
After hearing Murong Qiushui's words, Rong Lan immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
The black gauze on Dou Qi's face was blown away by the spiritual power that had just escaped. Because he was hit by the powder mist, he turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of him and just stood there and giggled.
But at this time, he no longer cares about Dou Qi, and the most important thing is to leave here quickly.
Just one person has exhausted Sister Murong's spiritual power. If a few more people come today, they will have to explain it here.
Rong Lan helped the weak Murong Qiushui to turn around and run towards the iron gate of the exit. Before he could run a few steps, he felt that the entire corridor seemed to be shaking.
Could it be that the earth dragon has turned over?
Boom!
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The strange sounds were getting closer and closer. Rong Lan and Murong Qiu Shui looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.
This...this seems to be the sound of footsteps?
A loud banging sound came from a fork in front of the two women, and that fork was the only way to the iron gate of the exit.
Rong Lan seemed a little flustered at this time, with cold sweat all over his forehead, and his eyes were rolling in his eye sockets, completely losing the calmness he had before when he was full of wits.
On the contrary, Murong Qiu Shui looked very calm and spoke to Rong Lan while suppressing the feeling of weakness in her body.
"Hel me over and take a look."
Rong Lan helped Murong Qiushui to the edge of the fork in the road, and stuck his head out to look inside.
I saw a big, fat man running towards this side with seemingly clumsy but actually swift movements.
The big fat man's head almost touched the top of the corridor, and his fat body almost filled the corridor. If it weren't for the hands, feet and human face, the two women would have almost thought it was a mountain of flesh.
With this mountain of flesh blocking him, no one can pass unless he is chopped into pieces and mashed or a hole is dug out of him.
And the faint halo on his body is clearly a sign of spiritual power overflowing. This big mountain of flesh is actually a monk.
Rong Lan suddenly felt a little desperate. Murong Qiushui had no fighting power, and he was just a ninth-grade little flower demon. Apart from being able to spray some powder mist to confuse ordinary people, he had no other additional fighting power.
Thinking of the tragic situation of the naked woman before, Rong Lan even thought of committing suicide.
Even if he died, it would be a hundred times better than falling into the hands of these beasts.
Rong Lan was making calculations in her mind, but unexpectedly she was pushed out by Murong Qiu Shui.
"elder sister…"
Rong Lan was horrified and fell to the right side of the intersection.
Murong Qiu Shui stepped forward and stood facing the fork in the road. The fingers of his hands intertwined and intertwined, making a weird handprint.
He aimed his handprint at the pig slave who was already only ten steps away and shouted sharply.
"Fire Crow, Ji!"
A flying bird made of flames appeared out of thin air in front of the hand seal, and then swooped towards the pig.
The slave flew away.
The corridor is narrow and the fire crow is extremely fast. The pig slave is too fat to dodge, so he can only watch the fire crow hit his belly. Z.br>
After a sizzling sound that sounded like meat being fried in a fierce fire, the fire crow dissipated, and a hole the size of a fist was burned out in the pig slave's belly.
The hole was filled with yellow fat, and the pig slave had already rushed to Murong Qiushui like nothing happened.
Murong Qiu Shui retreated back to the left side of the fork in the road, and before the hand seal he made, fire crows were still being generated and fired at the pig slave.
Although the fire crow cannot cause fatal damage to the pig slave, the pain caused by the burning is real. The furious pig slave rushed out of the branch road with blood-red eyes. He didn't even look at Rong Lan who fell down in the right passage, and directly chased Murong Qiushui who retreated into the left passage.
"When you get out, go find Rong Fei or my brother. Anyone can do it. You have to move quickly. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long."
Because the pig slave's fat and huge body almost blocked the corridor, Murong Qiu Shui's voice still seemed very weak even though they were not far apart.
Rong Lan originally thought that he was being used as bait by Murong Qiu Shui to lure the pig slaves. When the pig slaves caught him, Murong Qiu Shui could take the opportunity to escape.
For a moment, all thoughts were lost, and my heart felt like death.
Any sworn relationship with Jinlan is a lie. As expected, there is no good thing in the human race, men and women are the same.
But as Murong Qiushui's words reached his ears, he realized that he had misunderstood.
"elder sister!"
Rong Lan shouted sadly.
Then he stood up and ran towards the fork leading to the iron gate of the exit.
"wait for me!"
I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!
Sister, if something unexpected happens to you, remember to wait for me. Ronglan will accompany you on the road.
Rushing to the iron gate, the big man guarding the gate was still smiling foolishly.
Rong Lan had no time to pay attention to him, opened the iron door and rushed out.
I stumbled out of the passage in the rockery and came outside. Before I had time to identify the direction, I saw more than a dozen nurses coming towards me with torches and steel knives.
Rong Lan couldn't beat the monks, but these guards who only knew some boxing and kicking skills didn't pay attention at all. He directly used his spiritual power to knock more than ten guards to the ground with three punches and two kicks.
boom!
As soon as the nursing home was solved, Rong Lan heard a crash from the rockery cave behind him.
It sounded like the iron door leading to the entrance was violently pushed open and then hit the cave wall.
I have just met two monks down there, and there is no guarantee that there will not be a third or fourth.
Thinking of this, Rong Lan didn't dare to delay. After identifying the direction for a while, he jumped and ran away quickly.
boom!
The entrance to the rockery cave was smashed into pieces by a huge force, and the splashes shattered a large piece of the bamboo forest in the distance at any time.
A figure jumped into the air and looked around. When he saw the direction Rong Lan was fleeing from, he chased after her.
Rong Lan was not good at fighting, but he still had some talent for escaping. With the help of his ability to see at night, he was still able to maintain a safe distance even though his cultivation was much worse than that of the person pursuing behind him.
The pursuer had poured all his spiritual power into his legs at this time, and every step he took would make a thumping sound, like a drum. At the same time, a footprint-shaped pit was also dug into the ground.
With one step, the body can fly up to a distance of three to four feet by using the force of the body, and then it lands and jumps up again.
The speed of this man's pursuit could be described as lightning fast, but every time he was about to approach, Rong Lan would turn into the alley without looking back, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, forcing the pursuer to slow down first. Turn the corner and resume pursuit.
But as he gets older and closer to the central area of the city, there are more and more wide long streets and vast courtyards, but the narrow alleys that Rong Lan can use to escape become fewer and fewer.
The pursuer finally got within ten steps of Rong Lan.
The pursuer drew out the long knife from his waist, poured spiritual power into the blade, and prepared to strike.
After getting close to a certain distance, he threw the long knife.
At this moment, Rong Lan suddenly spread his arms and flapped his wings, stunning his pursuer.
The night was dark and there was some distance between them, so the pursuers could not see that Rong Lan's hands had turned into two blooming orchids. Light pink pollen is constantly spitting out from the center of the orchid's flower.
Due to his cultivation, the pollen mist that Rong Lan spits out does not work every time. For monks of the same realm, the probability of successful charm is about 70 to 80%, and the duration of charm can be as long as a cup of tea or as short as ten or twenty breaths. Then, as the opponent's cultivation level is higher, the probability and time of successful charm become lower.
Moreover, it must be done when the opponent is unprepared. If one is on guard and holds one's breath in advance or uses spiritual power to disperse the powder mist, it will only end in failure.
Previously, the Master of the Garden in the Paradise Garden failed because his cultivation was higher than Rong Lan's and he was wary when Rong Lan lifted up the black veil that covered his face. This was why Rong Lan's charming pink mist failed.
The speed of chasing and escaping was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the pursuer arrived at the area where Rong Lan had previously sprayed the charming powder mist. The strange fragrance that filled the mouth and nose immediately alerted the pursuer. He first held his breath and then his spiritual power circulated throughout his body. Before the little bit of charming pollen he inhaled had any effect, it was all dispersed and resolved.
There is no way, the gap in cultivation between the two is too big.
Although the charm failed, it still delayed the pursuer to some extent.
After another long chase, the pursuer was only six or seven steps away from Rong Lan. The long knife filled with spiritual power has been raised and will be thrown out in the next moment.
"Rong...fei!"
Rong Lan suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
Rong Fei?
The number one arrester in the world who was appointed by the emperor?
Literary thief?
The youngest scholar in history?
The Immortal Division arrests the head—Rong Fei?
Countless thoughts flashed through the pursuer's mind like lightning. He looked around and unconsciously pursued him to Qingyun Street.
At this time, I had just passed the door of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and not far ahead was the Jixian Si Yamen.
But…
The pursuer looked forward in fear, only to see that the front door of Jixian Si Yamen was completely empty, with no trace of two ghosts at all.
Realizing that he had been tricked, the pursuer became angry and cursed in his mind before preparing to throw the long knife.
"Rong Fei! Save me!"
Rong Lan once shouted at the top of his lungs.
Damn it, it’s not over, right? At this time, the government office has long been closed, and there will be no one to rescue you.
The pursuer was not fooled this time. The arm holding the long knife was like a bow string filled with strength, and the next moment he would shoot the long knife like an arrow.
"Who called me!"
At this moment, a figure jumped out from the Jixian Si Yamen, stood on the wall, looked around and shouted.
