Disaster Shelter

Of course, Fangdaomen can't just sit and wait for death. It has sent people to sneak out several times or use carrier pigeons to ask for help, but all of this assistance has gone without return.

Maybe there is no reply, which is a good thing for them.

Because they didn't know that all the martial arts forces in the southern part of Hunan had been occupied by the corpse family village, and the remaining sects were also in similar situations with Fangdaomen.

Only when they unify southern Hunan, they will set off elsewhere and bring the entire Great Counseling Wulin into the sphere of influence of the Corpse Family Village.

In less than half a month's time, the power of the Shijiazhuang has grown geometrically, and the number of disciples has reached 10,000, and every one of them can be counted as a master in the arena.

One after another sects fell into the hands of Shijiazhuang, their disciples changed the practice of Shijiazhuang, so that they became human and ghost.

Under the Jidu Mountain, the dead body stretched out his tongue and licked his eyebrows, looking at the high mountain gate of the defense gate, he was already a little impatient.

If it hadn't been for the defense gate to leave more masters to learn the new corpse-lying magic technique, they would have rushed to kill it long ago, leaving the piece of armor that this sect killed.

This defensive door, really think that his turtle shell magic is invincible in the world?

Then in front of the new corpse magical skill, it was a scum!

In the eyes of the corpse, black smoke flashed, and in his eyes there was a thick black smoke on Fangdaomen Mountain, which formed a shivering grimace.

This means that the defense gate is in fear, and everyone in the mountain gate is in danger. At this time, when the mountain gate is attacked, most people will surrender.

This skill no longer belongs to the scope of martial arts, it is the ability of the ancestors' religious corpses.

A few days ago, the people in the corpse family village moved back a corpse.

This corpse woke up in Shijiazhuang, claiming to be the ancestor of Shijiazhuang, the zombie king who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Whether it is the ancestor or the zombie king, they are called by the other party, and they don't know whether they are true or false.

However, the overwhelming strength of the ancestors cannot be faked. He gave Shijiazhuang a set of peerless magic skills, and the Shijiazhuang disciples who practiced this martial arts. In just a few days, they became the first-rate masters in the world, and their strength skyrocketed by ten. More than doubled.

And that old ancestor's only requirement for this set of magical skills is to allow the corpse family store to expand rapidly so that more people can learn this new corpse-lying magical skill.

The dead body waved a big hand: "The time is ripe, and it's time to close the net, kids, let's do it!"

Those Shijiazhuang disciples showed savage expressions and made a wolf howling sound, screaming at the gate of the defense gate.

The mountain gate of Fangdaomen is built on a cliff, and you can only go up through a ropeway.

This ropeway has long been put away by the defense gates, and the remaining four sides are full of cliffs. Normally, the Shijiazhuang disciples cannot go up.

But I didn't expect these disciples of the corpse family village to lie directly on the cliff, climbing to the top of the mountain like a gecko!

The disciples of Fangdaomen were so scared that their hands and feet were numb, and the guys in black clothes in front of them no longer looked like martial artists, they were more like man-eaters among ghosts.

At an entrance of the mountain gate, seven or eight disciples of the defense gate guarded here, and a man with a split head was commanding here.

This man is the big brother of Fangdaomen, his name is Wu Kai.

Since it can be tied with a third-rate master and a master-level master can also be tied, the quack is 50-50.

Wu Kai looked at the Shijiazhuang disciples who were constantly climbing up the mountain, and his scalp was a little numb, and immediately ordered the juniors and sisters to throw rolling wood and kerosene down the mountain.

He absolutely can't watch these guys climb up. If these guys are allowed to climb up, their fate may be more terrifying than death.

A defensive heroine with a pretty face took out a pack of lime powder and sprinkled it towards the bottom.

The crawling Shijiazhuang disciple was immediately fascinated. The female hero seized the opportunity to lift a stone weighing several tens of kilograms and smashed it down at the Shijiazhuang disciple.

Because he was fascinated by lime powder, the Shijiazhuang disciple didn't escape and was hit directly by a big rock.

The woman's face was happy, such a heavy stone, being thrown from such a high place, even the first-rate master would be bloodied, and she managed an attacker.

However, the heroine was not happy for a few seconds, and a look of fear appeared on her face.

The Shijiazhuang disciple was indeed hit by a stone, his skull deformed and his cheeks broke into pieces, but... he was not dead yet!

His hands were still firmly grasping the rock wall, with a terrifying smile on his broken face, crawling towards the top of the mountain like a spider, the degree of horror was no less than Wen Wen who was crawling outside in the middle of the night.

The heroine retreated two steps trembling, with no intention to fight in her heart. As a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, she always claimed to be a female man, and she never blinked her eyes before killing the enemy.

But the sight in front of her aroused her fear. These guys who are besieging the gate of the mountain are not people at all!

As Shi Buxuan said, after being under siege for a few days, coupled with repeated pressure, the spirit of these defensive disciples has reached its limit. As long as they demonstrate overwhelming strength, they will lose the will to resist.

"Little Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

As soon as Wu Kai took a Shijiazhuang disciple down the mountain, he discovered the strangeness of this heroine.

"Brother, I...ah!"

A scarlet tongue protruded from under the rock wall behind the heroine, wrapped around her slender waist.

The slimy tongue squirmed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a five-flowered posture. The Shijiazhuang disciple with a broken face, with a big, hideous mouth, slowly climbed up.

Not only did the female hero fall here, other disciples also climbed up.

After the distance was close enough, Wu Kai could see the faces of these guys clearly and couldn't help feeling cold all over his body.

There are stiff corpses on their tongues, faces and arms, they are not breathing, and there is no temperature on their skin.

The disciples of these corpse family villages may no longer be called humans, but corpses like monsters!

They are just children of the rivers and lakes, not superpowers who catch ghosts and lower demons. They have no resistance to this scene.

Those male disciples who wanted to resist were cruelly dismembered by these corpses. The corpses were eaten by them as delicious ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Those who surrendered were fed a pill by these corpses. His expression became stiff, and he sat on the spot blankly, with no expression in his eyes.

And the female disciples, whether they resisted or not, were all **** with their tongues by these corpses.

They were not given pills because they had other uses.

The corpse people will arrange for them to learn the new corpse lying technique, and they will be sent to the ancestor's room after they have learned it.

So far, nearly a thousand female disciples of various sects have been sent into that room, but none of them have come out alive.

Wu Kai took a deep breath, also a little desperate, wanting to put down the shield, so that he could at least survive.

But as soon as the hand was released, he was firmly grasped again.

He is a great disciple of the defensive door, others can surrender, but he cannot surrender!

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