Help! This Savior Is Too Old!

In the painter's bureau, when the smoke clears, what is coming?

Jiang Bai now knows the answer, which is the arrival of the next gunfire.

There was no respite, no pause. As soon as the crisis in the burial ground was lifted, the beast tide was detonated by the painter.

This time, there is no buffer space and no one can mediate.

Because of the original buffer space, the leader of the alien beasts, the old Beast King, has died in the Ghost Mirror House!

To be precise, what died was not the complete old Beast King, but the good and evil part of the old Beast King.

However, Jiang Bai knew very well that this was no different from the death of the old Beast King.

The part of the old beast king left on the outside is evil on the outside and good on the inside. No matter what is going on inside, it will definitely be happy to see a bloody storm.

Moreover, regarding the effect of [Shui Yue], Jiang Bai is still not sure whether it is different from the inside and outside, and whether the inside and outside are different.

The artist's designs are linked one by one, leaving room for error between each design, and there are endless tricks.

Even if Jiang Bai and others had just solved a crisis, the painter immediately set off a new powder keg.

In a sense, the harm caused by the burial ground is even far less than the beast tide!

The emergence of the burial ground is a slow process, and during the entire process, there will be top experts watching, and the eyes of those above the dragon level never leave.

Once Jiang Bai and others are not going smoothly and the burial ground is at risk of losing control, either the First Ksitigarbha or Kongtian Emperor will take action at the time they feel is appropriate.

But the beast tide is coming...

That can only be watering the battlefield with blood and fighting with real swords and guns.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bai suddenly laughed out loud.

Wei Junjie was puzzled.

"Brother Jiang, why are you laughing?"

Jiang Bai answered truthfully, "I laugh at the painter's careful planning. He will definitely arrange strange beasts nearby to ambush you and me!"

Wei Junjie:? ? ?

What the hell is so funny?

Jiang Bai broke his brain?

Since you knew there was an ambush, why didn't you run away quickly? Why were you still standing there?

Wei Junjie looked around and became alert. After being reminded by Jiang Bai, he immediately noticed something abnormal around him.

They were in the jungle at the moment, but the surroundings were extremely quiet!

Noticing Wei Junjie's gaze, these ambush beasts simply stopped pretending and walked out of the shadows.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at the two of them. The beast's eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, and it could pounce at any time and tear the two of them into pieces!

Wei Junjie just took a cursory glance and found that there were no less than ten strange beasts that had been sublimated three times in the field!

They had just escaped from the burial ground and were not in good condition.

Although Jiang Bai's body is full of immortal matter, he has already used seven or eight of his trump cards. If he is consumed again here, it will only be more difficult in the future.

This place is still hundreds of miles away from the Qinhan Pass. If there are constant attacks by strange beasts along the way, even if the two of them are lucky enough to survive, they will still have to shed a layer of skin.

The most important thing is that the energy cannot be replenished.

In the past three days, Wei Junjie has been almost sleepless. The battles Jiang Bai has experienced are a hundred times more dangerous than Wei Junjie!

Jiang Bai does have a lot of gains, but it will take time to fully digest them!

But the appearance of the siege by the alien beasts means that the painter had already anticipated it.

He wants to kill Jiang Bai!

In addition to the strange beasts, Jiang Bai also faces the devil's pursuit!

"Kingka plays the first half and Suigetsu plays the second half, right?"

Jiang Bai sighed, the painter was more difficult to deal with than he thought.

If Jiang Bai guessed correctly, the painter's ultimate goal is to let the mirror, flowers, water and moon reappear in the world.

Jinghua was taken away by the First Ksitigarbha. If there is a chance, Jiang Bai will go to the forbidden area of ​​​​death in the Protectorate, and maybe there will be new gains.

At the moment, Jiang Bai has new troubles to solve. At least these dozen or so three-sublimated beasts are not an easy bone to chew on.

Jiang Bai didn't intend to bite this hard nut from the beginning.

Without thinking, he shouted at the top of his lungs,

"Where are you, Marquis Wen!"

"You were not at Qinhan Pass at all!"

Hearing the name Wen Hou, the strange beasts present obviously hesitated for a moment.

They were old rivals with the Han thieves, and Marquis Wen was the third most powerful figure among the Han thieves, with a savage reputation that no one knew about.

The only thing that surprised them was that Jiang Bai was actually related to Wen Hou?

What shocked the beast even more was that as Jiang Bai's voice came, someone actually responded!

A blood horse rushed to the battlefield first, followed by a Fangtian painted halberd.

Before people arrive, the beasts retreat!

When the majestic Marquis Wen arrived at the scene, the strange beasts surrounding Jiang Bai had already retreated three miles.

Hengmei glanced at him coldly, and Marquis Wen had no nonsense.

"Jiang Bai, we agreed to delay it for three days. Although the time has not yet come, I am not an unreasonable person... I won't hold the horse for free and I will send you back to Qinhan Pass. You and I will be cleared. How about that?"

Jiang Bai had no reason to refuse, "It's just what I want."

After saying that, Jiang Bai got on the blood horse and flicked the reins.

"Der, drive!"

The blood horse remained motionless and even laughed contemptuously.

Marquis Wen wanted to say something, but considering Jiang Bai's previous behavior, he risked his life, entered the burial ground, and solved a world-destroying disaster.

Based on this alone, Marquis Wen was willing to give him a toast and praise him as a man.

"Let's go."

With Marquis Wen's words, the blood horse moved and walked towards Qinhan Pass.

Jiang Bai lay on the horse, a little listless, and asked weakly,

"Is the beast tide coming?"

"Half an hour ago, the first wave of beasts had already begun to attack the Qinhan Pass."

Marquis Wen looked worried and sighed,

"The previous beast tide has not yet reached its full strength. Many strange beasts are waiting and watching. They are the subordinates of the old Beast King. The old Beast King has not spoken. They will not act rashly..."

Everyone knows what happened next.

Xue Hu broke the news with one sentence. Once the old Beast King died, his subordinates were no longer subject to any restrictions.

It would be okay if it was just like this, because most of the exotic beasts have their own ideas, and they don't necessarily have to be in trouble with Qin and Han Dynasties.

However, the successor of the old Beast King must avenge the old Beast King!

Only under the banner of revenge for the old Beast King can he inherit the legacy of the old Beast King.

A war is inevitable.

Jiang Bai frowned, "Emperor of Heaven, won't Ksitigarbha and the others step in to stop them?"

"this...."

Marquis Wen sighed and said helplessly,

"It's a long story. You should rest for a while first and regain some energy before you worry about these things."

Marquis Wen could see that Jiang Bai was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, relying on one breath to hang on, but in fact he was almost exhausted.

At the moment, Jiang Bai's old energy has dissipated and new energy has not emerged. If he continues to hold on, he may leave troublesome hidden dangers.

Jiang Bai nodded, did not insist, and fell asleep directly on the horse.

Of course he couldn't fall asleep completely, he would just open one eye or close one eye.

In Jiang Bai's heavenly space, a hairpin hung in the air and a button was pressed.

A woman's voice came from the hairpin, not as hysterical as Bianhua, calm and gentle,

"I am Bianhua, recording for the first time, and I am performing mission 002...."