I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Fierce winds and rains, lightning and thunder.

Everyone looked in the same direction.

In the depths of the rain curtain, two red blood-like lights lit up, like two lanterns shining in the long night.

The chilling evil aura rushed and smashed on Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu’s body, and smashed on everyone’s body.

Is this an eye?

This is by no means a human eye!

There was a string in everyone’s head.

Everyone stared at those golden candle-like eyes, allowing the rain to blur their vision, and did not dare to raise their hands to wipe them.

“Give me the bow!”

When the atmosphere was almost suffocated, Gu Wuyang strode out of the Fang Yuan Array.

The big hand reached out and took the 10,000-stone bow handed by a Janissary.

A thousand killing arrows forged from stainless steel are pressed against the bowstring.

The muscular young man slammed his strength.

The bow is like a full moon.

Next second.

With a buzz, the bowstring trembled.

In the screams of the ghost crying wolf, a thousand killing arrows wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, piercing drop after drop of rain.

In the middle of the sky, one crystal clear rain flower after another blooms.

The sharp arrow was like a silver horse and slammed into the depths of the rain curtain.

Boom.

Everyone heard the crisp cracking sound of a thousand killing arrows breaking.

See the blazing sparks splashing around.

“Click~”

Lightning tore through the thick and heavy clouds, and the heavens and the earth were as bright as day.

In an instant, the pupils in everyone’s eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

A muffled bang.

Ten thousand stone bows fell to the ground.

Gu Wuyang’s scalp was numb, and his steps subconsciously regressed.

Deep in the rain curtain.

A behemoth seemed to be a god who dominated this mountain, and its red vertical pupils burning with flames looked at everyone coldly.

The dense crimson gold scales were like armor forged by the heavenly fire. The thick and knotted body is full of indescribable extreme violent beauty.

“Goo~”

Zhao Mang’s throat squirmed, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, as if swallowing a mouthful of hot magma.

When he looked at those pair of red vertical eyes, it was like a mountain pressing down on the spine.

The Seventh Prince of Weidu trembled with both eyes, and he had a strong urge to kneel on the ground and kowtow reverently.

Suddenly.

The terrifying vertical pupils that overflowed with gold were extinguished.

Swirling is even layers of dense scales, opening and closing up and falling.

The sound of metal rubbing came from the depths of the rain curtain, ahead, around, in every direction that everyone could feel.

“Ugh!”

In a miserable scream.

The square circle array immediately missed a corner.

A Janissary was dragged into the depths of the old forest by a terrifying force.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Immediately after, there is the familiar clicking and chewing sound.

He is eating!

Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, Gu Wuyang, and the twenty-seven Janissaries were tightly squeezed into a mountain of meat.

Between people, body and body, there are almost no gaps.

As if so, it can alleviate the surging fear in the heart.

They have become a flat boat on the ocean.

The behemoth is a stormy sea.

Again and again, I want to smash the flat boat into the depths of the bottomless abyss.

“Your Highness, retreat, we shouldn’t trespass on this mountain!”

Gu Wuyang’s face was extremely pale.

“Retreat?!”

Zhao Mang gritted his teeth, “Do you think this beast will let us leave the mountain alive?”

Gu Wuyang’s face was stunned.

“His mother’s has not even seen the face of the young assassin surnamed Chen and his master.”

Zhao Mang gently patted Ye Zhaoqiu’s shoulder.

“Use the hole card, slaughter this beast

~” “Good~”

The girl in white tapped her head and quickly untied the ancient sword box she was carrying.

At the gap between the lid of the bronze sword box and the body of the box, several yellow paper talismans are attached.

The heavy rain was so violent, but the talisman was miraculously dripping.

Ye Zhaoqiu stretched out his plain hand, one after another, and removed the talisman basket.

“Ah~”

Another Janissary was dragged away.

The fear suppressed by everyone was like a volcano erupting in an instant.

Swish~

One after another, the 10,000-stone bow was pulled into a full moon by the Janissaries.

One after another, a thousand killing arrows shot into the depths of the rain curtain.

The wind suddenly became whimpering.

It’s like crying, it’s like laughter.

Weeping people are about to bury this mountain.

Ridicule everyone for being so small, faintly like dust.

The rain is falling heavier and the wind is getting stronger.

One Janissary after another, dragged by the forces of terror into the depths of the rainstorm, disappeared.

The chewing sound of clicking and crushing bones, the swallowing sound of blood and flesh sliding into the throat, is like an invisible big hand, strangling the throat of the living, suffocating.

“Okay~”

The voice of the girl in white seemed to float from nine days away.

A total of nine talismans were removed intact.

Click.

Ye Zhaoqiu opened the lid of the box.

Inside the bronze ancient sword box, half of a broken war spear lay impressively.

The ancient war spear was as black as ink, and it was full of dense cracks.

It’s like a light touch and it falls apart.

“Is this the killer skill of the National Master?!”

Gu Wuyang stared at the crumbling ancient war spear and muttered to himself.

“Black Death Spear, has two characteristics.”

Zhao Mang’s eyes brightened: “First, as long as this spear is thrown, it will definitely hit the target.

Gu Wuyang was curious, “What about the second?”

Zhao Mang took the ancient war spear from the white-clothed girl, stared at the back of a Janissary in front of him, and said in a cold voice: “Second, one life for another!” With

a pop, blood splattered.

The ancient war spear was like piercing into tender tofu, easily inserted into the body of the Praetorian Guard.

In an instant, the Praetorian Guard’s body of qi and blood essence was like a sea of rivers, frantically pouring into the ancient war spear.

Except for Ye Zhaoqiu, the girl in white, everyone’s eyes widened.

Because since ancient times inside the spear of war, I heard the sound of grumbling and drinking.

This spear is like a living creature!

A muffled bang.

In just a few seconds, the Praetorian Guard who was stabbed in the back by Zhao Mang was sucked alive into a human jerky by the ancient war spear.

Zombie-like emaciated corpses, smashed heavily on wet thick rotting leaves.

Now.

The originally inky black ancient war spear in Zhao Mang’s hand turned scarlet as blood.

As if soaked in blood for thousands of years.

Exudes a bone-chilling murderous aura.

Zhao Mang slowly closed his eyes, outlining the appearance of the behemoth in his heart.

Ye Zhaoqiu, Gu Wuyang, and the only thirteen remaining Praetorian Guards, while closely guarding, silently prayed in their hearts.

If this spear could not be killed, or could not seriously injure the behemoth, they would never have a second chance to strike.

The metallic sound of scales rubbing against each other came from all directions.

Even if they keep their eyes open, they can’t see where He is.

Soon.

Sketching is complete.

Zhao Mang opened his eyes abruptly.

The right arm that gripped the Black Death Spear was raised high and back.

Next second.

The whole body drives the right arm.

The blood-red ancient war spear was thrown fiercely.

It was as if an eternal glow of blood cut through the long night.

Everyone looked at the depths of the rain curtain splashing billions of dazzling wisps of sparks.

The burning eye was extremely painful.

Immediately after, there were large splatters of crimson-gold blood.

Finally, there is the rumble of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The whole mountain seemed to be shaking slightly.

The downpour suddenly turned into a drizzle.

People have to suspect that the actual manipulator of this inexplicable rain is not God, but the behemoth.

After a brief dead silence.

Zhao Mang’s eyes flickered: “Wuyang, take a few people to take a look.” ”