Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

However, although several people wanted to avoid its sharp edge and escape the attack of this evil soldier, there was a practical problem before them, where should they escape?

The dense drumbeats that came to their ears were very strange, as if they were coming from all directions. They had no idea which direction it came from, and it was impossible for them to know how to choose the right path to avoid it.

If you make the right choice, you may really be able to escape, but if you make the wrong choice and directly run into the evil soldier taking advantage of the way, it is equivalent to giving someone a meal and throwing yourself into a trap.

As for the Yin soldiers taking advantage of the opportunity to show up and they run away, it will actually be already too late.

Xu Tingyun and Gan Mingfeng have both checked. This kind of ghost-like thing is extremely weird. It's okay if you can't see it. Once it falls into sight, it's impossible to run away. On the contrary, it will accelerate your own death.

One of the reasons why the two of them survived back then was that there were many masters at that time, and everyone ran away. How could a few escape by chance? Gan Mingfeng and Xu Tingyun were one of them.

Secondly, they each have their own means, at least they can protect their bodies from the impact of the evil spirit.

Among them, Meng Zhao is probably the most confident. As long as he wears the God-Yu armor, any evil spirit will be eliminated by him and will never threaten his life.

And even if he doesn't reveal his trump card, Meng Zhao can handle it with ease with his own martial arts training.

Gan Mingfeng put all his hopes on Meng Zhao and said to him,

"Junior brother, what do you think, which direction should we flee to avoid this disaster?"

If it were only Meng Zhao himself, he would probably be very excited to step forward and carefully study the secrets of the so-called Yin soldiers' borrowing methods, because this would not only broaden his horizons, but in fact it would also be a kind of cultivation and deepening of his own heritage. , which is very helpful for martial arts practice.

Now that he has these burdens, he naturally cannot act willfully. After thinking about it, he still points out the way.

"Going west, the other three sides are filled with death energy. Only this direction is alive. However, I suspect that this may also be an illusion left by the weird Yin spirit, because this is very similar to the three sieges mentioned in the Art of War. "

The so-called encirclement of three barriers means that when one party attacks the enemy, regardless of whether it has the ability to completely wipe out the enemy, it must leave a way for the enemy to survive, reduce the opponent's resistance, and thereby reduce its own losses.

However, by doing this, the Yin spirit may have given a wrong hint to ambush the so-called way of survival.

"Okay, let's go west. Everyone, pay attention to protecting the formation. If anything unusual happens, notify each other immediately. In this time of crisis, we are all in the same boat. We can no longer fight independently and harbor evil intentions. "

Xu Tingyun made a decision immediately. The sound of the drums was getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be a faint sound of horse hooves hitting the ground and wheels rolling. It seemed that thousands of troops were about to attack, and he had to make a decision.

So everyone followed Meng Zhao's instructions and headed west.

We went through thorns and thorns all the way, and found a path in a rugged, steep, and seemingly dangerous forest.

The drumbeat in their ears has gradually disappeared, and everyone thought they had escaped the crisis of the sinister soldier taking advantage of their way.

Before he could take a breath, the violent drumbeats came again, and they were much faster and louder than before.

This drum beat had a strange rhythm and power, causing everyone's true energy to flow freely in their bodies, and their blood energy to surge up.

An ordinary Houtian martial artist would probably have been shocked to death just by hearing the sound of the drums.

And they are all innately first-rate, even masters, with a lot of resistance and strong protection for themselves.

I only feel slightly unwell, but I won't completely lose my life or be seriously injured.

Wu Chen glanced at Meng Zhao angrily. He was the one who said there was a way out to the west, but now it seemed that wherever there was a way out, it was clearly a dead end. Now he might have to use the means of squeezing the bottom of the box.

Peng Haibing's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, if these guys were killed, maybe they could use their corpses to make some articles and refine some corpse puppets, which would also be of great use.

Although Gan Mingfeng was also very worried, knowing that Meng Zhao was there, he could do anything to save his life. It would not be like two years ago, when he could only rely on luck and wait for death.

Before anyone could discuss how to deal with it, a thick white mist came from all directions like water waves.

The fog is moist. At first glance, it looks very similar to the white fog in the climate. However, if you look closely, you can find that there are shadows standing in the white fog. I don't know if it is just an illusion, an illusion, or it is real. things.

Wu Chen's eyes moved, and he took out a living thing from the cloth bag on his waist. It was not a fist monkey, but a furry little mouse. He threw it hard and hit it in the white mist that was approaching them. .

Next, we saw a horrifying scene. The white mouse directly decomposed and dried at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a small skeleton and fell to the ground, but it did not pass through the white mist according to common sense.

It seems that the white mist is not a real mist, but a block of standing shields, with the power to corrode the souls of all flesh and blood.

"What should I do? Have you fought hard, everyone?"

Min Tao took a big gulp of air at this time. There were two small vortices between the wings of his nose, and his eyes held a determination that he would rather be broken than destroyed.

"You can't fight, brother Xiao Meng, do you have any way to use the treasure behind you to stop this evil soldier?"

Xu Tingyun finally asked Meng Zhao for help. He knew that this mysterious young man was definitely extraordinary and might even be hidden deeper than anyone else present.

At this critical moment, he felt that the other party would also use their trump cards to maintain a glimmer of hope.

Of course, the most important thing was that he did not see any anxiety, panic, despair or other negative emotions from Meng Zhao's face or eyes.

Meng Zhaoyou was still calm and indifferent, like a machine without any emotions, only pure reason.

And there is no one who is not afraid of death. Since he is afraid of death, and there is no fear or despair, there is a high probability that he still feels that he will not die.

It was based on this observation and judgment that Xu Tingyun believed that this young man named Xiao Meng should have a way to help them avoid this disaster.

It was not until this moment that Wu Chen and Min Tao truly understood that the terrifying thing about Lishou Mountain was not the ferocious beasts and poisonous insects that everyone knew about, but more of this weird and weird thing.

Of course, the two of them also knew that Meng Zhao had a so-called treasure to protect him, and they also had high hopes for it.

Meng Zhao nodded and was about to open the evil tribulation and use the evil weapon and evil tribulation to swallow up all these Yin spirits and turn them into his own foundation and spirituality to enhance the power of the evil weapon, but his eyelids suddenly jumped wildly.

There was also a strange emotion in my heart.

Evil Tribulation cannot be used. Once used, some unknown changes will occur.