Chapter 683

Playing with Xu Yibao, I can't stand behind them, but I can't stand with them.

Oddly enough, the wall under his foot is a real entity for the demon hunter. Instead of penetrating the wall like he passed through those houses, he bumped into the wall.

Xu Yichen couldn't climb up the wall like a monk. The wall seemed absolutely smooth to him, and he couldn't borrow any strength.

Finally, it was along the wall where the green skins were blown down that the demon hunters saw the scene of green skin fighting the paladin.

He didn't know if the city wall was so special, so Xu Yichen planned to see the situation. Since the green skins had made a gap in the wall, he would wait quietly.

In this way, the demon hunter found his team, peeping on the other side of the gap, and stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen.

"I don't know why. I always feel cool behind my back." Li Yanlong twisted his buttocks and changed his posture.

"I've done too much to worry about?" Wang Yue, who was sitting on the ground, stamped his back against the arrow, carefully maintained his two long swords, and said frankly: "Miss Carlo, um...

the assassin Fan Li quickly covered Wang Yue's mouth, and then laughed at Li Yanlong. Beside Li Yanlong, it was the father of girl Carlo, Knight Bart.

At this time, the old knight was looking at Li Yanlong with a scrutinizing eye, staring at each other's head with sweat, scratching his ears and scratching his cheek to switch the topic: "no, I mean, it feels like the head is looking at me behind him. How can I say that?"

Li Yanlong studied Xu Yichen's manner seriously, looked at the front coldly, and then pointed to himself: "this is the look, the political commissar's standard posture!"

Li Yanlong's action immediately let the players on the city wall burst into laughter.

"You don't learn at all, but I can understand what you mean! Ha ha ha Vitoria laughed the most happily. The next fight was fierce. The firearm and Magic were shooting at each other. They could not even notice their voice: "if Xu knew that you described him like that behind his back, you would be dead!"

I don't know why, li felt more pressure from behind. He looked back with some doubts and couldn't help shrinking his neck: "it's the hell!"

Xu Yichen also couldn't help but smile, but the smile soon froze.

After the demon hunter, the evil spirits in the town of Wangxiang seemed to be stimulated by something. They swarmed from all over the city to the gap of the wall!

All kinds of strange and strange ghosts almost filled the streets and the ruins on both sides. Xu Yichen standing on the city wall looked at the number of nearly thousands!

That's right. The demon hunter carried his sword and walked down the collapsed part of the city wall step by step.

The green skins' explosive bags were not so powerful that the city wall did not collapse completely, but a large part was missing at the bottom of the outer side. The old and dilapidated wall collapsed from both sides to the inside along the gap.

A winding path was formed on both sides of the road, allowing only one person to pass through.

At this time, the target of the thousands of wronged souls is that small one, which can only pass through a person's small gap!

But in front of them, there is a smiling and leisurely sailis with a long sword. He just blocks the only way to freedom for the evil spirits!

Master Sanzang only felt that his eyes were bright. Suddenly, he was exposed to such a bright place from the dark, which made his eyes tingle!

Nevertheless, master Sanzang still maintained the fighting power of a monk, and the monk who was proficient in blind combat raised his hand to block his right eye.

"When!" A sharp black object poked on the back of master Sanzang's metallized hand and was instantly ejected.

Tang Sanzang opened his eyes and finally saw the surrounding environment.

This is a fairly spacious underground temple. More than a dozen thick stone pillars connect the ceiling and the ground, playing a supporting role. Each column is inlaid with a circle of exquisite night pearls, blooming with its own light.

The light source of this space comes from those night pearls.

He was attacked by a monk with dark skin. He was wearing a black robe, and his arm was gradually changing from a black spear to an arm.

In the middle of the temple, a human shaped object kneeling on the floor let master Sanzang know for the first time that it was the entity of Yama.

The whole figure is black, just like the background of the starry sky. It's very deep, so that people can't take away their eyes when they look at the past.

Around Yanmo, countless black silk threads like smoke and fog are closely connected to Yama, while the other end disappears in the ceiling.

These silk threads are constantly shaking, and occasionally one will be broken, but soon a new silk thread will spread out from the body of "Yama" and disappear again on the ceiling above the head.

"Forever night, do you still want to be stubborn?" The voice suddenly opened before, so that master Sanzang's attention completely attracted by "Yama" regained his attention.The dark skinned monk was sure to be eternal night. He put his hands together and whispered in the direction of Yan Mo: "master, I always think that we may have done something wrong. It's not that the disciples are stubborn, but the master. Your persistence is wrong."

Master Sanzang looked in the direction of eternal night's salutation and saw a monk sitting cross legged. However, in his perception, the other side did not exist at all!

What's more, the monk with white beard was sitting cross legged and floating in the air.

The professional talent of immortality was learned when the monk was at level 15. It can keep the physical quality and appearance of the monk forever, and will not be affected by aging until death.

In front of him, the monk is really aging, but this means of floating in the void is the symbol of the legendary monk!

Master Sanzang also found that although the old monk was floating in front of Yama, he consciously avoided the kneeling direction of Yama.

"Let this benefactor laugh, I and my disciples have some differences in concept." The voice of the old monk is still tired: "this is the essence of" Yanmo ", the last peacock king who was burned into colorful glass

"What's the purpose of bringing me here? Why did the Yongye master attack me? " Master Sanzang stood at the door and asked quietly, "do these black lines mean that Yan Mo is about to get out of trouble?"

"Because I want to borrow your head from your neck!"

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