The Tiger Daoist turned around, saw the ghost crying after him, and laughed: "Little guy, this is a matter of the poor Dao, you should find a safe place to stay!"

Oni Cry cracked his mouth, and Bai Sensen's teeth reflected in the thunder. He said loudly: "I heard that thing is an ancient god and demon, I want to see what it looks like, whether it has three heads and six arms." ”

"Haha, good boy. There was admiration in the eyes of the Tiger Daoist: "Since you want to follow, then come along, when the time comes, don't blame others." ”

"Hmph, naturally don't blame others. The ghost cried and gritted his teeth, followed against the wind and rain, and asked loudly, "Senior, what does that god and demon look like?"

"What does it look like?" The Tiger Daoist laughed twice: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, he doesn't have three heads and six arms, not even a head." ”

Ghost Cry's temples jumped slightly, remembering the scenes here, and couldn't help blurting out: "That thing, it shouldn't be Xingtian, right?"

"Haha, you kid guessed it. That's right, it's the fierce general of the ancient witch clan during the flood period, Xingtian! His bones are buried here, and after thousands of years, he has become a god and demon. The Tiger Daoist looked up into the distance, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes: "Now, what we have to do is ......."

"God Butcher !!"

The anger has completely spread, and the thunder has begun to slash indiscriminately because it has lost its target, or because the target range is too large. One after another, the silver snakes danced wildly, accompanied by an explosion, and the heavens and the earth were black and white, constantly changing.

Xingtian, what is it like?

Is it really as big as in the fantasy world, so big that it reaches into the sky?

When Ghost Cry really saw it, he felt a little disappointed.

The small dirt slope ahead has now broken a big hole. Xingtian crawled out of this, covered in mud and very embarrassed.

But soon, the mud on his body was washed away by the torrential rain, and through the white light of the thunder, he looked at the people slowly coming in the rain, and pulled out the axe and shield on his back.

Devil Cry also saw Xingtian through the thunderlight, but because of the rain curtain, he couldn't see it very clearly. I can only vaguely see a tall headless body.

Xingtian is indeed very tall, nearly two zhang, like a moving hill. However, compared to what you see in the illusion, it's much, much worse.

Soon, the surging demonic aura of loss in Ghost Cry's heart rushed up, and the demonic aura in his body was suppressed, making him feel sullen for a while.

Ghost Cry couldn't help laughing at himself, no matter how he said it, he also had a body two feet tall, and in comparison, the Tiger Dao was only one foot tall.

The zombies in front of them rushed forward silently.

Then, Xingtian raised his axe. The axe had two blades, the size of a millstone and a hilt up to a foot long. For ordinary people, even if they couldn't dance with their hands, they were easily picked up by Xingtian with one arm.

With a slight wave, the heavy rain curtain was pierced, and the rain scattered out like bullets. Ghost Cry saw only an afterimage in his eyes, and then, the upper body of the three zombies had turned into a piece of flesh and was thrown out, leaving the upper body standing in place, slowly falling.

Ghost crying pupils dilated, how difficult these zombies were He had seen with his own eyes, but he didn't expect to be killed so easily.

More zombies swarmed up, and Xingtian lifted her wall-like shield and pushed forward.

The stagnant water on the ground was rolled up and merged with the rain curtain, and then it was shaken away by the shield, forming a hazy white mist. The long, rusty knife slashed against the shield, and with a clink, it was easily bounced off.

Then, the shield slammed into the zombies, and one by one, the zombies, shaped like rags, were thrown into the sky.

Just as they fell, the axe in Xingtian's hand instantly pierced the sky.

In just an instant, the body in mid-air was shattered, turning into countless fragments and flesh, flying in all directions.

Xingtian once again crossed the shield and knocked several zombies flying.

Shields, axes, just a simple conversion, after a few rounds, more than 20 zombies, only one remains.

Xingtian raised his axe and slashed it with a straw.

Bang!

The zombie, with a knife, was chopped into the dirt with an axe and turned into a puddle of flesh.

Thundered!

With the rumbling thunder, the world slowly plunged into darkness again. Xingtian's tall body disappeared into the eyes of the ghost cry.

One thunderbolt, three breaths, and 20 zombies have been wiped out.

The corners of the ghost crying eyes twitched, this, how to fight?

In this rainstorm, he even became extremely difficult to move, and his speed was at least twice as slow as usual. In the boiling demonic qi of Xingtian, the demonic qi in the body was almost completely suppressed, and the strength decreased again.

Fortunately, he had already seen the demonic aura of Xingtian before he came, and he resisted the demonic aura in a short period of time, otherwise, he wouldn't even think that he would behave much better than those zombies.

Clenched the long knife hard, gritted his teeth, and Ghost Cry stepped forward again.

Another thunderbolt, and the heavens and the earth were full of daylight.

I don't know when, the Tiger Daoist had already arrived in front of Xingtian and grabbed a stone stick stuck in the ground.

With a strong grip, a layer of stone on the surface shattered, revealing the pitch-black iron rod inside. On the iron rod, golden lines appeared, which were the true characters of the runes.

The iron rod was pulled out, and the earth trembled. The Tiger Daoist stomped on the ground and flew up. The iron rod in his hand was raised high, and with a loud roar, it slashed downward.

The demonic spirit soared into the air, rolling up the sky.

At this moment, the wind and rain are quiet.

The next moment, heaven and earth shattered.

There was a muffled sound, and thunder broke out on the ground. The iron rod collided with the large shield, and a large area of electric snakes swam away. The ground exploded, and countless mud splattered. The energy is raging, and the wind and rain roll back.

The ghost cried with a sigh in his chest, was hit by the aftermath, and his mouth was sweet, and he almost wanted to vomit blood. He raised his head with difficulty, but the wind and rain blurred his eyes.

The rumbling thunder exploded in his ears, and the white light that illuminated the heavens and the earth was quickly engulfed in darkness. And just when the darkness was rampant, another thunderbolt fell from the sky.

Iron rods, sliding off the shield. The giant axe, the size of the grinding disk, was picked up by the thick arm with one arm, and it was extremely fast in an instant, and the wind and rain were also stirred.

The Tiger Daoist twisted his body, and the iron rod was horizontal in front of his chest. Then there was a loud bang, and the huge body more than a foot tall flew out. It smashed into a muddy field, and that piece of land exploded in an instant as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

Xingtian raised his feet and strode over, the ghost cried and his scalp exploded, he didn't expect that the Tiger Daoist was not his enemy, and he was directly knocked to the ground by a blow.

But now he can't care about that, he has to delay time for the Tiger Daoist. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the blood in Devil Cry's body boiled, and he pulled out his legs stuck in the mud, burning all his potential, and strode forward.