The wolf demon stuck out its tongue, spewed hot air, grabbed the huge mace, and slowly walked towards this side.

The wind rose, and the two demons were close, but only two steps.

The wolf demon stopped, looking at the piles of corpses around the ghost crying, the mace pointed, and the black demon qi broke out of the body: "Them, mine, you, get out of !!"

He sensed the danger of Devil Cry and decided to be diplomatic.

Ghost Cry will not eat corpses, and if there is no wolf demon, he will naturally leave. But with the wolf demon, he decided to stay.

His body was branded as hell. Once this body is destroyed, he will be forcibly dragged back to hell.

He didn't want to go back to hell, he didn't want to suffer that kind of desperate torture, he preferred his soul to dissipate, but unfortunately, as long as the brand of hell existed, he couldn't do it.

Therefore, there is only one way, to wear off the imprint of hell, merit!

Kill this wolf demon and he will gain merit.

The wolf demon sensed the danger, and his hair stood on end, revealing his sharp teeth.

The next moment, a breeze blew in his face, and the wolf demon squinted his eyes.

It was at this moment that the ghost cry instantly approached the wolf demon and slashed out.

The wolf demon retreated, a strand of hair fluttering in the wind.

His arm, blood oozing out, cracked a bloody hole.

After a knife, the ghost cried and dragged the knife back.

The mace swept away, bringing the sound of the wind, and the ghosts who blew cried and danced wildly.

Ghost Cry suddenly stopped his retreating steps, took an abrupt step forward, and stabbed again.

The wolf was stabbed in the left leg, and blood splattered. Hurriedly picked up the mace, Ghost Cry slid forward, and the two demons faced each other, almost close together.

The ghost cried and whispered in the wolf demon's ear: "Do you smell it!"

The wolf demon was stunned: "What?"

The two demons passed by, and the mace was bye, smashing on the ground, and the dirt rolled.

Straight blood arrows rushed out from the wolf demon's waist, and he let go of his hand, and the mace fell to the ground, along with the internal organs with large patches of dark red blood.

Crash!!!

The wolf demon fell to his knees, desperate to pick up the entrails.

The ghost cried with his back to the wolf demon, and stood two steps away.

He seemed to say to the wolf demon, and as if to say to himself, "The breath of death." ”

The bell rings happily and makes a pleasant sound.

Ghost Cry strode away without looking back.

He is confident, and there is a demonic aura on his knife.

The wolf demon can use the demon qi to speed up his own recovery, and his demon qi is constantly destroying the wolf demon's body.

It's easier to destroy than to build.

The wolf demon is dead.

He held his head high, held his long knife, and smiled brightly at the rising sun.

It's a good place for youkai, but he's still going to get out of here.

He wants to complete the obsession of this body as soon as possible, then do more good deeds, accumulate more merits, and then spend his life happily until the end of his life, and then disappear.

In front of him, the wandering corpse demon, the weasel spirit who stole the corpse, and the white bone demon who came to absorb the corpse qi all consciously retreated to both sides, buried their heads and bowed their heads, welcoming the ghost cry.

Seeing the ghost crying away, the demons breathed a sigh of relief.

Demons are different from humans, and there are often rumors that a certain demon eats people.

However, in fact, the strength of many demons is not comparable to that of people, and they use spells at most to coax and intimidate.

Demons that can be stronger than the vast majority of people are called big demons, or demon kings, or great immortals.

That wolf demon is a big demon, and among them, it is very rare.

No way, there's not enough time here to give birth or attract powerful enough youkai yet.

So, these little monsters are here, take this opportunity to eat as much as they can.

Devil May Cry can kill a big demon, which they can't afford to provoke.

Suddenly, the bodies of the demons who breathed a sigh of relief suddenly stiffened, and they saw the ghost cry who had just left and went back again.

However, Ghost Cry ignored them and looked down instead.

"Ahh Ghost Cry happily picked up the scabbard and put the long knife of the same name as him into the scabbard.

Then, stride away.

A group of little demons, you look at me, look at you, and at the same time breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly pick up the corpse.

The corpse is a good thing, and those armor and weapons are also good things, if you don't take advantage of this time to make a good profit, you will have to eat soil in the future.

......

The leaves are yellow, and they don't fall.

Birds flew south, and smoke rose in the distance.

I don't know if it's the smoke or the flames of war.

Carrying a knife, Oni Cry walked along the path, lined with towering trees.

The wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves roll underfoot.

A fallen leaf flew in and stuck to his messy hair.

The ghost cried and picked up the leaves, shook them off, stopped, and listened.

In the wind, there was the sound of crying.

It seems that it is not cooking smoke.

Ghost Cry sighed, and strode towards that side, just as he was hungry, presumably, there would be food over there.

Passing through the woods, a stream stopped in front of me.

Across the creek is a mess of farmland. Passing through the farmland, there are more than a dozen thatched huts that make up a village. In the village, the fire was blazing, black smoke was rising, and the cries were becoming clearer.

The creek is not wide, and after becoming a demon, the ghost cry is inhuman, and it is easy to jump over the creek.

His pace quickened, and slowly, it turned into a jog.

As he got closer, his speed began to get faster, faster and faster.

Gradually, the wind brought by running blew his messy hair, and on both sides of the field, the withered yellow grass was blown low to the ground by the wind.

Brush!

The long knife is unsheathed, and the scabbard falls to the ground.

It seems that I feel the mood of the ghost crying, and the bell rings rapidly.

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......"

One of the routs grinned and caught his uncle's kicked head, sticking it into his spear.

He was originally just a recruit of the Great Song Dynasty, and he was taken by his uncle.

Then, Da Zhou and Da Qin suddenly crossed the Great River at the same time and launched an attack on the Great Song.

The war began so suddenly.

Frightened by the fighting on the battlefield, he fled with his uncle, gathered with some of the routs, and fled here.

Then, a killing for no reason began.

Seeing the villagers crying and falling under their guns made his heart flutter and washed away the fear in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard the bell ring, and then saw his companion look behind him in surprise.

Involuntarily, looking back.

"Enemy attack!" his companion's high-pitched voice exploded, and he saw a dark shadow rapidly dilute in his pupils.

The silver-like sword bloomed, and the long knife attached to the demonic aura was extremely sharp.

The neck of the rout, even the belt bone was cut in two.

A fountain of blood rose to the sky, and the bones rolled to his feet with a large head.

He was also cut off with a spear.

The barrel of the gun, which was thick with a child's arm, was cut off with a knife, and the section was neat and smooth, and the texture on it was clearly visible.

The head he had stuck in the tip of the spear fell, and lined up neatly with the head of the rout.

The rout's companion spotted Ghost Cry in time, so he reacted and grabbed his spear and shot Ghost Cry.

Bing is a veteran and skilled in his skills.

The gun is a flat gun, the king of guns, and one of the most difficult to defend.

This shot, the tip of the gun turned slightly, and the blackened red tassels turned like an umbrella, and the cold light flashed, and it had already rushed to the chest.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

Strength, reflexes, eyesight, skill, the veteran is at a disadvantage.

There was a strange sound, and the knives and guns touched.

The tip of the spear deflected and was pressed down by the knife, and the tip of the spear, which had been pierced to the chest, grazed the armor, leaving a white mark on the armor.

Then the blade of the knife was attached to the barrel of the gun, and the finger of the veteran was cut off with one sword.

Before the veteran could scream, the long knife was already sinking into his chest, the tip of the knife peeking through his back.

And the leather armor on his body didn't play a defensive role at all.

The blade of the knife was slashed upward, all the way up, like a bamboo, the ribs in the chest were slashed, and a red line spread directly through the throat to the jaw.

Two knives, two people.