Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

Just as the man in red in front of Zhang Meng threw the sacrifice to the palace and was about to walk back, Zhang Meng suddenly felt his body slanting, and a cold hand touched his neck. "It is now that the fat man threw all the solid fuel into the sky."

Zhang Meng's eyes were so angry that the fat man heard this. When he tightened his cheeks and threw the large pieces of solid fuel into the air.

"shot"

The Type 54 pistol in Zhang Meng's hand suddenly spat out two bullets in a row, and the huge recoil force almost made him throw the gun out.

Almost at the same time, the fat man and Ia Na behind him also shot immediately.

They had already vaguely noticed what Zhang Meng wanted to do, but is this useful?

The solid fuel is actually a solidified thing mixed with ethanol, alcohol, gasoline, rubber and other things. When the bullet hits, a large ball of fire burst out. Zhang Meng was relatively close, and he only felt that the air in front of him seemed to have been drained all at once. The hot air pressed him so hard that it was even difficult for him to breathe.

Boom boom boom boom boom

These solid fuels are extremely hard, like rubber. Even if they are impacted by bullets, they do not scatter at all. Each bullet will burst out with a large halo that will blind people. Zhang Meng even smelled a strong burnt smell, and she didn't know how much her eyebrows and hair had burned.

The fire was so loud that it was like a gas tank exploded, and a terrifying wave of heat suddenly swept through it.

The cold air emitted by the men in red seemed to melt the ice, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A huge wailing sound came from around him. Zhang Meng only felt a lighter on her body. The man in red who was holding her was rolling in pain on the ground at this moment, and countless small wounds seemed to be cracked on his face, and blood plasma stained his entire cheeks.

Zhang Meng suddenly saw that the man in red in front of him seemed to have broken, his body tilted a lot, and the expression on his face became extremely ferocious and distorted.

Before Zhang Meng could react, she felt that he was pushed away by a huge force for several meters. His face changed drastically. The heat released by his fucking solid fuel actually wounded the skin of the ghost in red, causing the man in red to explode.

A sensation sounded in the air, as if it was a sound made by pouring a basin of water on a red soldering iron. A layer of pale white smoke filled the air, and the water waves spread out layer by layer in the air.

And this time, it seemed that the cold breath and the heat flow canceled out each other, and Zhang Meng and the others did not suffer any major damage.

Zhang Meng originally planned to hold her head and withstand that terrifying impact no matter what. Now that she saw that the solid fuel actually made contributions, she was overjoyed.

"Escape, escape to the palace"

Zhang Meng shouted loudly. The solid fuel exploded just now, burning the skins of four or five ghosts in red around them. The men in red lying on the ground, as if they had lost their vitality.

The group of men in red behind rushed towards them frantically, and the whole atmosphere seemed to suddenly boil.

Originally, these men in red were a pool of stagnant water, but now they were roaring like wild animals. This scene was exactly the same as when they attacked Wang Daxian before.

The expression on Zhang Meng's face was a little horrified. They used the instant of solid fuel to break out and killed several men in red. At this moment, they were probably judged by the remaining men in red as extremely dangerous objects. I think these men in red will now kill them without hesitation.

Everyone rushed to the hall without hesitation, not daring to stop at all.

Wang Daxian's tragic situation before is still vivid in my mind. If these men in red catch up with them, they may end up even worse than Wang Daxian.

"How is it, have you all come in?"

Zhang Meng asked anxiously as soon as he rushed in, the palace was pitch black, and he didn't know if Fatty or Xiaolou and others came in.

"I'm scared to death, I'm fine." The fat man said in a tremolo. He grabbed his back just now, and almost lifted up a whole piece of flesh. He was so scared that his face was not covered with blood.

"I'm fine, A Meng, either"

Xiaolou's voice came from the side.

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Xiaolou and Fatty were fine.

Suddenly, a messy footsteps rang out of the door, and Iana hurried in nervously, holding a flare in her hand.

Her face was a little pale and her hair was very scattered, which was completely different from her wise and heroic appearance before. Although it was a bit out of place, Zhang Meng still wanted to laugh.

Almost at the same time, everyone heard a painful wail from outside the hall, as if someone had suffered some harm.

"It's Gao Jin"

Not far from this palace, Gao Jin didn't know if he was injured too much before, but he actually staggered to the ground under his feet, and he was about to be caught up by the man in red behind him.

"Fat man, do you still have solid fuel?"

Zhang Meng asked anxiously.

"Yes, there's still a little left."

The fat man nodded and said, he had just smashed most of the solid fuel out, and the rest was originally planned to be used at critical moments, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

With his hand raised, he threw the solid fuel behind Gao Jin. Zhang Meng shot a point in the light of the flares.

Suddenly, a large flame burst out from the solid fuel. Although it was not as amazing as before, the men in red still did not dare to get close for a short time.

"Fatty, save people"

Zhang Meng rushed out.

The burning of these firelights was only a few dozen seconds. Once the firelight disappeared, the angry man in red would tear them to pieces.

"What's the fucking nerve of your boy?"

The fat man cursed, but he didn't expect Zhang Meng to rush out and rush out. At this moment, he could only grit his teeth and follow him no matter what.

The two of them dragged Gao Jin, who was not far from the palace, and pulled in. At this moment, the angry men in red were almost one step away from them. Zhang Meng could even feel the biting chill.

A silent fear enveloped Zhang Meng's heart, and he could almost see the demonic claws stretched out by the ghosts in red.

But it was strange. It seemed that as soon as they stepped into the hall, the men in red were cut off from the sensing, and they turned around and left without following them.

"Thanks."

Gao Jin sat up and gasped, and said with a complicated expression.
Chapter completed!