The fire was light and the noise was shaking the sky.
Just walking not far away, I saw the firelight in the distance. Some bandits came in his direction. There were many people, gathering into a fire dragon.
"It must be those bandits who found out that there was nothing they wanted in the caravan, so they chased after him." Fang Zhong's heart shook, suddenly accelerated, and quickly shuttled through the trees.
The most precious thing is on the back of Manager Liu, so the bandits will naturally not let go. They chased after them as soon as they found that there was no caravan. And Fang Chong was sure that the number of people would increase because that thing was too important.
, the entire bandit army will come to fight.
Therefore, Fang Chong has limited time and cannot get things quickly. It will be very dangerous to escape from here.
After a while, he finally discovered Manager Liu and Heita. They rushed into the mountains and forests, obviously because they were too seriously injured and their bodies were exhausted.
Fang Chong approached the two carefully, and the ground was covered with blood. Manager Liu was pale and fell to the ground. The bag on his back had been exposed. It was a purple-red wooden box with strange patterns on it.
Very beautiful, obviously valuable.
This kind of wooden box square has been seen in Liu Jiangui’s Fuji Store. It is worth fifty taels of silver. Things that are used to store this box must be very expensive.
Manager Liu was dead, his breath was gone, and his whole body was covered with blood.
A few meters behind Manager Liu, a innate master like an iron tower fell to the ground, staring at unwilling eyes, and the dark iron chains were wrapped around him, like a black python, which made people frightened and involuntarily
A creepy feeling arises.
"It's great that both of them are dead." Fang Zhong was delighted. Storekeeper Liu and Heita both had no breath and should have died suddenly due to serious injuries.
The purple-red wooden box was right next to Manager Liu. Fang Chong stepped forward two steps and picked up the wooden box. The wooden box was not big, only one foot long and half a foot wide, with patterns on it, and carved with landscapes and towers.
And there is a faint fragrance that refreshes the heart.
"The wooden box worth fifty taels of silver is indeed extraordinary." Fang Zhong exclaimed in his heart, and his eyes observed the wooden box and found a round hole, which looked like a lock. He couldn't help but feel a little excited: "What is it in it?
, Can it attract so many people to come and snatch it?"
Just then—
A creepy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, causing Fang Chong's face to change drastically.
Behind him, the already dead Black Tower actually came alive, with a strong body like a black bear standing there, her eyes flashing with blood and murderous aura.
In an instant, the hairs on Fang Chong's back stood up. He had just observed carefully that Heita was indeed dead, but now he suddenly came to life. This was simply incredible.
A terrifying aura came from behind. The power of the innate realm was very fierce, like a mountain and a mountain, which penetrated the mind, making Fang Chong tremble all over his body, and his bones creaked. Under the suppression of his huge momentum, he felt that he was overwhelmed.
, it is really terrible.
Heita's eyes were blood-red, and he spoke coldly, like a ghost, and said, "Do you think I'm dead?"
Fang Chong didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to speak out. The other party put too much pressure on him.
"Indeed, I'm dead." Heita's voice was as cold as a knife, and he said, "But I'm unwilling to give up, and I'm unwilling to let the fisherman benefit. So, I'm alive again, and the King of Hell dare not accept me, so I'm going to let me go.
I will come back and send you guys to hell, killing ten thousand people can be exchanged for my life.”
"Kill ten thousand people for your own life?"
Such words made Fang Chong feel creepy and his heart trembled. He didn't know whether it was true or false. If it were in the past, he would have sneered at it, but now it is different. The facts have proved that there is really a god in the dark. Is hell?
He really exists, he is not sure?
A sequential aura emanated from the black tower, like a hell and invisible.
Fang Chong gritted his teeth, and his energy and spirit were raised to the limit. The spirit gathering array in his body started to rush into his body. The continuous stream of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into his body, and then walked along the tendons and veins.
It gathered on his hands and emitted a faint green light.
"Do you still want to resist?" Heita's cold voice came again, and the iron chains on his body suddenly flew up and turned into black dragons and soared into the sky.
"The only chance is this time, kill!" Fang Chongda shouted, and a three-foot-long sword light condensed out of thin air between his hands, as dazzling as a green neon light, sharp and unstoppable.
Bang!
A huge vibration was transmitted within a radius of twenty meters, and all the trees became riddled with holes in an instant, as if they had been slashed by countless blades.
Fang Chong's body flew backwards, his left hand was severely fractured, twisted into a scary arc, and a large mouthful of blood was spewing out of the air, and his internal organs were swaying.
At the same time, Heita also took two steps back, and his strong body stood there, but he didn't take action anymore, as if his soul had left his body.
"I took only two steps back, and the gap was so big." Fang Chong climbed up from the ground, feeling cold in his heart. The gap between him and the innate realm was too big. He had just condensed his whole body and burst out with the sharpest sword light.
, and only made the other party take two steps back.
This gap cannot be made up by any martial arts.
The feeling of danger spread in Fang Zhong's heart, spreading like water waves, which made him smile bitterly: "This world is so fucking crazy. Life is worthless. If you don't have strength, you may die in every minute. Unfortunately, I'm just now.
After living for a year...
Suddenly, Fang Chong was stunned. He noticed something strange. After the attack just now, Hei Tower did not attack again, but stood there blankly.
"What's going on?"
Fang Chong looked at Heita in confusion. He was surprised to find that the spirit in Heita's eyes was disappearing, his pupils gradually dissipated, and his breath of life continued to pass away. His strong body seemed to have suddenly become stiff, and he had lost a lot of weight.
He... was actually dead!
It took a long time to go, and Fang Chong walked forward until he was really sure that the Black Tower was dead.
After observing Heita's body, Fang Chong breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that he was lucky. Under the attack just now, the iron chain pulled the Chinese Fang Chong and pulled the bloodthirsty blade away from his body.
The bloodthirsty blade was hit by an iron chain in the air, and by chance it changed direction and turned to the back of the Black Tower. Without his defense, it pierced into his back. The demonic power spontaneously in the bloodthirsty blade.
The explosion killed Heita and drew his blood.
"Hehe, it seems that I'm lucky. Such things will happen. I really... I don't know what to say." Fang Chong giggled, feeling cold and frightened.
If it weren't for the bloodthirsty blade, if it weren't for the favor of the goddess of luck, he would probably die here today. Facing the masters of the innate realm, he would have no chance of survival.
Of course, luck is also part of strength. Throughout history, many people have been incredible and amazing, but they all lost to luck, and the sad hatred eventually disappeared into the long river of history, which makes people sigh. On the contrary, some and
People who are not as outstanding as them, relying on such a little luck, eventually become powerful people who truly dominate history and fight against the big waves.
.........
The bloodthirsty blade was pulled out from the black tower, and Fang Chong did not dare to stay any longer. He put away the wooden box and ran away. The fire behind him was getting brighter and brighter, and the noise of the people and horses was clearly audible.
Back to where Fang Zongqing was hiding, he handed the wooden box to Fang Zongqing. Fang Chong stopped Fang Zongqing's inquiry, carried him on his back and ran away.
There are tens of thousands of pursuers behind, as well as the leader of the 15-hole bandits, and the strong men in the innate realm. If they are caught up with them, the consequences will be self-evident.
For two full hours, Fang Chong ran continuously and escaped nearly a hundred miles, but he sadly discovered that the pursuers behind him not only did not decrease, but also more. The war horses neighed and the fires soared into the sky, right in his
Behind him, he felt very depressed.
"Zhong'er, we can't escape if this continues." Fang Zongqing's face was pale, he was silent for a while, and said, "Let me go and run for yourself. Without me dragging you down, your speed is enough to shake them off."
"No." Fang Chong flatly refused and said without any objection: "Dad, you know, I can't do this, so there is no need to say anything more."
"But....."
"Dad, no need to say anything more. At worst, you can die together. I will not leave you behind anyway." Fang Chong waved his hand and held his legs and gasped violently.
Running at full speed for two consecutive hours, even with Fang Chong's physical fitness, he felt endless fatigue. His legs seemed to be not owned, trembling violently, and his muscles were twitching extremely strong. If it weren't for his firm will
I've long been unable to hold on.
Suddenly, a row of Mars bloomed from the distant sky, like some kind of signal.
"What's that?"
"It seems to be the call signal of the bandits. We just saw it when we fled." Fang Zongqing looked up and said in confusion: "Is there something wrong? Otherwise, why would those bandits send the call signal?"
"It must be something happened in the rear, and it was a big deal." Fang Zhong moved his heart and pointed at the pursuers who were chasing them, saying, "Dad, the pursuers who were chasing us stopped and were still turning around.
If you want to return, there must be a big problem behind you.”
Behind Fang Chong and the others, the pursuers who had been chasing them relentlessly turned around and were leaving quickly, getting farther and farther away.
Such a situation can be confirmed. Something must have happened to the bandits behind, and it is definitely not a good thing. You can tell by looking at their anxious appearance.