Before Zhao Yi could even scream, his head was photographed as a rotten watermelon, killing the man who dared to fight him to protect his treasure. The lava beast was very proud, like a general who had won a battle, and bursts of excitement towards the sky.
roaring.
As for the distant Long Feitian, it only took a look and ignored it.
However, after only two hundred meters, Long Feitian ran away, the roar of the lava beast shook the sky and the sound of running shaking came from behind.
"No, I'm chasing you." Long Feitian was shocked and ran away from the cave with all his strength. As soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, the red body of the lava beast appeared in his sight.
Long Feitian did not hesitate at all. He took out a few bursting formation talismans and threw them towards the cave wall. With a rumbling sound, the entire cave entrance collapsed, and the lava beast was completely blocked inside.
Long Feitian didn't dare to hesitate anymore, let go of his steps and rushed towards the foot of the mountain. He knew in his heart that those collapsed caves would be melted by the flames spit out of the lava beast's mouth in less than a quarter of an hour. Don't run faster, wait for it to rush.
If you come out, it will be troublesome.
He ran for a long time until Long Feitian left the Demon Monkey Mountain, and then he stopped to rest with a heavy breath.
Wenjia Village.
A group of warriors holding weapons escorted hundreds of villagers and walked out of the village. Among them, there were men and women, all of whom were under fifty years old, and each of them was tied with ropes, like tied animals.
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The old village chief led a group of old men to kneel to the fierce warriors, begging in tears: "Sir, there are only these young people in our village. They all went to mine, and no one did farm work again.
We all have to starve to death!”
"My dear sirs, please leave some seeds for our Wenjia Village. If you need someone to mine, let us old things go."
"Sir, please, we are all willing to dig for you."
"You guys." A warrior in his thirties, medium-sized figure, with a scar on his face, almost turning his left face into two sneered: "You old guys can't even hold the pickaxe, we want it.
You go to have a meal? I think you should die, so as not to spend food!"
As he spoke, a blood-devouring ferocious face suddenly appeared on Scar's face. The sharp sword in his hand slashed at a white-haired old man with one sword. The old man could not avoid it at all. He was slashed in the right moment and fell on him and twitched a few times.
, and there was no more noise.
"Dad..." A middle-aged man tied up cried out with a sad cry and rushed over from the crowd, but he didn't expect that he had just taken two steps. A warrior kicked him hard on the back with one leg, kicking him.
Fly out.
In this way, the warrior had not breathed enough, so he stepped forward a few steps, stepped on the middle-aged man's back who was about to get up, waved his weapon and stabbed him in his back.
"Dad..." Middle-aged man shouted a few times at the old man who had been killed before, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his voice became weaker and weaker, and eventually disappeared completely.
"I think who dares to cause trouble?" The warrior looked at his face ferociously, his eyes swept across the villagers like a sharp sword. When all the villagers touched his gaze, they were all so scared that their faces were pale and they retreated repeatedly, and they would never dare to do so again.
Say one thing.
These people are famous gods of killing, and there are many people who die at their hands. In their eyes, the lives of villagers are far less important than those of a beast.
Seeing that the villagers stopped talking, a disdainful sneer flashed across the warrior's face, and shouted at the warrior behind him, and rushed the tied villagers out of the village.
Wen Jiagang's old eyes were filled with tears. He watched the warriors walk out of the village. He felt despair in his heart. You must know that the tied villagers are all the villagers aged 14 to 50 in Wen Jia Village. Without them, the village
No one planted crops, only starved to death.
Thinking of the final outcome of Wenjia Village, Wenjia Gang felt a sense of heart, ran to the leading warrior, blocked his way, and knelt down again and begged: "Sir, leave a few people for our Wenjia Village, we
It would be fine if these old people starved to death, but the children in the village could not starve to death.”
Wen Jiagang's begging did not get the sympathy of the warrior. Instead, because he blocked his way, the warrior led was furious, "Old thing, since you are seeking death, I will fulfill you."
Before the voice fell, the sharp sword in his hand had been raised and he had just stabbed towards the Wen family.
Wen Jia Gang didn't hide at all. Seeing the sword getting closer and closer to his body, there was no fear on his wrinkled old face, but some were just a relief expression.
After the arrival of this group of warriors, he, the village chief, spent every day in horror. Looking at the villagers who were sent to the mine, but when they came back, he was only two-thirds of the original, sometimes even half of them.
It was like a knife, but he had no choice.
The other party is a warrior, and they are just a group of villagers without any strength, so they can only let the other party bully. Death is the best relief for him now.
"I finally don't have to watch the villagers die one by one." Wen Jiagang thought to himself.
"Father..." A roar suddenly sounded among the tied villagers and rushed towards him. He was no one else, but Wen Jiagang's son Wen An.
Unfortunately, Wen An roared as soon as he moved a warrior, kicking him into the abdomen with one leg, kicking him to the ground.
The sharp sword is getting closer and closer. Wen Jia has just felt its cold breath. He turned his head and glanced at his son, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Wen An is his only son. This time he was taken away by them, I am afraid he will never think about it again.
After surviving, he has been extinct since then.
However, when he thought that even the entire Wenjia Village was gone, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Die." The warrior roared, his voice filled with blood-devouring excitement. At this time, his sharp sword had already stabbed Wen Jiagang's clothes. As long as he took another step forward, he would stab into Wen Jiagang's body.
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When I thought of the sound of the sharp sword entering his body, the scream before his death, and the flying blood, the warrior's whole body boiled, and an inexplicable excitement filled his whole body, even his body
He trembled with excitement.
However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared in his gaze, like a meteor flashing by. He had not even figured out what it was, so he had already reached his forehead.
"Boom..." With a muffled sound, the warrior felt something hit the head. The next moment, his head exploded, and the sharp sword that had pierced the Wen family's clothes suddenly stopped.
The drastic change came too quickly, and everyone didn't react at all. A figure shot from a distance and stopped at the entrance of the village.