When pedestrians saw this horrifying scene, they all ran back to their houses screaming, "Ahhh, it's a water monster! The water monster is coming out to hurt people!"
The monks held their breath, and all their eyes were cast towards the river.
“Huahuahua—”
A chaotic sound of water was heard, and then countless blue-white hands stretched out from under the water, followed by bodies as dry as charcoal. They roared and rushed towards the crowd.
Everyone was shocked.
Jiang Ziyu widened his eyes, reached out and patted his cheek, and found that he was not dreaming. He was even more surprised and drew the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword from his waist, eager to try.
"Look at the sword! Look at the sword!"
This silly boy, everyone else realized the seriousness of the matter, but he just wanted to test whether the sword that had just been consecrated was sharp enough.
Tang Murou threw away the green lotus in her hand and took two steps back in shock: "How...how could this happen!"
"You dare to pick things from this river? You really want to die." Song Shi said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.
These evil spirits were extremely fast and rushed straight towards them, waving their arms out of control as if they were going to cut through the sky!
Everyone took up their swords to chop, and they could also hear all kinds of creepy crying sounds coming from the evil spirits. They were so miserable and sharp that they made people's hearts tremble.
There are too many evil spirits and they come with such ferocious force that a body cut off by a sword can quickly grow back in the blink of an eye, unless it is burned with a fire-breathing talisman.
However, the number of fire-breathing talismans was limited, and it was too late to draw more in a short period of time. Many monks were in disarray, waving their swords while dodging, falling down, running away, and were unable to form a formation at all.
"Ahhh! Save me! Save me!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out.
A ghost suddenly grabbed Tang Murou's ankle, holding it tightly, with its sharp nails digging into her flesh, but she couldn't get away. She had been treated as a spoiled child since she was a child and had never faced the fear of death. For a moment, she cried out without any image.
The monks nearby quickly turned around to cut off her hand, but unexpectedly, a ghost's hand behind him pierced directly into the monk's heart, killing him instantly!
Another male cultivator came over and held her back: "Ms. Tang, cheer up and stop crying. We have to leave quickly."
"No! I don't want to go! Please save him. He was injured while saving me. I want to take him with me!" Tang Murou clung to the monk's body and refused to leave.
"He's already dead... There are too many evil spirits. We can't defeat them all. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"
Tang Murou continued to cry: "I don't want it! I won't leave! How can you bear to abandon him? Do you still have any heart?!"
Jiang Niannian: “…” Damn it, Li Liyuan Shangpu, he died to save you, and now instead of reflecting on yourself, you blame others.
"Puchi!" The evil spirit attacked again. The male cultivator blocked it for Tang Murou and had his throat cut. He died with his eyes open.
Tang Murou, the instigator, was held in the arms of others, trembling, and retreated safely to the back.
Jiang Niannian, who saw the whole process, silently moved towards Yin Buqi, trying to stay away from Tang Murou.
Don't get close to the heroine, you will become unhappy.
Given the heroine's physique, whoever helps her will be in trouble!