They no longer have the courage and ability to resist.
This world will be destroyed sooner or later!
They... They are just greedy for life and afraid of death, and want to die later!
Han Jiaming listened to the cries and roars of the monks, but he didn't pay attention to them at all. Instead, he looked down at Ouyang Qing below, with a happy expression on his face.
Ouyang Qing's speed is indeed very fast, she is obviously just a ghost.
The speed of movement has surpassed him.
It was also because of his weird positioning and body skills that he was able to persevere until now without being caught by the ghoul.
It's just that there are more and more wounds on his body, and the poison is spreading faster and faster.
But soon, he had nowhere to escape.
Because of the advanced mutation, the speed of the ghoul suddenly accelerated.
One of the third-order ghouls swelled several times, disappeared in place in an instant, and grabbed Ouyang Qing.
The huge claws pinched Ouyang Qing's whole body.
Xuepen opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow him.
Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen's expressions changed drastically, and they wanted to rush to rescue each other.
But he was caught by the ghoul beside him and couldn't get away.
On the other side, Jing Yuan is also in a desperate situation.
The fifth-rank ghoul tore off his arm and swallowed his golden bowl into his stomach.
With red eyes, he rushed towards the scarred Jing Yuan.
Han Jiaming's eyes shone with excitement.
He looked here and there for a moment, waiting to see the scene where Jing Yuan and Ouyang Qing were torn apart.
He didn't even bother to kill the second-tier ghouls that rushed forward, and just avoided them at will.
At this moment, everyone, regardless of the cultivators from the Dao protector camp or the immortal cultivator camp, fell into a daze of despair.
They even lost the desire to fight, and subconsciously looked in the direction where the ghouls gathered and slaughtered.
It is hopeless, the world is hopeless!
It will soon be destroyed.
And they are all going to die.
Someone couldn't help but howl loudly.
Some people retched uncontrollably and laughed maniacally.
At this moment, no one noticed that there was a faint light on the Yaowang Palace not far away.
Colorful, mixed with lingering black mist.
Only Li Weiran, who was left alone in the camp of guardians, opened his eyes slightly, with a strange light shining in the bottom of his eyes.
Ouyang Qing, who was caught by the third-order ghoul and sent into the mouth, looked calm, he looked in the direction of Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen, smiled slightly and said: "I can't repay the grace of the Mingyan army for saving them many times. If there is a chance in the next life, I hope to repay the kindness. Brother Yan, if you still see Xiao Sheng, please tell me... "
Before Ouyang Qing finished speaking, the expressions of Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen changed.
Not anger, powerlessness, despair.
But unbelievably shocked.
Ouyang Qing's heart trembled inexplicably.
In this bloody, rancid battlefield.
The tip of his nose seemed to smell a familiar scent.
The next moment, he felt that his sight was falling rapidly.
The angry and painful roar of the third-order ghoul came from behind.
The claws holding him slowly melted as they fell.
A layer of golden substance was attached to this claw at some point.
Like spiritual power, but also like flames.
Quickly burn and evaporate the flesh and blood of the ghoul.
Ouyang Qing felt in a daze that she was hugged by someone and fell to the ground.
A familiar voice came from my ear, "Brother Qing, are you okay?"
Ouyang Qing slowly turned her head to look, and what she saw was a familiar handsome face.
His shadow was reflected in those clear eyes, as well as unconcealed worry and concern.
"Xiao...sheng..."