Douluo's Gourd

Just when Wang Xiaofeng broke his back.

the other side.

Ma Hongjun and the old village chief also escaped the attack.

Squeak squeak! !

Ma Hongjun thought he had dodged a catastrophe, but suddenly there were countless "squeaks" from a distance, together with the sound of flapping wings, they directly covered the sound of heavy rain.

Ma Hongjun subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the voice, and blurted out a mouthful of national abuse: "Fuck! What the hell is this?"

Relying on the thunder that flashed from time to time, they saw a large number of bats attacking them, covering the sky and covering the sky, densely packed, which could scare the psychological shadow of intensive phobia.

"I'm going to die now." The old village head lay on Ma Hongjun's back, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but a sense of relief.

No one knew the powerlessness and suffering that this old man felt in the past six months when he saw familiar faces disappear one by one, and people around him quarreled and even fought over a little food and water.

But death is a kind of relief for him.

"You little cuties, I really think that the young master is made of mud!"

A powerful aura gushed out from Ma Hongjun's body, and even the air around him began to boil and twist!

Four soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, rose slowly from under their feet.

As long as the majestic torrential rain came within five meters of Ma Hongjun's body, it would evaporate.

The group of vampire bats seemed to feel the throbbing from the blood, and their indomitable offensive suddenly came to a halt.

The old village head swallowed, "Hun, Hunzong, sir?"

The strength Ma Hongjun showed at this time really surprised him. The strongest soul master he had ever seen before was the deacon of the Wuhun Temple who came to the village every year to awaken the Wuhun, and the deacon who asked the main city for help and sent him to check the situation. soul master.

Even if they only have the cultivation level of a great soul master, in the eyes of the old village chief, that is already unattainable.

But when he saw the four spirit rings around him, he suddenly felt that that was the case for a great spirit master.

Animals followed their instincts, and the group of vampire bats were suppressed by Ma Hongjun's phoenix spirit and did not dare to move forward.

And Ma Hongjun was afraid that if the fight broke out, he would not be able to control the flames, and the surrounding forest would be burned clean.

No one dared to make the first move.

So the two maintained such a weird situation.

squeak! !

A sound wave that Ma Hongjun couldn't hear suddenly came, and the group of vampire bats paused, and suddenly turned into several black torrents, and left abruptly under Ma Hongjun's surprised gaze.

"What's going on here? I didn't hit or hit. Hey, my head hurts thinking about it. If only Brother Feng was here." Ma Hongjun rubbed his hair, the soul ring on his body slowly dissipated, and the heavy rain fell again.

"Master Soul Sect, if you don't let me go, I won't bother you."

Hearing the respectful and distant voice from behind, Ma Hongjun felt even more headache.

Brother Feng, where are you? I can't handle this situation! !

As if hearing Ma Hongjun's inner voice, a slender palm patted his shoulder: "Fatty, what are you doing here? The danger is over, why don't you hurry up and put him down."

"Oh oh."

Seeing Ma Hongjun put down the old village chief on his back somewhat clumsily, Wang Xiaofeng shrugged.

Ma Hongjun is actually not stupid, it's just that over the years, he has gotten used to staying behind everyone, and has lost a certain amount of self-thinking ability.

It seems that after going to Xingluo, I have to tell Mubai not to let this fat man live too comfortably.

Ma Hongjun suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and subconsciously shivered, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that it was just a hallucination.

After some probing by both parties just now, they both subconsciously labeled each other as not to be messed with.

Before finding each other's flaws, they should not fight again. /

So Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun stopped being so cautious, walked through the narrow path, turned a corner, and soon, the old village chief brought them to the only deep well in the village.

"This is where we usually fetch water..." Before the village chief had time to introduce, Wang Xiaofeng had already rushed over.

Ma Hongjun knew what he had discovered, so he carried the old village chief on his back without saying a word, and followed closely behind Wang Xiaofeng.

"Master Soul Sect, can you stop running so fast, I'm a little dizzy."

The distance of [-] meters flashed by, Wang Xiaofeng looked coldly, and looked down at the five sucked dry flat corpses in front of him that seemed to be covered with only a layer of human skin.

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