Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The two of them were arguing with each other, but Yu Zhao focused his attention on the big net in front of him. This thing looked a little familiar. The spiritual power would disappear when it hit the net.

Before she could think of anything, the dazed shadow beside her quaked, trembled all over, turned into black liquid and drilled out from the gap.

Yu Zhao: “…”

Others were also shocked. What on earth was this?

If someone gets out, then this thing will be easy to deal with. Yu Zhao said to the shadow that seemed to be moving nimbly, "Quick! Tear up this net."

Hearing this, Ying silently raised his hands, easily separated the two large nets, then swallowed them into his mouth and gently touched his stomach.

"Crack."

This kind of thing will never fill you up.

Ying glanced at the monk not far away, licked the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Yu Zhao, as if wanting to get her permission, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Meat."

Seeing this, Wang Zhuo became anxious and said to the people behind him, "Stop them! Are you blind?"

The net is gone, but people can block it. They are paid to do the job, so they have to kill Hua Ranli first.

Seeing their hesitation, he took out something from his sleeve. It was a small stone, the size of an egg, emitting a strange red light. He squeezed it slightly, and the monks covered their stomachs and screamed.

By the time he let go, the others were already sweating profusely.

This is a magical weapon specially developed by their sect: the human flesh stone.

It is divided into two parts, the mother stone and the child stone. It was originally a magical tool used to forcibly control spirit beasts, but it was gradually eliminated. Their sect, which is the birthplace, still retains this thing.

They also made improvements so that it can be used on humans. When it occurs, it feels like swallowing a stomach full of stones, with bloating and pain, which is simply a torture.

Wang Zhuo sneered. Sure enough, he still needed to use some tough measures. Just like the animals, they wouldn't move unless he whipped them.

"Either they die." He pointed at Yu Zhao and the others, then turned and said viciously, "Either you die."

Anyway, we have already done several jobs, so we don’t need these few people anymore. At worst, we can just replace them with a few junior brothers.

The monks behind him changed their expressions and rushed forward with their magic weapons. Before they could get close, Ying fell to the ground, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed him in one gulp without even chewing.

Yu Zhao patted his shoulder and praised, "Not bad."

"Waste." Wang Zhuo spat, then rushed forward with his sword. Today he would use Shen Yuzhuo's blood to sacrifice to the souls of his fellow villagers.

This battle was inevitable. He rushed forward with his sword, his eyes red, and a demonic energy swirled in his flesh, almost breaking through his blood.

Shen Yuzhuo pursed his lips, turned his wrist, and the Youlong Sword was unsheathed in an instant. His white clothes were as light as a swallow, and a golden light suddenly appeared.

The move was neat and clean, and a streak of silver light streaked through the air.

There was a "clang" sound.

The blue sword in his hand broke, shattering into countless pieces, scratching the man's cheek, and the spirit sword shattered to the ground. Wang Zhuo stared blankly at his spirit sword and his own broken arm not far away, which was dripping with blood.

The severe pain made him feel like dying.

He was unwilling to give up. No, he still had his own trump card. Wang Zhuo came back to his senses and inserted his fingers into his chest. His face turned pale and he shouted. His blood-stained hands slowly took out something.

But there were two things. When he took out everything and held it high, everyone finally saw the whole picture in the yellow sand.

One was a head with a tumor that was constantly dripping with pus and blood, and the other was a heart, wrapped in layers of silk thread, emitting a strong stench, like a rotting dead fish.

The wind blows the sand.

Quiet.

Unprecedented silence.

The air around him seemed to be blocked. Yu Zhao felt a strong sense of oppression and his breathing became rapid.

The next second, the tumor on the head bulged and slowly opened its eyes. Countless arms made of sand emerged from the ground and rushed towards the few people.

Everyone dodged in a hurry, and before they could catch their breath, many figures seemed to appear on the ground not far away.

Just when Yu Zhao thought it was a passing monk, the wind and sand faded a little, and she finally saw it clearly.

On the bright red ground, a group of corpses crawled out staggeringly. They seemed to be monks who had died in the past. Their bones were still lying here, forming a large and eerie area.

They held high large bones or broken magical weapons and rushed towards the few people in unison.

Not finished yet.

There was a rustling sound on the ground, and soon snakes and lizards crawled out from the sand. They lost their minds and rushed towards the people, opening their big mouths and biting their trouser legs.

After chopping the corpse beside him with a knife, Yu Zhao was numb. How could he still summon the legion!

She kicked Shadow, who was playing with the snake, at the ground, "Open your big mouth and swallow them!"

She desperately hoped that he would have a better appetite, but Ying just picked up the nearest few snakes and swallowed them without much interest, and then caught a few lizards.

The knife in his hand was almost smoking. Yu Zhao stared at Ying in confusion, "Hurry up and eat!"

There were so many corpses and lizards and snakes that they couldn't cut them all down. Moreover, those things began to approach step by step, showing a tendency to surround them. They were trapped in three circles inside and three circles outside.

A blood-red knife flashed by, and the shadow beside him was still in a trance. He said, "I'm full."

Yu Zhao: “…”

Now she is very angry!

I didn’t expect that I couldn’t rely on you when I needed you. What can I count on in the future?

Yu Zhao took a deep breath, bit his fingertip and scratched the blade. Blood surged and the Jinghong Blade seemed to be burning. He raised his hand and swung it down.

A one-meter-deep crack soon formed in front of him, and the flames continued to burn, with flames shooting into the sky.

The corpses in front were blocked outside, so for the time being we only need to defend the other three sides.

If they can't hold on, they will all be eaten to pieces.

And Wang Zhuo, who was holding the head and heart, had already disappeared. Before one wave of trouble subsided, another wave arose. Shen Yuzhuo, who was standing beside him, suddenly fell to the ground, and the Youlong Sword fell to the ground, splashing sand all over the ground.

Yu Zhao only needed to free up one hand to drag the man aside to prevent him from being eaten by the corpses.

She kicked him lightly, Shen Yuzhuo, human lives are at stake now, what are you doing!