No one knows better than Guo Dalu what the scene in front of him means.

Taozhi City has experienced the massacre... Judging from the corruption of the corpses, these corpses have died for no more than three days, and the formation condensed by the ghost cultivator has just dissipated.

The Eastern Front War has begun at this moment.

As the first witnesses, they were staring at the "abyss" while being stared at by the "abyss".

"--withdraw!"

Guo Dalu's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he shouted suddenly, turning the reins without hesitation and sweeping in the opposite direction.

The ghost cultivator entrenched in Taozhi City and devoured his soul. It can last for several years or as short as several months.

When my own group came to the gate of Taozhi City, it was like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth—

To withdraw!

The faster the better!

Unfortunately it's too late.

The yellow sand rolls, and the quicksand is like a waterfall.

The moment Guo Dalu turned around, a dry bone suddenly shot out from the sand, holding the horse's hooves.

There was a "bang" sound!

The horse under his crotch screamed in pain and tripped to the ground!

Guo Dalu was thrown out. He rolled several times, pulled out a long knife from his waist, inserted it on the sand, and stood up half kneeling.

When you look up, dust is rising from the sand.

The waterfalls are everywhere, covering the sky—

Ghosts and wolves howled.

The city of death in the sun turned into Avici Hell in a moment.

Ghost shadows emerged from the bottom of the sand, shuttled through the shadows, and more than 20 escorts who escorted Mrs. Zhong Xun, drew their swords and swords, and arranged an array around the carriage, and were instantly flooded by huge sand and dust.

All I could hear was the sound of thumping bangs.

The blood-colored shadow appeared in the sand and mist, and a broken dry body was torn apart from the tornado and threw it out, and then fell in front of Guo Dalu.

The man standing with a knife was stunned.

The sound of the broken swords and iron tools continued to rise, and together with them were the men's roars in pain and deep roars.

A short blood-stained knife flew out, rubbed across Guo Dalu's cheeks, and nailed into the sand, and the back of the knife was still trembling wildly.

Dance in the dust.

A huge carriage, burning talismans, rushed out of the ghost shadow.

"Boom--"

The man driving the carriage was burning with a burning fire and could no longer recognize his face. Two little ghosts were lying on his shoulders, waist and abdomen, biting and howling in the blazing fire. Even if he was burned by the blazing fire, he refused to let go of his lips and teeth.

The driver ignited the detonation talisman.

Ghost cultivators are most afraid of the blue sky and the sun, and most afraid of the sun, fire, and thunder.

This time, Mrs. Zhong was ordered to leave the country to be carried by horses or talismans. This detonation talisman is the last piece of power to pull the iron carriage... The first brake of the sand ghost cultivator attacked, he bit all the horses of the stadium chariot to death.

The carriage that broke through the dark sand fog and burned with rolling flames was like a shooting star that broke through the darkness, hitting the man who was half kneeling on the sand with a knife and was still in a state of being stunned.

The driver yelled wildly.

"Big Road!"

The meteors in Guo Dalu's eyes became bigger and bigger and bigger.

He suddenly came to his senses.

The next moment—

The carriage was on the sand, and the talisman was burning wildly. The second half of the carriage was raised high. With the huge push, the carriage was pressed against the ground. The driver who burned the flames was directly swallowed up by the sand and dust, and he destroyed and plundered for several miles. The little devil who refused to let go until death was burned to ashes by the driver.

View from high altitude.

This carriage that burned everything was like a small boat riding the wind and waves, walking violently in the sea of ​​sand.

In the carriage, Mrs. Zhong was holding a little lychee. The world in front of them was dim, and countless grains of sand were rolled upside down into the carriage.

All the scared screams of Little Lizhi were covered by her mother's strong squeal.

Mrs. Zhong hugged the child tightly in her arms. She closed her lips tightly, held her breath, and covered the little lychee's mouth and nose.

The sandstorm and dust were wrapped with blood and smashed down like waves from the curtains on both sides.

The weight of ten thousand pounds.

The flames are blazing.

Fortunately, the carriage was seriously unbalanced, and the rear half was raised high, and the mother and daughter curled up against the top of the rear compartment. Mrs. Zhong held her body tightly to maintain balance and not be completely swallowed.

The rolling smoke rose above the carriage.

This special carriage for the promotion and demotion has a very high configuration, which is the highest respect given to these "dead soldiers" who have dedicated their lives in Zhongzhou... At least at the critical moment, it can protect the safety of their relatives.

The driving force of hundreds of talismans is like several tireless horses pulling—

The negative effect brought about is the "explosion" after the explosion is done all its best.

The carriage body had lava-like patterns and crisp crackling sounds.

The dust flying along the way, stained with the flames of the talismans, instantly turned into dazzling stars and ejected in all directions.

At the bottom of the carriage, there was an extremely embarrassing and wide figure, like an octopus, climbing tightly at the bottom of the carriage. His face was pitch black and burned by thick smoke. His fingers were smoked, but he never let go.

At the bottom of the talisman burning, a ray of green light illuminated, surrounding Guo Dalu's eyebrows, reflecting the man like a shining golden god.

He moved his five fingers hard and climbed towards the top of the carriage.

In all directions, sand and dust were like knives, scraping out strands of blood on the man's cheeks... He climbed onto the top of the car, his face covered with smoke stains and scarlet gaps.

Guo Dalu stood firm in the strong wind and drew his sword to the lower part of the carriage.

There was a "clang" sound.

The sharp knife tore the iron sheet of the carriage, which scared Mrs. Zhong. Then a strong arm penetrated into the carriage and pulled her out with the little lychee.

Sand.

A carriage burning with flames was extremely fast and faster, and it was irresistibly crashing into a dead rock wall that was born from the ground.

At the last moment, a tall figure covered in blood jumped out of the top of the carriage. The man was hunched over and protected one big and one small in his arms, and fell heavily to the ground.

The next moment.

With a bang, a tide of fire burst out.

Countless fragments of talismans splashed everywhere.

As fire rain.

The mud and sand are everywhere in the sky.

Everything returns to silence.

...

...

Consciousness fell into a temporary silence.

The whole world is filled with sand and dust—

Buzzing.

Buzz.

Buzz...

Then he suddenly recovered!

Guo Dalu opened his eyes, shook his head and hat, and shook off thousands of sand and dust. Only then did he realize that half of his body was buried in sand and gravel.

He quickly got up, and the man grabbed the mother and daughter in his arms and woke them up...

Want to escape.

We have to continue escaping.

This place is only a few miles away from Taozhi City... those ghost cultivators caught up with them.

Guo Dalu didn't have the strength to explain at all, so he pulled the two of them and prepared to get up.

His movements suddenly froze.

Widths of sand and gravel mud flow gathered in the air to form a floating human shape.

Just floating ten feet away in front of you.
To be continued...