Devil Seeds

The wind stopped suddenly!

Even the overcast clouds hanging from the sky like the lid of a pot seemed to be in a stalemate at this moment.

"All disciples obey the order, kill me! Kill all these guys who don't know what is good or bad, and should be thrown into the cave of ten thousand snakes to feed maggots. They are arrogant and righteous. Kill one to reward ten spirit stones, and kill ten to reward ten spirit stones. Qian, kill the one who hit me in the face with a stone, and I will take him as a disciple and teach him the 'Ten Magic Fingers'." Song Qingwen was so irritable that he immediately gave the order to continue firing.

In an instant, more than half of the demon sect disciples who seemed to be exhausted jumped up, screaming and rushing towards the orthodox monk lying on the ground like a salted fish.

But the orthodox monks, who seemed to be about to be crushed, were weak girls who were powerless to resist. At this moment, most of them could only look at the disciples of the Demon Sect rushing up with fierce and decisive eyes, expecting to kill with their eyes.

To be honest, Ke Xiaoliang was also moved.

If it weren't for... Ke Xiaoliang actually threw the brick at that time.

Of course, he saw it from the perspective of God, and no one noticed his behavior.

Under normal circumstances, even if Song Qingwen's cultivation was sealed, he could avoid it with his consciousness.

However, Ke Xiaoliang made some tricks, using a little bit of optical principles, so that Song Qingwen, who had no spiritual sense, could not detect the brick flying towards him in the first place.

Thanks to this, Ke Xiaoliang's harvest is...another tens of thousands of magic points. Based on Ke Xiaoliang's gradually clear understanding of Song Qingwen, that one hit at that time was guaranteed to make a lot of money.

The facts did not exceed Ke Xiaoliang's expectations.

"I really can't let these disciples of the Demon Sect kill these righteous monks. Otherwise, I have to spend more magic points to reshape the bodies of these righteous monks... then I will be at a loss!" Ke Xiaoliang thought to himself.

The wind... suddenly increased.

Amidst the overcast clouds, a tornado in the distance mixed with massive radiation swept towards the semi-abandoned town.

And together with the spreading dust and the whirling wind, there are also a large number of bloody, vicious, and crazy monsters.

They don't look any different than they did at first.

In fact, they already have a relatively weak independent consciousness, at least when they attack, they will no longer be so mechanical.

They will hurt, hurt, and be afraid, but they will also become fiercer, crazier, and better able to cooperate with each other.

"Everyone, run! The monster is coming, we can't stop it now!" In the crowd, the old leek Wang Jue shouted.

In an instant, half of the demon sect disciples who had been besieging the righteous monks scattered in all directions.

The rest are also collecting weapons, and then stand in position, preparing to borrow some geographical advantages to protect themselves and kill monsters at the same time.

And the ones who are most panic-stricken are those righteous monks.

They have really exhausted their strength, although they tried their best to adjust their breathing and recover their strength, but it was not in a short while that they could recover immediately and stand up.

What was even more embarrassing was that after the scuffle just now, they all felt their stomachs growling indiscriminately.

Young people are prone to hunger, and after consumption, they become hungry even faster.

In the past, the world was false, and some more "real" physical sensations were still a level behind. For example, hunger was not so easy to find. Even if you felt hungry, it was not obvious and could be tolerated.

In addition, the experience time is not too long, and none of the people who entered the gourd world have ever worried about the little things in their stomachs.

Obviously, times have changed now.

They will soon find out that the hunger is terrible, and in this doomsday wasteland world, they have to worry about filling their stomachs first.

"Carry one on each person, and drag away the ones that can't run first. The old man will see, which bastard dares to be obedient and disobedient, and see if the old man will not peel his skin!" Murong Yun, who was still reincarnated as a little loli, stood together On the broken stone wall, roared to those Mozong disciples who still had the energy to hide in various narrow spaces.

Although the lives of Mozong disciples are worthless.

In another world, it started to become more expensive.

After all...these are all good cannon fodder, they are directly taken away by monsters, which is a waste of resources.

Coincidentally, Ke Xiaoliang also thought so.

And it was more 'thoughtful' than Murong Yunting thought.

In the distance, just behind the sprawling line of monsters, bright lights suddenly flickered.

A grown man wearing a leather jacket, jeans and Martin boots is riding a roaring motorcycle to drive away those monsters.

bang bang bang!

Amid the successive gunshots, one strong monster after another fell to the ground.

They are then eaten by other monsters around them.

Some monsters rushed at the man, but the man drew out the Tang Dao from his waist, and chopped the monsters in half with ease.

"Huh! What a great strength, is it a gift?" Murong Yunting was lying on the high stone wall, his two short legs were dangling on the other end of the stone wall, and two chubby disciples of the Demon Sect were standing on his feet. Lie on the ground, ready to welcome the elder to jump from a high place at any time, and use the physical body to help and buffer the force.

Suddenly, among the crowd of monsters, a different kind ran out.

It is stronger than ordinary monsters, with a human body but tiger-like limbs.

The blood flowing on his body, like magma and veins, covered his whole body.

It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and roared at the man on the motorcycle.

Then spit out a long tongue of fire and flew towards the man.

The man took off a chain from his waist.

The chain was swept out, and black lightning spread in the direction the chain pointed, directly smashing the tongue of flame and locking the monster's throat.

With a sudden pull, the monster's head was torn off, and under the bombardment of the black arc, the monster's body turned into black ash and scattered all over the ground.

"It's real power, it's extraordinary...!" Song Qingwen was in another place, seeing this scene, his eyes lit up.

In his eyes, men's methods are rough and simple, but their strength is not considered strong.

However, if there is power beyond the ordinary in this world, then as a powerful practitioner of the Demon Sect, he has the confidence to regain great power in this world.

Just when Song Qingwen and many visionary and far-sighted monks were still feeling emotional and excited.

The piercing whistle pierced the night and the air.

A lot of eyes were focused on the person who blew the whistle.

"Ke Xiaoliang? Whose disciple is this?"

"Wait, isn't he the rumored... Thirteen Demons?"

"This...how is it a fool?"

"How could he do such an eye-catching behavior at a time like this? Isn't he afraid of death? Isn't he afraid of attracting more monsters?" Many whispered criticisms, and more slander, followed one after another.

Even Song Qingwen felt even more ashamed with his hot face.

The embarrassment at this moment is second only to the time when he was hit by a brick.

Because he heard that someone was saying that Ke Xiaoliang was his disciple.

In the crowd, Shao Jin, who was rescued by his dog's leg, had not been awake for a long time, also showed a mocking expression, and the contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, more monsters rushed towards Ke Xiaoliang in large numbers.

It did a good deed for others, and the monsters that were originally assigned to other places became rarer.

The disciples of the Demon Sect who had been hiding with Ke Xiaoliang all stepped aside one after another, showing no intention of helping him at all.

No sense of camaraderie at all.

Facing the impact of the monsters, Ke Xiaoliang held an iron rod in his left hand and blocked it with the right. Although it seemed that his sword skills were superb, his strength was weak and he couldn't last long.

Just when he was about to be mercilessly torn apart by the monsters.

A flash of lightning pierced the darkness.

The black electric arc spread, and a large number of little monsters were directly turned into fly ash.

The arc on the chain dispersed, wrapped around Ke Xiaoliang's waist, pulled him to the back of the man's 'car', and sat with the man.

"what!!??"

"Huh...?" With a flexible head, he had already begun to notice something.

They seem to be... missed?