The big head corpse puppet's chamber was suddenly attacked by the black fire. The whole hand was wrapped by the black fire, and the body shook slightly with a howl.

The tree gave him a surprised look.

As a zombie puppet, he should have no physical feeling.

So the tremor of his gesture should be

Instinctively afraid of the purest black flame in the world.

Mo Lian didn't have much nonsense with him at all. A black stove with pure green fire in one hand is a dead word.

Zhaoguang didn't know how many corpse puppets were gathered in the broken Temple base.

I hope it's not too bad.

In the tree's heart, he thought to himself, and saw a heavy black moon in the hand of Mo Lian. With a sword, he chopped off the head of the big dead puppet.

The rest of the corpse's body burned for a while in the black fireworks, and finally turned into a piece of ash.

At the same time, youba led thousands of yinwei to rush in from outside the thatched forest and gather near the people.

The arbor looked at them and hurriedly ordered Qi Xuanxuan to take out the protective armor in the talisman and distribute it to the people one by one.

"This is just a small part of the corpse puppets, and there may be more in it." Murian said in a low voice, "protect yourself as much as you can with your armor!"

"Go all out, for the safety of the capital, we must fight to the end!"

Yinwei people shake their arms and roar for a few times. Even if they follow the prince and the princess, they turn around and rush to the back hillside outside Maolin town.

The broken temple is in front of us. It's time for the sky to shine.

This is also the arrangement of arbor and ink lotus. They deliberately avoided the dark night and stayed at the entrance of the town for a night, and then began to take action at dawn.

The situation in the broken Temple base of Zhaoguang is not clear. They need to be well prepared.

Protecting the lives of the masses is indeed the first priority, but the thousands of guards and soldiers who came with them cannot lose their lives in vain.

With the prince and his wife, they rushed all the way to the temple.

In the hundreds of meters away, slowly stopped.

Half a round of red sun was shining in the sky, and the sun was shining faintly, and the mountain was spreading all over the field.

The two men, arbor and ink lotus, led a group of little friends, together with Yin Wei, stood at the back side of the hillside, looking at the empty ruined temple in front of the door with solemn expression.

The tree said hesitantly, "there is no ghost here."

In such an abnormal state, everyone knows that there must be a demon if something goes wrong.

A cold wind came on my face, and I felt the atmosphere was a little overcast.

Dou Fengchi raised his hand and rubbed the tiny gooseflesh on his arm. He calmed himself and said, "I think this ghost place should be weird, and it's better to be careful."

Dou Fengmian nodded and turned to look at the prince and his concubine. "I'm afraid it's not right for them to rush in like this. What do you think of it? "

Arbor looked at his husband and gave him a little sign.

Mo Lian couldn't help laughing. She touched her daughter-in-law's head, released two mechanism people and gave a cold order.

They are fan Qiuhe and fan Gu who were transformed by soul drawing.

Both of them, like Liu Yizhi, were made into mechanism people by Mo Lian with extreme techniques.

The more dangerous and difficult the place is, the more they will compete with each other and let them suffer.