Devouring Myriad Ghosts System

Li Daochong was lying on the stretcher, with nothing to love in his eyes, the demon body was in front of him, and he was only one step away from quickly recovering himself.

But this step turned out to be an insurmountable gap because of the appearance of a group of simple villagers.

Just when Li Daochong began to plan how to recover his aura next, a cry came from a distance.

"It's not good, there are horse-faced men, everyone run."

There was a bang.

The stretcher Li Daochong was lying on fell heavily to the ground, grinning his teeth in pain, and his internal organs felt as if they were about to shatter from the shock.

In the battle with the magic python, Li Daochong's actual direct damage was not very serious.

Li Daochong's injuries mainly came from poisoning and his own excessive wastage.

Poisoning made Li Daochong's spiritual body very weak, and exhaustion made Li Daochong exhausted.

After the whole body shouted, the group of villagers suddenly fell into a panic, and some people ran around like headless chickens.

"Everyone calm down."

The tall man snapped.

Not to mention, this scolding really worked, the panicked villagers stopped, and everyone looked at the tall man, but there was helplessness and cowardice in their eyes.

"There are so many of us, all of whom are the best fighters in the village. As long as we work together, it won't be difficult to deal with one or two horse-faced men."

The tall man said with a serious face, but in fact his heart was also trembling. Hearing that the horse-faced man was also frightened, but he is the backbone leader of this group of villagers. If he shows timidity, the whole group will become a mess. It's completely finished, so even if the tall man is afraid in his heart, he can't show half of it.

In this dead and silent land, if the ghost corpses are a group of starving ghosts, then the horse-faced men are the seducers, far more terrifying than the ghost corpses.

As long as ghost corpses don't form a ghost wave, a few, a dozen, or even dozens of ghosts are nothing to fear.

Any fighter in the village can fight five against one.

The horse-faced man is different, and twenty village warriors may not be the opponent of a horse-faced man.

Only by relying on some powerful weapons, long-range consumption, and melee combat, can it be possible to defeat the horse-faced man.

Right now, the group of villagers who came out to look for food are all relatively powerful fighters in the village.

A group of eighteen people brought bows and arrows, spears and battle axes, as well as an extremely precious silver bullet gun and three silver bullets.

Although the link of long-range attack is missing, the tall man feels that he is still capable of fighting.

If everyone is properly distributed, they can even kill a horse-faced man without sacrificing anyone.

But there is only one premise, and there is only one horse-faced man.

The tall man immediately asked the panting sentry, "How many horse-faced men are there?"

In most cases, the horse-faced man is a lone wolf, looking for food alone in this dead land, it is best to meet people, if not, the horse-faced man will eat ghost corpses to satisfy his hunger.

So when you meet a horse-faced man, there is usually only one.

Out of caution, the tall man still asked.

"Two, two." The villager sentry behind him stammered with difficulty breathing.

The tall man's expression froze suddenly, and the other villagers even showed fear.

Two horse-faced men are enough to destroy a small village with a population of no more than fifty.

Eighteen of them plus nineteen sentinels are not enough to fit their teeth.

Some villagers' legs were weak, and they were a little unsteady, and they kept whispering softly, "Dead, dead, dead."

Tick, tick, tick...

The sound of horses treading the ground was heard not far away, and the ground trembled slightly.

"Village Chief, should we split up and escape? Don't let this pack beast go."

When he saw the tall figure of the horse-faced man in the distance, Fu Teng's throat dried up, he swallowed a mouthful of foam, and said.

"Hmph, escape, can you escape? Don't say that you are already within sight, even if you are more than ten kilometers away, as long as you are smelled by the horse-faced people, the fastest runner in our village will not be able to escape. "The tall man snorted coldly.

Fu Teng's words made many villagers wish they could run away.

But when they heard the tall man's words, they all stood there like deflated balls, unable to move.

The villagers knew that the village chief was right, no one could run faster than the horse-faced man.

Horse-faced people not only run fast, but they never seem to get tired. They can run non-stop for days and nights until they catch up with their prey, kill them and eat them.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? If you don't want to die, you pick up your weapons and line up. If you can't escape, it doesn't mean you have to wait for death. Let alone your limbs are healthy, even if you have one breath left, you still have a chance to fight to the death. Raise your spirits and get ready to fight." The tall man looked at the direction where the horse-faced man was attacking and said firmly.

The hearts of the villagers were shocked. They were cowardly, timid and had nothing to do with their own opinions. They were often really pitiful, but being timid and brainless was sometimes an advantage, and they were easy to be encouraged.

One sentence can make them lose confidence, and the same sentence can cheer them up instantly.

The tall man's voice has a slight sonic effect. In addition to the words themselves, the sound effect also has the effect of manipulating people's hearts, similar to hypnosis, but not so exaggerated. Mood mobilized.

The villagers were in such a state at this time. The timidity on their faces just now disappeared, and it was replaced by a state of the weak being pushed into a hurry, and the rabbit would bite when it was in a hurry.

Standing beside the tall man, the girl looked at her father's tall back, feeling extremely proud in her heart.

In the future, my husband must also have a solid and thick back like his father.

The girl pursed her lips, stretched out her small hands to her waist, and firmly clasped a Kuanbei short knife hanging on her waist.

These villagers looked emaciated and malnourished, but their combat effectiveness was not weak at all.

In this dead land, if you want to live, you have to be vigilant all the time, and you have to run around for food every day, so compared to ordinary people in the human realm and the spiritual world, they are actually much stronger, comparable to an ordinary person. Warriors are even stronger in actual combat.

After all, they are hovering between life and death every day.

But in just over ten seconds, the horse-faced man came galloping from the other side of the horizon.

The two horse-faced men look like two standing horses, with their feet on the ground, their legs are no different from the hind legs of a horse, full of explosive power, their upper limbs are extremely developed, and their arms are as thick as small trees.

The only difference from the horse is the face, although it still looks like a horse, but the mouth is more split, the teeth inside are as sharp as wolves, and a pair of eyes radiate dark red light.

The horse-faced man is holding a leg bone stick in his hand, which seems to be the leg bone of some larger person, with a human skeleton at one end.

Seeing so many living people, the two horse faces neighed excitedly. In this vast and desolate dead land, it is not common to encounter so many living people.

Human souls, they haven't tasted in a while.

At this moment, nineteen villagers had already completed their formation, and five villagers with shorter stature but obviously thicker limbs supported the large shields behind their backs in front of them, and stretched out their spears in their hands, in a defensive state.

Behind them are six taller villagers, each with a bow and arrow in his hand, and the sharp arrow is ready and ready to shoot at any time.

In the third row are five villagers with sabers ready to go, and each of them has a dart-like hidden weapon in their hands.

The fourth row is Futeng, a tall man and a girl.

Fu Teng is the warrior who is second only to tall men in strength on this trip, and his weapon is a long spear.

The girl was trained by a tall man since she was a child, and her actual combat also surpassed most of the villagers.

The tall man is the strongest in the entire village. He is bigger than the others. Although his chest is not high and bulging, he looks strong and powerful. In his hand is a brown spear.

The three of them belong to the mobile unit, ready to respond to emergencies.

"Let the arrows go."

When the horse-faced man shortened the distance to within a hundred meters, the tall man gave a loud shout.

instigate...

Six strong bows were shot at the same time.

The battle between the villagers and the horse-faced men kicked off.

Behind the formation, Li Daochong had long been forgotten. He took a breath for a while, ignoring the upheaval in his body, turned over and continued to crawl towards the demon body.

Having been carried away for a while now, and now he has to climb back again, Li Daochong moved forward bit by bit with a bit of bitterness.

Every inch of progress required Li Daochong's great efforts. Not long ago, he was able to kill the underworld demon with a single blow, but now even crawling has become extremely difficult, which is embarrassing.

Because of the disappearance of Li Daochong's divine sense, he couldn't even summon Shalou. This little thing was also strange. It will save a lot of trouble.

The killing sound shook the sky from behind, while Li Daochong squirmed forward like a snail.

Finally, when a scream sounded, Li Daochong finally touched the body of the demon body.

Li Daochong cursed in his heart, and slowly touched the lower abdomen of the demon body. Like Renxiu, the dantian is also the vital position of the underworld demon.

After groping for a long time, Li Daochong found nothing.

I wiped it.

Li Daochong's heart felt cold, and he just wanted to sing a cool song for himself.

Snapped.

Just when Li Daochong retracted his hand and planned to search elsewhere, the limp magic python suddenly moved and grabbed Li Daochong's wrist.

The magic python that passed out actually woke up.

Li Daochong couldn't see any expression on his blood-stained face, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, what the hell, it's raining all night.

God, the joke was a bit big this time.

"Squeak."

Just when Li Daochong felt that he was completely cold, two squeaks came from his ears.

If this voice was normal, Li Daochong would only feel his ears irritated, but at this moment, it was like hearing the most beautiful singing voice in the world, which was a thousand times more beautiful than the singing of the legendary fairy who came down from nine days away.

Sha Yao quickly squeezed out from under Li Daochong, seeing the latter covered in blood, the little guy jumped up in fright.

"Zhizhizhi..." Shalou immediately panicked and let out a chaotic cry.

"Little thing, look for, look for the magic pill." Li Daochong said with difficulty, he couldn't communicate with Shalou with his spiritual thoughts, he could only talk.

Sha Yao understood the words without thinking, and immediately understood what Li Daochong meant.

Sha Yao looked sideways at the magic python, squeaked, and yelled twice, but the yelling became extremely aggressive, the mouth opened to reveal the sharp fangs inside, and the cute image instantly collapsed.

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