They no longer have the courage and ability to resist.

This world will be destroyed sooner or later!

They... they are just afraid of death and want to die later!

Han Jiaming listened to the cries and roars of the monks, and did not take them seriously. Instead, he lowered his eyes to Ouyang Qing below, with a refreshing expression on his face.

Ouyang Qing's speed is indeed very fast, he is obviously just a virtual immortal.

His body speed actually exceeded his.

It was precisely because of his strange movements and body movement that he could not be caught by the ghouls until now.

However, there are more and more wounds on the body, and the poison is spreading faster and faster.

But soon, he had no way to escape.

Because the advanced mutated ghoul suddenly accelerated.

One of the third-level ghouls expanded several times and disappeared in an instant, grabbing Ouyang Qing.

The huge claws pinched Ouyang Qing's entire body.

His bloody mouth was opened and he wanted to swallow him.

Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen's faces changed drastically, and they wanted to rush forward to save each other.

But he was tripped by the ghouls around him and couldn't get rid of them.

On the other hand, Jingyuan was also in a desperate situation.

The fifth-level ghoul pulled off his arm and swallowed his golden bowl into his belly.

His eyes rushed towards Jingyuan, who had been scarred.

An excitement appeared in Han Jiaming's eyes.

His eyes looked here for a moment, and then there, waiting to see the scene where Jingyuan and Ouyang Qing were torn apart.

Even the second-level ghoul who rushed up was too lazy to kill, but just avoided it at will.

At this moment, everyone, whether in the Taoist protector camp or the immortal cultivator camp, fell into a daze of despair.

They even lost the desire to fight and subconsciously looked in the direction of the ghouls gathering to massacre.

There is no help, the world is no help!

It will be destroyed soon.

And they all die.

Some people couldn't help but cry loudly.

Someone couldn't help but retching and laughed crazy.

At this moment, no one noticed that a light light lit up in the Medicine King Hall not far away.

It is colorful and mixed with a lingering black mist.

Only Li Weiran, who was alone in the camp of the Taoist protectors, opened his eyes slightly widened, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Ouyang Qing, who was caught by a third-level ghoul, looked at the direction of Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen, curled his lips and smiled: "I can't repay the kindness of the Ming Yan Army for saving each other many times. If I have the chance in my next life, I hope I can repay the kindness. Brother Yan, if you can still see Xiaosheng, please tell me..."

Before Ouyang Qing could finish his words, the faces of Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen changed.

Not anger, powerlessness, despair.

But it was incredibly shocked.

Ouyang Qing's heart trembled inexplicably.

On this battlefield where flesh and blood are flying everywhere and rotten smell is everywhere.

But the tip of his nose seemed to smell a familiar smell.

The next moment, he felt his sight falling rapidly.

Behind him, the third-level ghoul was angry and painfully roaring.

Grasping his claws slowly melted as they fell.

There was a layer of golden substance attached to this hand claw at some point.

Like spiritual power, and like flame.

The ghoul's flesh and blood quickly burned and evaporated.

Ouyang Qing felt in a trance that he was being hugged and fell to the ground.

A familiar voice came from my ears, "Brother Qing, are you okay?"

Ouyang Qing slowly turned his head and looked at him, and his eyes were a familiar and handsome face.

In those clear eyes, his shadow was reflected, and there were unconcealed worries and concerns.

"Little...sheng..."
Chapter completed!