Xu Yichen stood behind the samurai and watched them play together, but he couldn't talk to them and couldn't meet them.

What's strange is that the city wall under his feet is indeed physical for the demon hunter. He failed to penetrate the city wall like he had passed through those houses, but instead hit the city wall.

Xu Yichen couldn't climb up the city wall like a monk. The city wall seemed absolutely smooth to him and could not borrow any force.

Finally, the Demon Hunter went along the wall that the Greenskins blew down, and saw the scene of Greenskins fighting the Paladins.

He didn't know if this city wall was so special and had any other intentions, so Xu Yichen planned to see the situation. Since the green skins had already created a gap in the city wall, then wait quietly.

In this way, the Demon Hunter discovered his team members, peeping on the other side of the gap, and stood behind them, waiting to see what would change.

"I don't know why, but I always feel cold behind me." Li Yanlong twisted his butt with some anxiety and changed his position.

"Do you do too much trouble?" Wang Yue, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the arrow, carefully maintaining his two long swords, and said frankly: "Did you make Miss Carlo? Well..."

Assassin Fan Li quickly covered Wang Yue's mouth with quick eyes, and then laughed at Li Yanlong. Beside Li Yanlong was the father of the girl Carlo, the Knight Bart.

At this time, the old knight was looking at Li Yanlong with a scrutiny, staring at the other party sweating profusely, scratching his head and distracting the topic: "Not this, I mean, it feels like the head is looking at me behind him. What should I say?"

Li Yanlong was serious about Xu Yichen's expression, looked ahead with a cold look, and then pointed at himself: "It's just this look, the standard posture of the political commissar!"

Li Yanlong's actions immediately made the players on the city wall hilarious.

"You didn't learn anything like it, but I can understand what you want to express! Hahaha!" Vitoria smiled the happiestly, and the fire was fiercely fired. She shot against the muskets and magic. Ping Ping Pong didn't notice their voices at all: "If Xu knew that you described him like this behind the scenes, you would be dead!"

For some reason, Li Yanlong felt that the pressure from behind was getting greater. He looked back with some confusion and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "What a hell!"

Xu Yichen couldn't help but smile, but the smile quickly frozen.

Behind the demon hunter, the wronged souls in Wangxiang City seemed to be stimulated by some stimulation, swarming from all over the city and running towards the gap in the city wall!

All kinds of strange-shaped injustice souls almost filled the streets and the ruins on both sides. Xu Yichen, standing on the city wall, looked almost thousands!

That's right. The demon hunter carried his big sword and walked down step by step along the collapsed part of the city wall.

The green skins' explosive packs were so powerful that the city wall did not collapse completely, but a large piece was missing at the bottom of the outside. The disrepaired city wall collapsed inward from both sides along the gap.

A winding path is formed on both sides of the inside and outside, allowing only one person to pass through.

At this time, the target of the thousands of unjust souls is that small gap that can only pass through one person!

But in front of them, there was a Serris with a smile on his face and leisurely leaning on his long sword. He just blocked the only way for the wronged souls to freedom!

Master Sanzang felt his eyes lit up, and suddenly exposed to such a bright place from the darkness, which made his eyes sting!

Despite this, Master Sanzang still maintained the combat power that a monk should have. The monk who was proficient in blind fighting raised his hand to block his right eye.

"When!" A sharp black object poked on the back of Master Sanzang's metalized hand and was instantly bounced away.

Tang Sanzang opened his eyes leisurely and finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

This is a relatively spacious underground temple. More than a dozen thick stone pillars connect the ceiling and the ground, which serve as a supporting role. Each pillar is inlaid with a circle of exquisite night pearls, blooming its own light.

The light source in this space comes from those night pearls.

The attack on him was a monk with a little dark skin. The other party was wearing a black monk robe, and one arm was gradually turning from a black spear to an arm.

In the middle of the temple, a human-shaped object kneeling on the floor made Master Sanzang know at the first time that it was the entity of "Yama".

The human figure was black overall, like the background of the starry sky, and was extremely dark and deep, making people unable to look away at first glance.

Around the "Yanmo", countless black silk threads like smoke and mist are densely connected to the "Yanmo", and the other end disappears from the ceiling.

These silk threads are constantly shaking, and occasionally one will break, but soon a new silk thread will spread out from the body of "Yanmo" and disappear on the ceiling above the head again.

"Yongye, do you still have to be obsessed with it?" The previous voice suddenly opened, which made Master Sanzang retract his attention from "Yanmo".

The dark-skinned monk was indeed Yongye. He whispered in the direction where "Yan Mo" was: "Master, I always think that we may have done something wrong. It's not that my disciples are obsessed with it, but that your persistence is wrong," said Master."

Master Sanzang looked in the direction of Eternal Night's salute and saw a monk sitting cross-legged. However, in his perception, the other party did not exist at all!

What's even more exaggerated is that the monk with a white beard sat cross-legged in the air and floated in the air.

The professional talent of Immortal Body was learned by the monk at the fifteenth level. It can allow the monk to maintain his physical fitness and appearance at that time forever, and will not be affected by aging until he dies.

The monk in front of him is indeed looking old, but this method of floating in the void is the symbol of the legendary monk!

Master Sanzang also discovered that although the old monk floated in front of "Yanmo", he consciously avoided the direction of "Yanmo" kneeling down.

"I made this donor laugh. I and my disciples have some differences in their ideas." The old monk's voice was still tired: "This is the essence of 'Yanmo', the last Peacock King who was burned into colorful glass back then."

"What is the purpose of bringing the little monk here? Why did this Eternal Night Master attack the little monk?" Master Sanzang stood at the door and asked quietly: "Does these black lines mean that 'Yanmo' is about to escape from trouble?"
Chapter completed!