Except for Dong Zhongming, Ning Cho and the little Lama Sangrile, the rest of the gang of defeated soldiers gathered in front of me were related personnel involved in the first and second rescues, but the most important backbone elements or the person in charge were not there.

This made me feel depressed, wondering whether they were dead or imprisoned.

I looked around and asked, "Is there still a living thing left?"

As if I heard my question, a prison guard was taken out from the crowd of underground survivors. Next to him was the strong man with horse-faced face who had helped me repeatedly.

The strong man with a horse face said to me in unskilled Chinese: "This is a guardian. His heart is still kind, so he doesn't have it. Kill him!"

When this man fought with Duda Jiangma just now, his whole body was pricked with blood. I thought he was about to die, but I didn't expect that his vitality would survive again so strongly. I asked unexpectedly: "Dare you ask about your surname?"

The strong man with a horse face touched his head and thought for a while, then said, "Your surname? Oh, my name is Maradora, I am a guardian of the House clan. He was caught here by the madman named King Amo."

I nodded, and without asking more questions, I grabbed the remaining guard and asked to him in a deep voice: "Where have the rest of us gone?"

The man was a soft man. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me. He replied tremblingly: "I don't know, I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, he drank a lot of blood, and the wet cold light sword of blood was put on his neck. I said calmly in a murderous tone: "I don't want to ask for it a second time. Tell me, where are our people now?"

The guard opened his mouth and before he could speak, Maradora next to him stopped him and said, "Hey, this Alo, he is a good person. He is the best one for us among the guards. Can you..."

I ignored the pleading of the horse-faced man, but suddenly pinched the guard's neck with his left hand and held it tightly. He said word by word: "The last chance!"

Perhaps because I saw that I had killed many of his companions just now, the man finally failed to hold on and suddenly collapsed, and cried and said, "I really don't know. I have never been out--but I heard them say that some of the people caught are used to sacrifice to the gods!"

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Sacrifice to God?"

The guard nodded wildly: "Yes, it is to sacrifice to the gods, which means selecting the best-qualified prisoners and offering them to God. As for what they end up with, I really don't know, it's all about those shamans..."

The man shouted while smearing his nose and saliva, obviously scared.

I saw him telling the truth, and did not make things difficult for him. I handed him back to the underground survivors, took a long breath, and then turned around to the strong man with a horse face and said, "What are your plans?"

This strong man with horse face is considered one of the more prestigious among the sixty or seventy underground survivors.

The crowd was led by him and several other guys who were liberated from the water prison. Among these people, he was the only one who could communicate in Chinese, so I would consult his opinions.

Hearing my question, the strong man with horse face said without hesitation: "Escape and return to Cha Renbacuo, that is our home!"

He finished speaking in Chinese and spoke in another language. The countless prisoners behind him suddenly became in a state of great emotion and seemed very excited. I nodded and said to him: "Since that's the case, let's leave together!"

The strong man with a few prisoners bowed to me, but I didn't pay any attention to me, so I asked Dong Zhongming, Ning Cho, Sangrile and others to organize our comrades, and then led me to rush towards the door of the Tianzhuo.

Although my fight with the three red-robed shamans was quick, in this time, it was enough for the people above to react and organize reinforcements.

For the sake of the present, I can only turn back to the pit.

Thinking of this, I walked towards the road without hesitation, but as I expected, when I reached the second fork, someone came from another road toward this side.

The leader is still the woman in white.

Oh, no, although it was the same dress, this woman in white was not Duda Jiangma who fought with me before, and the weapon in her hand was not a bronze thorn, but an exquisite golden Zen stick.

This is another Tara.

As soon as the woman appeared, she immediately cut off several underground survivors, which were inexplicably fierce. However, in order to survive, the underground survivors who obtained the guardian weapons did not compromise at all. They raised the weapons in their hands and fought hard towards the woman and the team behind her.

It can be seen that Xue Yong is the real temperament in the bones of these underground survivors.

I was leading the way and ignored anything behind me.

We quickly rushed back to the huge sinkhole, but when everyone saw the giant tyrannosaurus lying on the bonfire, everyone's steps subconsciously stopped.

Although the pursuers behind him were fierce, everyone was shocked by the Tyrannosaurus, which looked like a mountain of meat.

Just after leaving the wolf's den, it entered the tiger's mouth?

I took Ning Cho, Dong Zhongming and others to the giant tyrannosaurus all the way, and felt that the people behind me seemed to have not followed me. When I looked back, I saw that Maradora, the fierce and fierce underground survivors, had all pounced on the ground and shouted: "Mahuraka, Mahuraka..."

When I saw these guys worshiping the Tyrannosaurus as a god, I was immediately surprised.

But at this moment, the woman in white who was chasing her tail finally arrived and killed several people in a row. The guys who were lying on the ground hid in panic.

Fear ultimately defeats faith.

I stood in front of the giant tyrannosaurus who was sleeping in a dizzy way, and passed over the underground survivors who were fleeing towards me in a hurry. I saw a short red-robed shaman who walked up to me surrounded by two women in white and a steady stream of reinforcements.

The short red robe shaman was wearing a strange-shaped red pointed hat on his head.

This person is Miluo Red Top.

Unexpectedly, he arrived at the scene so soon. I guess his residence is not far from here.

I didn't expect Miluo Red Top to come so soon, and Miluo Red Top was very surprised at my appearance. On the face covered by darkness, a pair of green eyes stared at me for a long time, and then slowly said: "You really surprised me, I didn't expect you to be dead."

I smiled coldly and said, "You are not dead, so how dare I take a step first?"

The Mormons under Miluo Red Head blocked the entire passage tightly. The people behind him were all talented and well-trained, like an army. On the other hand, we were all in a hurry, not much different from the wreckage dog.

Only by comparing this way can you feel how the full confidence of Miluo Red Top came from.

With such support, even if such a big change occurs, Miluo Red Top is not panicked at all, but said slowly: "I really want to know how many people are like you in the world on the ground?"

It seems that the words of Monador and others are not false. The deity worshipped by the Mormons really has the intention to counterattack the surface.

I smiled slightly and said, "There are hundreds of millions of humans on the surface. Even if you choose one in a hundred, one in a thousand, and one in a thousand, there are countless people like me. You guys who are arrogant and arrogant in the well and still stay in this acre of three-point land and be safer."

As soon as I said, the people behind Miluo Redding were suddenly panicked, but he himself laughed and scolded coldly: "The evil words confuse the public!"

I raised my eyebrows and said calmly: "Why, don't you believe it?"

Miluo Hongding said, "You should know that some of your people have already turned to us, so I know everything about you. Even you, the Black Hand Twin Cities, clearly!"

The person he was talking about was Huang Wenxing.

I shrugged and said in his words: "Since I know my reputation, why don't you give up a way? It makes me angry and will destroy your century-old foundation!"

I was talking nonsense, while Miluo Hongding just smiled and shook his head.

He is ridiculing my arrogance.

Trapped in such a place, you dare to say such crazy words. Such a guy is really a fool!

After shaking his head, Miluo Red Head said to the underground survivors who escaped in a hurry: "You wild beasts who do not obey education, King Amo is so friendly to you. Not only will you bring you back from the depths of the molten, shock and cold Cha Renbacuo, but you will also teach you knowledge. Unexpectedly, you will not only refuse to surrender, but will get along with this demon. God is kind and inviolable. Give you more than ten times, get over here, and if you don't follow, you will kill them all!"

In his words, he used ecstasy, and his voice echoed throughout the space, full of supreme majesty.

Many underground survivors were a little shaken and subconsciously walked back.

However, at this time, the strong man with horse face stood up, cursed at Miluo Red Head, and then raised his arms and shouted: "Free, freedom!"

A sound of "freedom" awakened all the bravery in the bloodlines of these underground survivors, and there were many followers.

Miluo Hongding was furious and said to this side: "You guys who don't cry without seeing the coffin, let you know how terrible it would be if you offend God - Sala, Makhuraga..."

He chanted a spell in his mouth, filling the space.

And a few seconds later, under everyone's surprise gaze, the sleeping tyrannosaurus slowly raised its head.

roar!
Chapter completed!