The alley was very narrow, so three people could only barely be allowed to go in parallel; the short distance of more than ten meters seemed to be without any obstacles, and the footsteps echoed, calming down the breath that was deliberately lowered.

The moonlight crossed the eaves, but was blocked by the houses, and the stone wall on the right whitened; the light and darkness were intertwined, outlining straight lines, as if they were deliberately drawn, until the pen felt a little strange.

The short wall at the end was hidden in the darkness, like the rough skin of the elite thorn-armored beast just now, but without the sharp thorns. Zi Yan and Feng Kuang, who were walking in the front, looked at each other and could see the doubts in the other's eyes, a dead end?

Dong! A muffled sound popped up in his ears, like a slow and sudden heartbeat, which was imprinted on the eardrums of several people.

Zi Yan's fingers holding the hilt of the sword turned slightly white. At the front, she could see the bulging of the stone wall in an instant, like a wave of being hit by a heavy object.

"There is no way?" Wang Xiaofeng's question broke the dullness that was about to spread, took a few steps forward, and walked to Zi Yan. "Be careful." Zi Yan's voice trembled slightly. Wang Xiaofeng turned his head and smiled, but he was standing in the shadow and did not convey any cheerful meaning. "It's okay."

"This should be a stone wall," the green wood rattan pole in his hand gently knocked on the low wall in front of him, listening to the thickness of the stone wall.

Dong! The muffled sound rang in my ears again, as if resonating with my heartbeat. Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously covered his chest. The wooden stick in his hand suddenly hit the stone wall. With a ping-up, the wooden stick was shaken open, his arm was slightly hurt, but he couldn't stand the force of the counter-shock.

"Feng Kuang? Are you adding all your strength?" "Yes, what's wrong?" Feng Kuang came over and the big bone stick in his hand stood behind him. Wang Xiaofeng thrust his mouth and "poke."

Feng Kuang nodded, and the big bone rod fell into his hand, holding it up slightly, standing straight, and having a heroic momentum. However, thinking of having a girl, Feng Kuang lost some luck in his practice. He held the big bone rod in his hands and slapped it hard towards the low wall.

Wang Xiaofeng quickly turned his head and stepped back. With a bang, he felt a few pieces of gravel on his back; a burst of smoke and dust started to shock him, and a moonlight shot into him, and the strange alley was no longer silent.

"Cough cough!" The dust settled, Feng Kuang, who was covered in dust, coughed with a choke by the smoke and dust. Feng Qing gently knocked on his back and stroked his breath. Wang Xiaofeng and others stared at everything in front of him, feeling a little creepy.

In front of me was a small square, and it seemed like a ceremony was being held above the square. An altar three meters high and five meters square, several large braziers burned strange blue fireworks, and the "crackling" sound seemed to have a stable rhythm.

A group of figures worshiped the black figure standing on the altar like a religion, silently, only the occasional thunder sound came from the sky above the altar, like the agitation of the heart of an inexplicable creature; a dark red mark visible to the naked eye gradually spread, and the strange blue flame swayed.

In the slanted moonlight, the demon pioneer holding the sky with both hands exuded a strong black aura all over his body. There was a dark crack three meters above his head, and black demonic aura continued to swallow and gather.

He looked at the picture in front of him blankly, and for a while, Wang Xiaofeng's light cough brought back everyone's minds. Looking at each other, the beautiful Zi Yan used her good habit of asking if she didn't understand, "How to fight?"

Wang Xiaofeng, who was equipped with a green wood rattan pole and a bird gun, responded fully to the real work and practiced the era declaration of truth. When the wooden pole was raised, it was about to start a war directly, but Feng Kuang grabbed his wrist. "Huh?" Wang Xiaofeng looked at Feng Kuang standing beside him in confusion. The latter smiled indifferently and shook his head and said, "The last **oss is not that simple, study it first and then fight."

After making up, move? Looking at the demon altar in the center of the small square, the dark crack suddenly turned mysterious against the dark sky, as if it could make people hear a silent roar coming from inside.

There were neat stone slabs on the ground of the town, and there was a little redness in the gaps of the stone slabs. The redness seemed to be invading human blood. The residents of the town should have gathered under the altar and quietly worshiped the demons, performing some heresy ceremony. Looking at the bright red color above their heads, Wang Xiaofeng remembered the explanation of Amy's mentor before entering the dungeon, and had a headache.

The demonized civilian

Physical Attack: 34－－39

Physical Defense: 50

Magic Defense: 45

Blood volume: 700/700

Description: There is an angel and a demon living in everyone's heart. After receiving the temptation and despair of the demon, the residents of the town were infected by the demonic energy. They were originally just ordinary people and became very crazy at this time. Apocalypse, your task is to purify them! Let their souls return to the light. They are innocents, but they are also victims!

Zi Yan snorted: "The little monster in the last level seems to be a little weak."

"They are humans, not strangers." Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but frown and looked at Feng Kuang, who responded to Wang Xiaofeng with a worried look. "The last level may not be easy." "Save blue," Feng Kuang pushed the big bone stick in his hand. "Eighty times it was a war of rapid attrition, just like that level 35 dungeon, boss?"

Zi Yan was shocked and looked at the group of civilians who were kneeling and worshiping manners. Even her voice was trembling: "Can we hold on this time?"

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel depressed. The level 35 dungeon they said should be a not very good memory in the Era; he nodded decisively to express his agreement to show that he was not ignorant of the Era.

"I'll start the monster, and try to see if I can retreat to the edge of the alley later," Wang Xiaofeng was a little suspicious of being overused, but Zi Yan naturally followed his instructions. "The boss follows Feng Kuang and don't enter the alley, otherwise they may get out of the battle. Cai Ren and Feng Qing's output behind me, I'll start the monster!"

A holy light bullet hit a woman with long hair. The latter suddenly stood up and turned around. Her pale face and empty eyes made Wang Xiaofeng, who had never watched any thriller movies, tremble all over.

Just as she opened her mouth and let out a silent "scream", the demonized civilians around her slowly turned around, and focused on Wang Xiaofeng with the slightest emotion. More than two hundred gazes hit Wang Xiaofeng, which immediately made a comrade's body full of goose bumps, and he resolutely hid behind the beautiful boss.

Group ridicule? Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but touch his cheek. Could it be that he really grew into a handsome ridiculous face? Just kidding, this is the copy setting.

The demonized civilians who locked their hatred on Wang Xiaofeng did not attack immediately. Instead, they slowly gathered in the direction they were like an army. Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. If all these more than a hundred monsters rushed up, they would probably be dismembered by them.

"Celebrity, what is your magic limit?" Wang Xiaofeng asked. "Four Hundred and Twenty-Five." He got a cold and hard answer.

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but nod. This should be the value behind the black iron weapon that was exposed before on the equipment. This big iceberg is 80% full intelligence points like him, which makes Wang Xiaofeng even more worried about the next situation.

Forget it, do your best and you can reach the point of the situation. After all, except Feng Qing, you have gained a lot today. It’s the same when you get a higher level next time you go through the level.

As if he had received some instructions, the demonized civilians who integrated the square array began to move slowly towards the entrance of the alley, saying that they were moving, that is, they were jogging at Wang Xiaofeng and the others. The group of five people immediately retreated and retreated to the edge of the entrance of the alley amid the storm of the wind.

The demonized civilian who had originally had a pale face saw Wang Xiaofeng about to escape, and a little blood-red light suddenly appeared on his body, and the empty eyes were instantly dyed red, and he ignored the formation and rushed towards the few people like crazy.

Holy Light Bomb!-120!

Looking at the pale-faced big sister in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh that this kind of humanoid monster is really weak.

"Sacrifice of Holy Light!" After the demonized army, a sudden roar came from the roar. It was barely visible that the demon pioneer Smoti's eyes were locked on Wang Xiaofeng. The gaze of the eyes was revealed with a faint bloodthirsty anger. "I hate the Holy Light! It passes with the wind! My believer! Tear him apart!"

Looking at the hatred statistics page, his hatred value suddenly increased, a comrade was dizzy and turned around and jumped into the alley. Zi Yan and Feng Kuang blocked the intersection of the alley.

"No!" Feng Kuang looked at the loophole that was about half a meter beside him, "There is still a gap here!"

"I'll do it!" Wang Xiaofeng suddenly became anxious. Looking at the demonized army that was just rushing three meters away, Wang Xiaofeng really didn't have much courage to verify how long he could hold on in their hands.

"Your hatred is too high! Qing'er is here!" Feng Kuang threw Wang Xiaofeng behind him. Feng Qing stood beside Feng Kuang with his back against the wall, and his hands tightly grasped Feng Kuang's arms. The three of them had completely closed the entrance of the alley!

The demonized civilians opened their mouths and screamed, but they made no noise. The demonized civilians began to run, waving their arms and hit them forward hard, and they were in a state of silence, as if they were crazy.

Zi Yan raised the wooden shield in her hand, shouted with a solemn face; Feng Qing bit her lower lip, and her beauty was fading. Feng Kuang blocked his wife in his arms, put away the bone rod, raised the spear with one hand, raised the tip of the spear up slanted, and gathered his sword eyebrows to secretly carry out his strength.

Roar! The shouts of dozens of people in unison turned into a dull sound, which exploded in the ears of several people like thunder. The demonized civilians rushed over and rushed towards the three people standing at the narrow alley like a tide, and slapped at the reef like a black tide.

“A charming snowstorm!”

Huh—The blue blizzard suddenly floated, and a sharp cold wind blew at the entrance of the alley, but the impact of the demonized civilians had no effect. They rushed straight into the wind's long spear and Zi Yan's wooden shield against the blizzard!

"Be careful!" Wang Xiaofeng stood behind Feng Kuang and shouted: "They don't eat slowing down!"

With a few muffled groans, the civilians, who were as tide as a tide, hit the three of them hard on the line of defense.

Feng Kuang added all his strength, and he had a great advantage in this collision, especially when he almost subconsciously bent his legs, bent over, and inserted a spear in his hand on the ground, stopping the impact.

But Zi Yan and Feng Qing, one lacked experience and lacked strength, the other was panicked, and the two women were tilted back with no strength. Feng Kuang shouted softly, and his left arm became Feng Qing's most solid support. However, Zi Yan could not bear the force from the wooden shield and could not control her body to tilt backwards...

Wang Xiaofeng took the back of the beautiful boss, stepped out of the armor that was pressed against her shoulders, shouted loudly, and kicked back with his feet. The power from some unknown reason was to hold on to the pressure ahead.

"Feng Kuang, Boss! Take two steps back together!" "Die Xiaofeng! You pressed my shoulders so much!" "Boss hold on! Persistence is victory! Feng Kuang, one, two, jump!"

Wang Xiaofeng pulled Zi Yan, Feng Kuang hugged Feng Qing and jumped back into the alley at the same time. The civilians at the forefront of the impact formation exerted force and were pushed to the ground by the back, which immediately made the two rows in front fall in an instant; Feng Kuang spears picked and crossed in time, and the opponent's rushing momentum instantly dissipated.
Chapter completed!