Chapter 1302 (2/2)

The place where Shen Qing and Su Jianyuan are trapped is only about two or three miles away.

At the moment, Lin miaoran is in full bloom. He opens the way in front of her. The zombies can hardly stop her.

Shoot it with one hand, no matter what's in front of you, smash it directly.

Under the momentum, Lin miaoran and Jiang panmeng soon find their way to Shen Qing and Su Jianyuan.

When they saw them, Shen Qing and Su Jianyuan could move within a few feet of the corpse tide.

Su Jianyuan's whole body is blood. It's not too much to say that he is a blood man.

There was a bone deep wound on his chest. He had already fainted, and one of his arms was held up by Shen Qing.

But even so, Su Jianyuan's only wind sword remained.

Shen Qing's condition is better than Su Jianyuan's.

But it's just better.

Shen Qing's clothes are tattered, but her ability to endure pain is far beyond ordinary people. When Lin miaoran and Jiang panmeng arrive, she has two zombie fangs in her arms.

But Shen Qing didn't even frown. She waved the soul lock gun and poked directly into the face of a zombie.

Then the gun turned.

The corpse's face was crushed, at the same time, the corpse nucleus in the brain was also penetrated.

”Go Lin miaoran grabs Su Jianyuan, who has been in a coma, and then protects Shen Qing with Jiang panmeng, retreating in the direction he came.

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At this time, in addition to this tide of corpses, more than 1000 monks have been surrounded.

More monks are coming from all directions.

However, these monks seem to have formed a tacit understanding. No one went in to help them, and no one offered to rescue the monks trapped in the corpse tide.

These people, with the walls and buildings as barriers, kept a distance of about ten miles from the place where the corpse tide broke out, and then observed from a distance.

They wait in silence, waiting for an expected result in the tide of corpses.

These more than 1000 friars, including those who are coming, are not in their own ranks.

According to the number of these people, they are divided into about 20 or 30 forces.

Among these forces, the largest number is close to 70 or 80, and the smallest number is about 10.

Between each other, separated some distance.

Naturally, it is impossible for those who come to Sansheng mountain this time to have a sect or a family that can select so many disciples.

Even the broken Star building, that is because of Chu Yan's reason, just gathered now these people.

These friars are short-term alliances formed after entering the black soul city.

Among these alliances, those who were more powerful or stronger will naturally become the leaders of these alliances.

At this time, the most powerful three of the 20 or 30 alliances occupied the best position of observation - a tower facing the ladder.

On the tower, there are nearly 200 monks.

At the top of the tower, there were only a dozen people.

These ten people, not to exaggerate, are the strongest among the thousand monks gathered here.

Among them, three monks are the current leaders of the three leagues.

One of them had long hair and a shawl. Compared with normal people, his face was slightly sallow, but his whole body was full of amazing momentum.

When a normal monk stands next to him for a little longer, he will feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Another, wearing a long yellow shirt, reciting words in his mouth, didn't know what he was talking about.

The other one, with a beard and bright eyes, seemed to know the changes of the war situation.

After a while, the friar in the yellow gown glanced at the two people around him and said with a smile: ”jianghuaiwu, Wang Lei, what are you waiting for here? If we drag on, we won't even have the chance to climb the stairs. ”