In front of the temple, Fang Dou sat on the altar, driving the dog spirit as his eyes and ears to track down the Lord Yan and his group.

In the animal realm, in addition to the dog spirit and crocodile spirit, there is one new guest, which is the "生生生生".

In this way, the water, land and air were gathered.

The crocodile spirit was too severely injured and was still cultivating at this moment. The stear spirit had just formed and needed warmth and was not enough to be used.

Only the dog spirit can still be used!

Fang Dou also knew that the leader of the Venerable Yan was cautious and dared to let the black dog follow him far away along the way, and could not get close to him, which attracted the attention of the other party.

According to the investigation of the black dog, the target of this group of people is the temple where they are located.

That's right, this is Qianqiu Society's revenge.

Fang Dou's whole body was trembling, his blood was boiling, and the battle had already begun.

In the past six months, I have been waiting for the best practice every day. In order to improve my strength, it is finally time to hand in the paper. How can I not be excited?

"They will arrive at that place after another hour or two!"

According to the black dog's tracking, Venerable Yan and his group were step by step and began to gradually approach the temple. The path was the ambush battlefield chosen by Fang Dou.

"Zen Yan, we have inquired about the depression in front of us, which was originally a vast lake of thousands of acres."

"Later, the lake water dried up and the ground was exposed, and it became a depression!"

"We will see the temple after we climb over the depression!"

Master Yan nodded after hearing the report of the inquiring warlock, "Be careful, pay attention to the ambush on the left side of the road. The little monk has two strange beasts, black dogs and giant crocodiles, which are quite ferocious!"

The warlocks dispersed one after another, guarding all directions, and following them step by step.

They walked step by step to the bottom of the depression, in the dry soil under their feet, fish bones and river shells mixed with it, obviously this was the bottom of the lake.

“Hohuh!”

A roar sounded in the air, and it sounded from above, like hundreds of bellows pulling at the same time, and the heavy sound of hundreds of old men breathing asthma.

The already hot summer atmosphere has become even more unbearable, and the entire depression has become like a pan.

"No, it's coming again!"

Master Yan sighed, waved his cuffs, dozens of sesame seeds flew out, rolled in the air, and fell to the ground, and had turned into a half-human-tall hunchbacked ghost.

These little ghosts are green-skinned and fangs, thin as hair, chirping and noisy.

Other warlocks also brewed spells and prepared to deal with them at any time.

No matter how strong the enemy is, can we still deal with everyone present at the same time?

They had already found out that Fang Dou, who was called the "nameless monster monk", was actually a lonely man who fought alone.

Behind the warlocks is the giant Qianqiu Society, how could he take him seriously?

"Huhh!"

A steel twin-wheeled truck suddenly rose on the top of the depression, with a windmill vertically inserted on it.

The wind and fire intersect, covering the iron windmill, and this firearm appeared in front of the enemy for the first time.

Before everyone could react, the iron windmill was descending from a high place and rushed towards the bottom of the depression. The wheels were turning faster and faster, causing the scorching wind to make the iron windmill rotate, like a disc.

The huge potential energy gradually transformed into terrifying kinetic energy, and in the end it seemed to have the terrifying power to tear the air.

Venerable Yan and his group were calm at first, but their expressions changed as they heard the wind getting stronger and stronger.

At the beginning, they didn't want to retreat, but when they saw that the situation was not good, they wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Venerable Yan pointed his hand and many young ghosts jumped and rushed forward one after another, trying to block the momentum of the iron windmill rushing down.

The iron windmill roared, and a firelight shone through the group of ghosts. The little ghosts who were divided into two halves were still brave and rushing forward without fear of death.

Well, the next scene was like a soil compressor crushing a toad group, which was quite crisp!

Venerable Yan's green-skinned ghost looks thin, with hard skin like the stratum corneum. When facing the enemy, it makes the enemy very troubled.

But, all this is nothing in front of the iron windmill!

The iron windmill rushed over, and the momentum was like a EMU that accelerated to the peak. The two or three little ghosts who were the first to be hit on the spot were smashed to pieces.

More little devils stretched out their skinny arms and tried to trip the wheels with their claws.

The wheels wrapped in fire easily crushed the green-skinned ghost to pieces, and the broken limbs and arms rotated and splashed along the wheel.

Hulala, the strong fire wind brought by the iron windmill has accumulated for a long time, compressing into a ball of fireballs that are big as millstones, shrinking a few times, and then explodes instantly.

The cracked fireball is not an illusory fire, but like a ripe watermelon, countless pieces of solidity flying out in all directions.

The "Shank Destroyer" is a man who was two meters tall before. Now he is holding a pig iron door panel in his hand, waving it so hard that it is not easy.

Three or two pieces hit the door panel, making the knocker's wrist numb, and he thought to himself that such a powerful attack.

After blocking it a few times, the palm of the mountain chef became hot. It turned out that the pig iron door panel had already been burned red.

Let’s look at the other warlocks, who were hit by countless pieces of water and fire, and used their skills to escape.

Someone activated the armored horse talisman and fled into a gust of wind, but was rubbed by fragments, half of his body wrapped in flames, burning and screaming in pain.

Some people also separated the soft soil layer on the ground and plunged into it, driving the floating soil to close together, and almost avoiding the bombardment of debris.

There were several warlocks who were more supportive, and were surrounded by raging fire.

With this wave, the iron windmill came to the wind and rushed into the "flock of sheep" with the domineering aura that swept across the world.

"Dong!"

The first warlock who suffered was already covered in flames, was hit by an iron windmill, like a pocket full of blood plasma, shattered in an instant, and countless blood mists exploded in the air.

The iron windmill quickly rolled over, crushing the man into a ball of flesh and blood, and then rushing towards the second person.

Unfortunately, the second one is the mountain killer.

Daoshanke endured the pain of burning skin, held the door panel with both hands, with clear eyes and quick hands, and shoveled under the wheels of the iron windmill.

"The true body of the tiger evil, boundless huge force!"

Amid the roar, the heavy iron windmill was raised, and with a huge rush, he jumped high in the air and passed by the head of the mountain-killing guest.

The next moment, the iron windmill fell from the sky, pressing three or four warlocks under it, ramming and burning, causing tragic casualties immediately.

Master Yan had recovered at this moment and immediately raised his hand.

"Explore the ghost claw!"

The huge ghost claws stretched out of thin air grabbed the rapidly rotating iron windmill, and then a burst of white smoke rose, as if the car body was burning hot and red.

Master Yan exhaled slightly, grabbed the iron windmill and threw it back.

The iron windmill rolled in the air a few times, and the wind and fire were empty, and it was once again accumulating momentum.

At this time, the Shanks organized other warlocks and began to unite, no longer in the previous chaos.

The best phone call is over.

The iron windmill turned the front of the car and disappeared over the depression.

Master Yan was on guard for a long time and knew that he would be sure that Fang Dou would no longer take action. He gave up his order to count the casualties.

When he heard the result, Venerable Yan almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the casualties were even worse this time. Three members closed their eyes forever, two were seriously injured, three were slightly injured, and only two were intact.

Now only the fourteen people who came out of this trip are defeated.
Chapter completed!