Seeing sparks rising all around, the flames flickered on and off, full of movement, calculating all kinds of unspeakable mysteries, and the mud under our feet had disappeared. The old mountain god had no expression on his face and stretched out his hands.
, to catch the two incoming bugs.
These insects are not ordinary flying insects. One is the Golden Silkworm Gu King, which has been kept warm in an urn for sixty years. The Han Gu King Luo Shiba has a unique secret method; the other is the Flame Mule Centipede Gu, which has been hidden deep in the sacrificial hall. It has been sucked for an unknown number of years.
Countless withered bones all over.
After the first turn, the fat bug became a semi-spirit. After the second turn, the fat bug was covered in dark golden threads. As soon as he rushed in front of the mountain god, he suddenly stopped the car, and the golden light shined brightly, like a scorching sun. Those dark golden lights
The transformed hairspring swam unconsciously, but it deeply stimulated the old man. With a flat push, he was just able to resist the momentum of the fat insect.
As for the fire baby, his whole body was red, and his formerly black body instantly changed color, as if he was preparing to burn the black figure in front of him into ashes.
It actually has this ability, because its heart fire, which is pure Yang, not only ignites the phosphorus in the bones, but can also burn the spirit body. This is why Duoduo has never been very fond of seeing the fire baby.
However, it was powerful, and the mountain god was even more powerful. It didn't fight with the two little brothers at all, it just held back their momentum with its palms bluffing, preventing these two little beasts from getting close to it.
There was a stalemate over there, but here I was in full swing. The beautiful boy who was about 1.4 meters tall, plus an even shorter hairy monkey, were my opponents at the moment. Fighting with these two clones, I suffered a bit.
Even if they stand normally, I have to bend my body. However, with the existence of the ghost sword, I am not afraid of anything. With the guidance of the sword technique, I can also learn many ways to use the sword. There are only three types of attacks, cutting, and
Cutting and stabbing, however, these three movements have evolved into all kinds of changes. During the dance, water cannot splash in, leaving no flaws.
Moreover, while the ghost sword was swirling around, there was also a faint power of suction coming from it. It was a natural restraint against hostile spirits.
My two opponents, one uses a fan and the other uses a stick. The beautiful young man uses the fan in a cool and unrestrained manner. He closes and opens the fan, and the fan flowers are constantly exposed. He looks beautiful, but he is very sinister; and the one is like the strange novel "Journey to the West"
The hairy monkey in the middle, however, used the stick with the same ferocity, constantly blowing up the wind and blasting in my ears. The stick slashed down from the head, and the body jumped up, carrying fierce power and all kinds of fierceness.
I fought with these two enemies, and although I had the upper hand for a while, my palms were numb and my steps were a little messy.
Zamao Xiaodao and I initially thought that the mountain monster in the wilderness was just a small character that could be easily captured. However, after this encounter, we realized that it was very difficult.
Since it has been called a god, there must be some means.
However, the more powerful the enemy's methods are, the more they arouse my desire to be strong. You know, since my escape trip at the end of November, I have been being chased away like a dog, running around for my own sake.
I am innocent and can be redressed in the future, but I can't kill the killer - I can only run away, not fight back. In such a constrained battle, I have already reached the extreme level of cowardice.
When people feel depressed, they naturally look for something to vent their frustrations, and what we have in front of us happens to be an evenly matched opponent.
How come such a good enemy makes me not excited?
Seeing the hairy monkey stabbing me with an iron rod again, I took advantage of the situation and retreated. My left hand took out the long-awaited vibrator from my arms, and it hit my head. This blue light flashed, let alone...
This hairy monkey, even the handsome young man holding a fan next to him, could not help but stagnate. At this moment, my heart was ecstatic, and I chanted the mantra loudly, saying: "Dart!"
Amidst the buzzing echo, I slashed with my sword, hitting the hairy monkey right in the head.
As mentioned before, this hairy monkey is extremely short. When it was slashed, the ghost sword glowed with indescribable ferocity. However, due to the angle, it did not hit the neck of the creature, but cut off a layer of scalp close to its head.
"bare--"
I was also a little anxious. This sword was sharp, but it could only cut off the scalp of this thing.
This thing is a spirit body, a clone of the mountain god, but under the skull that was cut open, white brains were actually revealed, pouring out like boiling water.
The furry monkey was so frightened that he didn't care to oppose me, and turned back and ran towards the main body, while the beautiful young man next to him held a fan and resisted my pursuit.
However, although this handsome boy held me, he didn't notice that a bright hand stretched out from beside him and grabbed the hairy monkey's head. The fingers had already penetrated into the skull. The owner of this hand was naturally the little demon.
She looked particularly relaxed when she was fighting with that pretty little lady, so when she saw that there was an advantage here, she immediately flashed her body, moved here, and mixed the brains of the hairy monkey into a ball.
If an ordinary physical object was disturbed by this, it would be dead. But after all, it is a spiritual body. In addition to continuing to let out ear-numbing screams from its mouth, it can also attack fiercely with a stick, trying to kill the little demon.
His head is like a ripe watermelon.
However, how could the little demon fall here? She slowly stretched out her hand and grabbed the stick that was using her last strength. Then she leaned over and sucked in all the milky white brains into her nostrils.
δΈ. Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but think of the scene when I first met the little demon, this little foxy girl who was clamoring to eat human flesh.
Some people usually look harmless, but when it comes to truly life-defining moments, they can show extreme cruelty.
The white brains of the hairy monkey were inhaled into the nose by the little demon Duoduo, and the sharp stick suddenly became extremely gentle. Without the support of spiritual power, it was like foam, light and without any threat. And this hairy monkey,
He also stopped struggling and stretched his limbs. After a while, his physical figure began to approach nothingness. A cold wind blew by, flying like catkins, and gradually disappeared into the air.
And at the moment when Maohou'er's soul was being sucked by the little demon, there was a rumble of thunder along with the shrill cry.
The sound was not caused by the miscellaneous hairy paths leading to thunder, but the powerful force that aroused the thunderous intention contained in the thunder punishment.
His opponent was a tall man with long legs, a bit taller than Yao Ming. Zamao Xiaodao competed with him, but he had no advantage at all, so he was delayed in the early stage. However, Zamao Xiaodao was not a willing person.
He was a soy sauce character, so after dealing with it carefully, he finally used his unique trick. Through the various complicated magic circles on the thunder punishment, he communicated the thunder's intention, and suddenly, the scene became extremely huge and hit the opponent's crotch directly.
Yes, you read it right, and I wrote it right. Based on this height comparison, Zamao Xiaodao thought it was very appropriate to stab this place with a sword.
Then, as we expected, when I looked back quickly, I saw the giant man kneeling on the ground with his lower body covered. The advantage of the condensed spirit body is that it has intuitive attack power that ordinary ghosts do not have.
However, due to visualization, they also had the same feelings as living beings. The pain made the giant man howl and reveal a mouthful of white teeth.
It kneeled down on the ground like a conditioned reflex, but Zamao Xiaodao was unambiguous, grinned, and then drew his sword and slashed.
The owl's head, his huge body crashed to the ground, and the thunder on the thunder punishment had frozen all the opponent's consciousness. A violent vibration occurred on the ground in front of the Zamao Trail, and then this huge spirit
The body, like the hairy monkey, disappeared into thin air. The hairy trail carried the giant man's head with eyes wide open, like an ancient chivalrous man who killed one person in ten steps.
The head did not die, but kept struggling, thinking about flying towards the mountain god Lao'er's place.
Zamao Xiaodao slowly thrust the lightning peach wood sword in his hand into the forehead of the head, like a hot dinner knife cutting butter.
Seeing his two clones being killed by the little demon and Zamao Xiaodao one after another, the mountain god old man roared to the sky, the beautiful young man who was fighting with me, and the pretty little lady who was chasing the little demon all turned back and headed towards
The two small insects in the air pounced on them. It would be better to cut off one of their fingers than to hurt them! The old mountain god actually had such thoughts. As soon as I thought about it, the fat insect immediately understood. It could feel the influence of the two objects behind it.
Threatened, he dodged, floated in the air, and retreated.
However, Huo Wa is a naive person. He is just a fledgling, so he is not afraid at all. The red light on his body becomes brighter and brighter. The beautiful boy's fan blows and hits Huo Wa. This fan is neither gold nor iron, and the black mist is thick.
The fire baby cannot be ignited, like a small ball, it is photographed without a trace.
There was really no shadow. Under the flames of the surrounding formations, I squinted my eyes, but I didn't see the fire baby being sucked into the mud.
So cruel! - Afterwards we searched for a long time before we rescued this incomprehensible thing from the grass.
Then the handsome young man and the pretty young lady jumped into the body of the old mountain god and merged into one.
The solemn aura from before swept out from its body again.
We had a fight and suffered a secret loss. This old mountain god even tried to talk nonsense with us, but Zamao Xiaodao and I didn't have the time to reason with it at all.
How could I hold back the anger in my heart? Me, Zamao Xiaodao and Xiaoyao rushed forward together, stabbing with two swords. Xiaoyao controlled the field, and the vines entangled them, but they all escaped again. This mountain god is powerful, only a few
Come down and knock us all away.
In the meantime, it gave Zamao Xiaodao a slap, and slapped it on his left arm. Suddenly, huge force surged, and Zamao Xiaodao flew back.
And it was at this time that I raised the big killer weapon in my arms: "Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
This large blue light shrouded the old mountain god on the spot, and his body froze, and finally a trace of panic appeared on his violent face. He moved to drill underground, but suddenly a white rope suddenly pulled him
His waist was tied up, and the miscellaneous hair path was about to crawl up, and the sword flew over.
This old mountain god is about to die.
Suddenly from behind us, an old cry came: "Save one under the sword!"