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I saw the cold-blooded killers in black who were so ferocious just now. They all threw away their weapons in fear. When they fell to the ground, they covered their ears in pain. Even the royal knights and samurai were inevitably affected.
The cold-blooded killers all fell to the ground in pain, exactly the same.
However, the first one to be hit was the witch cat lying on Zhang Jinguang's neck and biting him. When it bit Zhang Jinguang's throat with its extremely sharp teeth, Zhang Jinguang's throat suddenly emitted a strong vibration.
He forcefully knocked the witch cat away for more than ten meters before falling heavily on a large black stone. The force of the witch cat's missile actually smashed the stone, and the flying fragments flew several meters away.
Just fell down.
And this monster, which was inlaid with powerful magic by Gan Tong Rici'ao, suddenly turned into a ball of meat and fell to the ground like cow dung.
"Elf Magic Sound!"
Gan Tong Rici'ao Magic Constructor saw this and screamed unusually, but this did not allow him to think about it, how could these thousand-year-old jungle zombies have the legendary magic sound of elves? And his eardrums had already been affected by the magic sound.
The severe impact of the sound waves actually made him lose consciousness, his body was shaky, and he almost fell.
If he hadn't been the farthest away from Zhang Jinguang, he would have been knocked down painfully like the others.
He quickly took out two citrine crystals from the inner pocket of his clothes, and while chanting the incantation quickly, he kept rubbing the two citrine crystals. A miracle happened at this moment, beams of gorgeous light and shadow emitted from the two citrine crystals, and suddenly formed a
A powerful barrier that prevents the powerful sound waves of the elves from being harmed.
Citrine? Why would citrine crystals play such a big role in the hands of Gantong Rici'ao?
It can be seen that the ordinary wooden stick in the hand of Meiya's housekeeper, Uncle Gui, can actually fight with a sword. It turns out that the citrine crystal set on the wooden stick played a decisive role.
However, even though Gan Tong Rici'ao's magic constructor had citrine crystals and spells to resist the magical sound of the elves, he still felt a very powerful shock wave leaking out of the citrine crystal light and shadow and hitting him. And he was not prepared at first, nor
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jinguang, who was on the verge of death, would emit magical sounds. Just before he took out the citrus crystals and recited the incantation, he had obviously suffered considerable internal injuries.
Therefore, the cunning Gan Tong Rici'ao had to resort to thirty-six strategies, and under the cover of tea crystal light waves, he took the best strategy!
And Zhang Jinguang here made hysterical screams one after another, using up the last bit of his life's strength, but this strength was the most powerful. After all, it was the roar that broke out when his life was in danger. It was a combination of all his physical strength and energy.
Emitted by energy.
Just as Gan Tong Rici'ao was surprised, this sound was indeed inspired by the magic sound of smoke stored in Zhang Jinguang's body. This was also the reason why Zhang Jinguang's life was hanging by a thread when he was attacked by the magic sound emitted by the smoke spirit in the thousand-year jungle.
At the slightest moment, the thousand-year-old Qiankun Great Shifting Kung Fu was stimulated in his body, but the magic sound of the smoke spirit was sucked in, and stored deep in his brain's nervous system.
I think back then, those goblins were hit by the sound wave of the demonic sound of the elves, and they all bleed from their orifices and died in a moment. But at this time, everyone at the scene was in great pain, and there were also deaths.
Fortunately, Zhang Jinguang was forced to emit this elf magic sound. More importantly, he did not have the powerful ability to activate this kind of magic sound, so the elf magic sound he emitted only reached the first level of power.
But even the power of this level caused the seriously injured royal knights, warriors and cold-blooded killers in black to bleed from their orifices and die in a matter of seconds. Others who were still alive fell to the ground and opened their mouths.
With a big mouth and desperately covering his ears, he could only passively scream hysterically to minimize the attack of the demonic sound and his own fear and even pain.
Even Poison King Yikans was not spared. He immediately ignored the pain of other wounds on his body and rolled on the ground as if under a "tightening spell". He also screamed like everyone else, instinctively using this to reduce the fear in his heart.
and the powerful destructive power of the elf magic sound.
Slowly, slowly, Zhang Jinguang's hysterical voice began to weaken until it stopped.
"Hey! Why didn't I die?"
After Zhang Jinguang's brain was fully awake, he found that he was alive and well. The memory slowly came back, and he recalled in his heart: "I seemed to have been chopped by a cold-blooded killer with an axe, no! It was a monster that flew over me and tore me apart wildly.
Biting wildly, I was immediately covered in bruises, and soon it attacked my throat. Yes! The monster bit my throat desperately, and my throat trembled violently. After the trembling, it made an unusual and strange sound..."
"Strange sound?" He screamed and quickly looked around. The first thing he saw was the corpse of the killer who was shocked to death, as well as all the figures lying on the ground, and even the dead monster corpse more than ten meters away.
He murmured: "This strange sound? This... strange sound... Oh, it turns out it was the elf smoke and magic sound that saved my life!"
"Where is Bujin? Where is Bujin? And Snow Wolf? Poison King Yikansi! Are they all okay?" He suddenly thought of these people, and ran towards Bujin before he had time to check his injuries.
go.
When Zhang Jinguang stumbled over to Bu Jin, he just turned over and sat up. He found Zhang Jinguang standing in front of him and shouted happily: "Master! You are not dead?"
What are these words? If Zhang Jinguang is dead, can he still stand in front of him?
But Zhang Jinguang saw that Bu Jin's injury was not serious, so he grinned and said: "How can I die? Little thing, you are not dead! This is strange, it seems... it seems that when the monster bit my throat,
I actually made the same sound I made when I saved you in the thousand-year-old jungle to shock that monster to death, otherwise, I would really be dead!"
"Yes, obviously the sound I heard was exactly the same as the magic sound I heard last time, but I wasn't hurt as badly as last time. Why is that?" Bujin recalled the situation just now and wondered.
When Zhang Jinguang heard what he said, he quickly pulled Bu Jin up from the ground and said in disbelief: "Let me see, is it really not hurt?"
After Zhang Jinguang carefully inspected it, he found that Bu Jin really only suffered a slight scratch and was not seriously injured. Then he said to himself with confidence: "Has this little guy accepted my life breath and essence?"
How can he have such great resistance? Moreover, last time in the Thousand-Year Jungle, I accidentally emitted the magic sound and saved his life. Did he adapt to the vibration of the magic sound?"
Zhang Jinguang's words, although very soft, were heard clearly by Bu Jin, and he suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, yes! What you said makes sense. I have found that I have developed immunity to the magic sound in my body!"
"Immunity to the magic sound?" Zhang Jinguang was surprised that this little goblin was able to create new terms. Immunity to the magic sound is absolutely new!
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