On the island, Yan Xuankong was pacing back and forth with an ashen look on his face.
"Are they all dead, or are they all gone?"
"Impossible, such a short moment."
"Jin Bai, this kid just got a fiancée last month, I'm going to fuck him."
Yan Xuankong cursed fiercely. When the time came for the werewolf ruins, four people were spit out, and the other four disappeared. This not only surprised Ruan Fei who was watching the game, but also Yan Xuankong.
On the light yellow millstone, eight light spots are always on. Four of them have been moving slightly, while the other four are gathered together and have not moved for a long time. Until the moment when the time of the ruins ends, the light spots
It suddenly turned dark.
"God damn you, go to hell."
Looking at the increasingly dim relic millstone, Yan Xuankong roared to the sky, and the cicada-wing knife kept slashing out, splashing tiny wavy patterns, and the light yellow millstone made bursts of jingling sounds of gold and stone.
"Boss, stop cutting. The knife will break into pieces. People cannot be resurrected after death."
"What did you say?"
Yan Xuankong stared at Ruan Fei with red eyes, his anger rising to the sky.
"I mean Jin Bai and the others may have some special circumstances. What if they can come out next year, or they may have gone to the ruins of the Ying people."
Although he had adapted to Yan Xuankong's aura and pressure, Ruan Fei was also shocked and took two steps back. After taking a breath, he pointed in another direction.
"There is always hope."
"I'm going to see the ruins of the Ying people."
Yan Xuankong raised his knife and tried to move, but Ruan Fei grabbed him again.
"The time for the ruins of the Yingguo people has not yet come. If we go there, it will cause the other party to panic. If they bring over the great errand boy Yagyu Somoto, we will have to invite the old man again."
"Then just wait for two days. When the time is almost up, we will go over and won't give them a chance to invite people."
Yan Xuankong calmed down a little and forcibly suppressed his emotions. Fighting and ruins were all favorite places of the Yan family, and they had been so for generations.
Yan Jinbai just started to learn how to wave, but he didn't expect that the wave would disappear after the first wave. Yan Xuankong's heart ached. Not only Yan Jinbai, but also two training kings from Hushan were inside.
Every seed, the future relationship is likely to be as close as Ruan Fei and others and Yan Xuankong.
Looking at the Cicada Wing Knife, after it was forcibly chopped against the ruins millstone, signs of fragmentation began to appear, and Yan Xuankong's heart ached even more.
"What the hell is this bullshit?"
While Yan Xuankong was cursing, the four people in the ruins looked at the demon flower with pained faces. With the new ruins mark, everyone was no longer panicked. Mr. Guchuan, the leader, did a good job and went smoothly.
Harvest, one person does not have too much, and one person does not have too much.
Now everyone is having a headache with the demon flowers. It seems that because their attacks are not strong enough, the demon flowers are too lazy to pay attention to them and keep eating the corpses. Occasionally, when they get tired of it, they will use their roots and thighs to throw everyone away.
"My iron rod has been broken."
After a lot of knocking, all three iron rods that entered the ruins were made ancient. Xu Zhi was helpless. No wonder these senior cultivators from the Ying Kingdom had been struggling for so long. This demonic flower was indeed against the heavens.
Yan Jinbai was whipped. He slashed with the relic sword and cut off several roots of the demon flower. The demon flower was quite unhappy and rewarded him with a root on his thigh. The pain made him grin for a while.
"How about we use thermal weapons to deal with it? The flamethrower can still shoot twice."
Fire restrains plants. The method proposed by Gu Yuxi is the last resort for everyone. Everyone has been sparing their thermal weapons. After learning that the lizard man ruins had entered the home of ten high-level cultivators, the firearms were kept.
"Five of the ten high-level cultivators have died. We shouldn't be so unlucky to encounter another five."
"Then give it a try. We also have submachine guns, which can fire several bullets."
The flame snake spurted out, and the demon flower that was suddenly attacked let out a sharp scream. The roots stuck in the soil suddenly shrank, and it started running with small steps.
"It can still run quite well."
The speed of three meters per second is about the same as a normal person walking, but since the opponent is a plant, the speed is astonishing.
"with"
Unwilling to admit defeat, Yan Jinbai caught up with his sword, but the expected hardness like gold and stone did not come. His long sword slashed through it, and a scar nearly half a finger deep was cut on Yaohua's gourd body, and the green juice instantly
It spurted out.
"Its weak point is in its trunk. Quickly, chop it to death."
Yan Jinbai shouted, and then he drew his sword again. The demon flower let out a painful howl, and the green mucus on Hua Guduo's head swelled, swallowing all the smashed Ying Kingdom cultivators into its belly.
"Its weakness is that it cannot leave the ground. Once it takes root, its defense will be ridiculously high."
Xu Zhi shouted, slashing wildly with Nobi Kazuo's long sword. Nobi Kazuo's weapons were all relic weapons. Their quality was far inferior to the Guyue sword, but it was extremely durable in the relics. Chen Yingzhuo took the long sword and also attacked from a flank.
The Nobi family has a good family background, Nobi Kazuo is also highly cultivated, and it is normal for him to have better equipment than others.
"You might as well say that its weakness is that it is afraid of such high-temperature flames."
Gu Yuxi complained for a while, and decided to bring a flamethrower next time she entered the ruins. This thermal weapon was useless at long range, but it had too many uses at close range, and its damage was much more powerful than a submachine gun.
"Come on, come on, I will sing your praises" [Yingguo language]
"Mom, do you ever remember that you gave me that straw hat. I lost that straw hat a long time ago. It drifted and fell into the mist canyon. Oh, Mom, I want to know what happened to that old straw hat...
..." [Ying Guo folk lyrics]
Mr. Guchuan tied his hands behind his back and hummed a Yingguo folk song not far away, making a continuous chirping sound.
"It's so noisy, shut up."
Gu Yuxi yelled, and Mr. Guchuan immediately stopped talking, lay down, and buried his head in the soil. In the few minutes he was alone with Gu Yuxi, he almost experienced the most painful mental torture in his life.
"To kill or not to kill."
"kill."
"do not kill."
"Everyone in Ying must die."
"Yes, die, die, die."
…
Every time Gu Yuxi said something, the flamethrower hit Xiaofu Guchuan's head, and the trigger was pulled back and forth. Xiaofu Guchuan once thought that he was going to turn into a roast pig, especially when Gu Yuxi's eyes flashed with some kind of hatred.
The flames baffled Mr. Kokawa. He had never done anything bad, so why did this sister have such hatred?
Every sound was an endless torment for him, like Russian roulette, with horror, fear, and the inability to resist. All kinds of emotions kept flooding into his heart.
"Is that boy so obedient?"
"Oh, the flamethrower broke off the energy block and scared him a few times by repeatedly triggering it."
Gu Yuxi hummed and said, self-proclaimed Best Female Newcomer Award, she still has some acting skills, this kind of captive needs to be frightened before he will be obedient.
The demon flower, which was about to take root again, was hit by a second wave of flames, twisting its legs with half of the roots left. This time, it ran at a speed of one meter and five meters per second.