"Junior sister, why bother with this little business?" Another person in the sky also fell down. He was a male monk, about thirty years old. He saw the actions of the woman in green robe, and he disagreed.
The woman in green robe said, "It's a simple task, there are many children among these people."
The male monk slipped his lips, as if he still felt it was meaningless, but he stayed in the end. If he left his junior sister here, he probably wouldn't have any idea of coming out alone with his junior sister in the future.
Just as the two of them were talking.
The terrible white storm has already blown.
Long Xiaoshan didn't leave either.
Because he became interested in the storm.
This time, in addition to asking Daluo Soul Sect to treat Ning Jie, he also has the meaning of experience.
After all, he does not lack elixirs or skills.
What is missing is the state of mind.
The strength increases too quickly. If there is no matching mood, the final result is likely to become a puppet of power, rather than a master who controls power.
The storm is coming.
Accompanied by the extremely shrill sound, the light shield supported by the woman in the green robe shook violently, like a tent pulled in the strong wind.
Long Xiaoshan sensed that the intensity of the wind was definitely greater than that of the super typhoons on the earth.
However, the intensity of the light shield is quite large.
No matter how strong the wind blows, it will not be broken, but those shrill wails can still penetrate, making people restless.
Of course, the light shield also blocks most of the power of the sound.
Seeing the green-robed woman resisting the "Crying of Death".
The burly man and others were extremely grateful and bowed to the ground: "Thank you for your help from the immortal master."
The cry of the God of Death is one of the most terrifying dangers in the Black Brass Desert.
When ordinary teams meet, they will almost end up being destroyed.
Except for the burly man who is a stubborn man, the others are not very strong. If there were no woman in green robe to rescue her, few people would probably survive.
The male cultivator sneered and said, "It's still early. The crying of the God of Death has just begun. It will take at least half an hour to end. The power will continue to increase later. The crying sound is a mental attack, not a protection array.
If you can't stop it, you will be confused and either die or be injured."
The entire team was in panic.
He begged: "Immortal Master, save us."
The woman in green robe comforted her, "I will do my best."
However, Long Xiaoshan walked to the light shield with interest, as if he was very interested in the wind. How did this strange and shrill sound come out, it actually had mental attack power.
Of course, for him, this mental attack was not taken seriously.
The male cultivator on the side saw that there was such an ignorant guy in the team, and everyone else was trembling. He was so good that he actually walked around casually because he was guarding his junior sister's formation talisman.
He snorted coldly: "Who are you?"
"He is not a member of our team, he is a passing man." The burly man was afraid that the male cultivator would take his anger and quickly explained.
"A passerby, since you want to see it so much, then go out and watch it. Why are you still here?" the male cultivator expelled coldly.
Long Xiaoshan ignored him.
The male cultivator's face darkened. He was a early stage monk in the Golden Pill. An ordinary person dared to ignore his words. He raised his hand and wanted to throw Long Xiaoshan out.
The woman in green robe said, "Senior brother, why do you have the same knowledge as Yifan? Come and help me."
Long Xiaoshan does not have any cultivation aura, and in their eyes they are indeed mortals.
The male cultivator snorted coldly and resisted the urge to take action now, but in his eyes, Long Xiaoshan was already dead. There were ten thousand ways to kill an ordinary person without knowing it.
Now that the junior sister is here, let this boy live for a while.
Woo woo woo woo
The cry of the God of Death is getting more and more violent.
There are many ordinary people in the team, even if they try hard to cover their ears, it is useless. Their mental attacks directly rush into their souls.
Something was obviously wrong with them.
Some young children could not stand it first and cried bitterly.
No matter how they coax it, they can't coax it.
Long Xiaoshan walked over and pointed at the crying children, and the children fell asleep quickly.
"Huh!"
The woman in green robe was a little surprised.
Mental attacks will not be blocked just because you fall asleep, but these children have indeed fallen asleep and there is no sign of pain or fear on their faces.
Dong.
Suddenly something hit the shield, and the shield shook violently.
Everyone looked up and saw a bat-like thing as big as a palm, lying on the shield, chewing desperately.
Although this thing is small, it is very ferocious, with sharp teeth and claws, and its head is three times the size of an ordinary bat.
"Soul Kit."
The faces of the woman in the green robe and the male cultivator changed drastically.
I heard the shrill sound of the thing.
Long Xiaoshan now understood the source of the cry of the God of Death, the howling sound containing spiritual attacks, was this little thing that made it come from.
Something interesting.
He hadn't seen such a strange monster.
He raised his hand and grabbed the thing in.
The male cultivator and the woman in green robe hurriedly said, "Let it go."
Long Xiaoshan was going to study how this thing could be put. He opened the sky eye, broke the head of the thing, observed his structure, and found that there seemed to be a black crystal core in the middle of the little thing's head.
He crushed its head and took out the thing.
I saw Long Xiaoshan killing this soul kite.
The male cultivator and the woman in green robe were both stiff, and then the two people's bodies trembled uncontrollably.
The male cultivator even yelled in anger: "You, you actually killed Hun Yuan, you brainless idiot, idiot."
Long Xiaoshan frowned and said lightly: "Can't you kill?"
"No, of course I can't kill you. Do you know that this thing is a group? Once you kill him, you will attract all the soul kites and bastards. I will kill you first."
The male cultivator was furious.
However, at this moment, a sharp cry came from the void that was much more violent than before.
Hurry!
In the sky, white light appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of white light swooped down, and it was a dense soul kite.
If you describe it, it is like a locust plague, making your scalp numb.
No wonder they couldn't see them. They were all above the clouds, but because Long Xiaoshan killed a soul kite, all of these soul kites came down.
Crackling!
Countless soul kites pounced on the shield.
He began to bite the shield, and the shrill howling sounded like a magical sound penetrated his mind.
In an instant, many people in the team bleed blood and screamed and fell to the ground.
The shield was in danger in an instant. Although these soul kites had insufficient combat power, they were too many, and the shield could not hold on.
Seeing this, the woman in the green robe knew that she could not escape. She sprayed out a long sword, a sword light swept over, and a large number of soul kites were split in half.