MTL - The Demonic Ancestor who Desired Supremacy-Chapter 29 Melee

Feng Qingpeng’s loud whistle, the golden-winged bird fell on the top of his head, and did not turn into a prototype, helping him. Within the defensive array, the battlefield is very narrow, which is not conducive to its power.

The current situation is not too bad, I believe that its big brother can get it alone.

"Sit steady, don't fall." Feng Qingpeng also cherishes his own bird. He is not willing to bother with his shots at the crucial moment, waving the square paintings and directly killing the monks who are enchanted.

Outside the tent, at this time, it has already fallen into a scuffle, and the light of various magic weapons lights up, killing and fighting each other. Everywhere you can see the binocular scarlet enchanted monks screaming at the people around them. They have lost their senses and have forgotten their former companions. There is only a desire to kill and destroy.

If Tiandao represents the cycle of life and death, and each other is born, and life is endless, then the magic path is to direct everything to the abyss of pain and eternal emptiness. Just like this universe, from the chaos, the world is divided, but after all the endless years, it is necessary to return to nothingness.

This is also a reincarnation.

Yin Lixiu was low, and the oil-paper umbrella holding the ink lotus stood in the back. Yang gray smoked and guarded him. He held a large curved knife with a beautiful curvature in his hands. The blade was bright and bright, and the face was engraved with two words "朔月".

Among the eighteen martial arts, his knife science is the best, and he likes to make this sword, but this is not the most powerful weapon of his lethality. In those days of the Netherworld, he not only upgraded the cultivation to the late Jindan, but also combined the Nether WISP to refine the new magic weapon and destroy the soul.

Yang Shiyan looked at the scuffle around him, and suddenly he was puzzled: "Is it so mad when I enter the devil? Why is it that the sea of ​​the magical repair seems normal?"

Yin Li sighed: "Some people are not pure evil, but because of their deeds, they will be crowned with the name of the demon in the right way. There is never a shortage of Zhang Guan Li Dai, blood spouting, filth, but only three people. Chenghu, there are so many people, even if you know the truth, you can protect yourself and keep your mouth shut."

Besides, some "magic repairs" are indeed unscrupulous, and have done a lot of harm to the world, even if there is no real madness, but it is also a sinful day, everyone can get it.

If the sea is lost, it is also a very few people.

His voice just fell, and there was a charming smile behind him: "The Sixth Highness is really my confidant. This is really what I said in my heart."

Yang ash smoked peach eyes, coldly watching when the ignorance appeared in the sea behind them lost: "Stay, not close!"

This woman is not only a perfect accomplishment of building a foundation, why can he pass his eyes and ears silently? If there is an abnormality, there will be a demon, let alone in such a chaotic environment. For the safety of the owner, Yang gray smoke is rather wrong, and he is not willing to let go of any suspicious person.

The sea lost, of course, noticed the killing of Yang Shiyan, stopped the approaching footsteps, and the explanation was slightly innocent: "You are really the guardian. Although I have no taboos, I will not take it for myself." So chaotic, I am afraid of being caught by the fish, so I will go to you to avoid it."

Although I can't see people, Yin has a lot of ghost protection and protection around him. It is true that security is equal.

Her words were soft, but the red boy in front of her did not relax her vigilance. In desperation, the sea lost had to turn to Yin Li: "The Sixth Highness, I am still useful to you, you have not found the Imperial Tomb."

Yin Liyi will not see the eccentricities of the lost sea, but in the current chaotic environment, he does not want to be extravagant. Although he did not know what the witch was trying to do, he at least determined one thing, and she was not malicious to them.

The biggest possibility is that this woman also wants to borrow their power to enter the Imperial Mausoleum. Then, before finding the entrance to the Imperial Tomb, she would never self-destruct the Great Wall.

Yin was off the shoulder of his little boy, and nodded slightly.

Yang Shiyan unwillingly shifted his gaze and looked at the still chaotic situation there.

Nearly two hundred Beifeng monks killed each other, and whether they entered the devil or did not enter the devil, they died a lot. If you are outside, you can't escape, but now they are in the defensive array, there is no way to escape.

Yang ash smokes the eye, has seen several monks in order to dodge the attack, accidentally escaped far away, suddenly disappeared, mysterious disappeared.

They are not dead, but they have left the safe zone and are trapped by the defense. These disappearing monks, who want to escape from the formation by their own power, are almost impossible.

There are also monks who have been wounded and bleed in battle. In addition to dealing with the mad attacks of the enchanted, they must be careful of the butterflies that are attacked. If you are accidentally wrapped in a large group of butterflies, it is sooner or later to be eaten alive.

Yang ash smoked the big machete in his hand and suddenly said: "Master, the guide of the cypress..."

When he didn't finish his words, he rushed out like a blast. Yin looked down to the direction of his departure, and saw a familiar person, the guide of the name of Panshan Fox.

I saw him a savvy little monk, in a group of Jin Dan Daxie's battlefield, wolfing around, but did not attack others. From his behavior, he did not lose his mind.

There was a hint of surprise in Yin’s eyes. He remembered very clearly that this person was also bitten by the magic insect and fell into a coma. Was it not controlled by the demons? This person can only repair the refining eight!

However, Panshan Fox is not a magic, it is a great news for them.

Yin stayed in the moment to understand why his own little boy would suddenly leave him and rush to save people. The life and death of this guide is crucial.

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Panshan Fox screamed at the battlefields of a group of Jindan and screaming, and did not dare to shout loudly to save his life. He was afraid of causing special attention from the enchanted person, and he was wiped out with a single blow.

But his good fortune will eventually come to an end. I don't know where to fly a sword. He smashed his thigh and splattered with blood.

"Ah, don't come over!" In front of the group of butterflies, like a wild dog smelling meat, a swarm of bees rushed over to him, and Panshan Fox showed a desperate look.

Is it really going to die here today, he... He still wants to go home and let the blind man have a baby.

Under fear, he couldn't help but close his eyes. Suddenly the collar was tight and the whole person flew out.

"Stupid standing and doing!"

Panshan Fox opened his eyes and saw that he was dragged by a teenager with a big scimitar. He swung left and right on the chaotic battlefield, and he gave birth to a path of survival.

"You are..." This young boy he knows is the male pet of His Royal Sixth Yin, who is usually soft and weak like a small white flower. He did not expect that there is such a high fighting power, and he can play in a group of Jin Dan. It’s really impossible for people to look at each other.

Escape from the dead, Panshan Fox grateful tears mad: "Thank you for the help of the little brother."

Yang gray smoke pulled his mouth: "Who is your little brother, don't chase."

Panshan Fox does not care about his dislike. In his capacity, he really does not deserve to be a brother and brother. He is willing to save him a life enough to make him grateful to Dade: "Oh my stinky mouth is grandfather, from After that, you are my grandfather!"

Yang ash: "..." From the brothers to the grandparents, this generation is fast enough.

Yang gray smoke dragged Panshan Fox, and all the way back to Yin away. After he left, Yin was not idle. He had already sent some ghosts to repair the dark guards to help seal the power of Qingpeng.

Seeing the blood flow on the thigh of Panshan Fox, Yin took out a bottle of medicinal herbs and handed it over. The gentle way: "You stop the blood first."

In a short sentence, Panshan Fox has a warmth in his heart. This kind of gratitude is different from the life-saving grace of Yang Caiyan. It is a feeling of being respected and cared for by the heart.

The Sixth King of the Western Yin, who lived with these poor people, has always been gentle, never crossed the shelf, and is completely different from the aristocratic monks of the Northern Kingdom.

The same is the superior, those who have given him a special reward for the North Seal monks, with a high morale. But the Sixth King of Yin Yin is different. He has never seen this kind of indifference and contempt in his eyes.

When he looked at them, his eyes were always flat. This made Panshan Fox always have a good impression on him. He even thought about it. If this time really leads the way, can he beg Lieutenant Xi Yin, and bring his big brother and son to the West Yin country.

For this wild hope buried in the bottom of his heart, he must do his utmost to help His Royal Sixth Yin.

This melee ended for two days. When the head of the last enchanted person was cut by Fang Qingpeng's Fang Tianhuan, this area was already corpse, and the blood that splattered attracted the dense butterfly.

There were about fifty or sixty monks who survived. The wounded and bleeding people propped up the defensive hood at the fastest speed, took the medicine on the medicine, and meditated.

The butterflies that smelled of blood stopped in the hood and looked quite shocking. This one looked beautiful, but it was a small king who was dying.

Yin is generous to each monk to divide a few pieces of Chinese spirit stone, to avoid their inability to support the defensive cover due to lack of aura.

If you can, who doesn't want to hold the hood 24 hours a day, this is definitely the safest. However, the defensive hood has to consume a lot of aura. Although the Jindan monks are not poor in the presence, there are dozens of Lingshi in their hands, but they can't afford such unconscious consumption.

These pieces of Yin Ling, which are separated from Yin, can be said to be charcoal in the snow.

Feng Qingpeng’s golden-winged bird on the top of his head, walked over with Fang Tian’s paintings: “We have been repairing for two more days, and we have to wait for the wounds to heal.”

Yin nodded and agreed: "Really, it’s not bad for these two or three days."

Yang Ash was originally listening to his host and talking with Feng Qingpeng. Suddenly, he was alert and turned his head to the big banyan tree on the side and took out the big scimitar.

"Who is there, get out!"

Under the big banyan tree, a sound of the sorrow was heard, but no one appeared for a long time. Yang Shiyan waved his hand, and two ghosts repaired the darkness and lurked in the past, and took out a green shirt with blood.

The man was dragged out by the ghosts, and he was already scared to sift through the screen and screamed.

"I... I am coming to see His Royal Highness Six Yin, and I have important information to tell him!"