"Snort!"

In a single swing, there shouldn't have been three 'hit something' sounds, but it did.

"What did I hit?"

There was no time for Mo Xie to think about this kind of problem, because the moment he hit 'something', the wind began to whimper.

"Whew-"

The sound of the wind means that the wind is faster than it used to be.

"Can't get it!"

Inexplicably convinced that he would die if he got it, Mo Xie tried to take a step, and in the darkness he was the root of the road idiot—the poor sense of direction didn't remind him of a terrible fact—there was a pit he had dug with his own hands nearby.

"Bah. ”

"Plop ——!"

Unsurprisingly, Lu Idiot Mo Ye fell directly into the pit with his feet empty, but although he couldn't use his mental power at this moment, even if he relied on this 'medium dragon clan' body alone, he would never fall into the pit like this.

The moment he stepped into the air, Mo Xie realized his situation, and in the moment before falling into the pit, instead of relying on the foot that did not step on the air to correct his balance, he kicked the ground fiercely.

He slammed himself into the pit.

"Woo——!"

The wind swept almost against his body.

"The crisis is over. ”

I don't know where this judgment came from, it seems to come from the instinct of the depths of the soul, and he will feel this way whenever Mo Xie is in a situation of death match.

It's an instinct to get a way out of the edge of a knife.

The wind passed, Mo Ye slowly crawled out of the pit that had become a little deeper by his own hard blow, although the current pit full of corpses and bones brought him a sense of crisis far less than the ghost wind that the outside world would hit again, but after all, this is a place where corpses and bones are piled up, and when he thought that he didn't know how many dry bones he had just crushed, Mo Ye felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Kiln ......"

The inexplicable sound continued, and after the wind started, this light sound seemed to have an increasing momentum, which made people extremely uneasy.

Mo Xie pressed the space bracelet to his forehead, almost pressed it into the flesh, closed his eyes tightly, and the spiritual power in his mind poured out.

"Drink!"

He was so hard that he cried out, and at the same time he felt the tip of his nose heat and knew that two nosebleeds had come down his nostrils without probing.

After his spiritual cultivation reached a certain level, he hadn't had a nosebleed for a long time when he was exerting his strength, and this time, Mo Ye seemed to have returned to the time when he had just turned on his spiritual power, and that time when he had to hold back his strength for a long time just to open a door lock.

"Peng!"

When the strength is weak, speed is the most important, and when the spiritual power is stretched and contracted, it is not enough to pay attention to what he took out of the bracelet space, Mo Ye just picked an object that was about the same size and pulled it out directly.

The weight hits the ground, and judging by the sound it is about a rectangle with rounded corners.

There are three things of this shape in Mo Xie's space bracelet:

(1) A small spare gasoline drum taken from a car that he had stolen away.

(2) The 'angel wings' after folding.

(3), the heavy firepower weapons that were previously exchanged to deal with the cultivators, some parts damaged due to overheating were stored in a box.

The sound of a heavy object falling is not mixed with the sound of metal colliding, then (3) can be ruled out.

"Angel Wings, activate!"

With a nosebleed, Mo Ye felt his brain dizzy for a while, this was the feeling of detachment, and he roared.

As a future technology, there is a voice-activated system in the 'Angel Wings', but this system has extremely high requirements for the user's speech, not the Mandarin that it can't understand, and it also has the problem of delay, so Mo Xie generally does not use the voice-activated system.

“……”

"Kiln ......"

The box that fell to the ground in the dark did not respond to Mo Xie's order, and it was obvious that either the 'Angel Wings' were broken, or Mo Xie had taken out another thing, in short, the wish to run away from the air could not be realized.

But it doesn't matter, as a spare oil drum filled with fuel, it can at least provide Mo Ye with some light in this night.

"I hope you don't drop the chain...... Kirin Arm!"

The dizziness in Mo Xie's eyes was slightly better, and he raised his right arm high, and then threw a punch at the approximate location of the box on the ground.

"Phew!"

This is just an ordinary punch, the unicorn arm doesn't seem to have bought Mo Ye's account, there is neither fire nor explosion special effects, and all the results it has caused are only a pair of fuel tanks.

The pungent smell wafts under the night sky.

“…… It's really shameless......"

Mo Xie scolded secretly, this arm was native to his own body, but now he is becoming more and more disobedient.

Complaining didn't solve the problem, and Mo Xie had to endure the dizziness and use the 'Fireball Technique' again.

A little spark bloomed in his right hand, followed by ......

"Boom!"

I don't know what the owner of the car usually prepared for the car, but the spark ignited the gasoline, and then the entire fuel tank exploded.

"it!"

Although Mo Xie flashed quickly, his right arm still became a 'torch'.

This high temperature can't make the Qilin arm feel anything strange at all, and this accident is not enough to make Mo Ye, who has seen a nuclear explosion, burst into a foul mouth, and the recent unexpected life has greatly exercised Mo Ye's nerves.

The firelight illuminates the 'mass grave', and everything hidden in the darkness is no longer visible.

Mo Ye saw everything.

"it!!"

Countless pitch-black, ant-looking insects crawl on the ground, and the sound of 'rustling' comes from the symphony of their limbs and feet to the ground.

They came from all directions, and the ground under Mo Xie's feet was the only isolated island in the black wave.

"Woo——!"

The firelight seemed to stimulate something, and a small part of the 'ants' all over the ground spread their wings and soared into the sky.

Where there is any wind, where there is a 'woo' wind, this is clearly the chorus of the fluttering wings of insects.

Mo Ye looked at the hideous mouthparts of these 'ants', and he suddenly thought of the corpses without a trace of flesh and blood in the 'mass grave'.

The firelight could illuminate only a limited location, and he couldn't see the hills in the distance, but he couldn't help but guess:

"Those can't be hives, right?"

Thinking of this, Mo Xie couldn't help but shudder.

"Puff puff ......!"

The light of the fire seemed to arouse the ferocity of the 'ants', and the insects that flew up from the ground flapped their wings and rushed into the fire one after the other, in groups. Most of them were aimed at the burning gasoline in the large puddles on the ground, but a small number of them were aimed at Mo Ye's burning right arm.

The sound of popping beans sounded in the fire, and Mo Ye waved his right arm vigorously to blast the 'flying ants' away, but this kung fu is really not good without the assistance of telekinesis, and the current Mo Ye of the realm of 'splashing water is difficult to enter' still has not reached, so it only took three or four breaths for two or three 'ants' to fall on him through the blockade.

"Sizzle......!"

An 'ant' that landed on Mo Xie's back bit him fiercely, and Mo Xie tried to slap him to death, but his hand could not reach his back, so he had to untie the clothes on his upper body with his left hand while waving his right arm continuously, and then whip his back with the clothes, and then beat his back with the clothes, and only after several times did he slap the insect off.

Looking back, Mo Xie saw that there was clearly a piece of flesh and blood in the insect's mouth.