"Oh, I don't know what you're going to do, use your own efforts to save the warriors here?" said Moakley, raising an eyebrow.

He didn't mean to laugh at the other party's incompetence, because he had seen Xiao Wu have magic methods many times. Now, this appearance is definitely not a pretense, but a strategic confidence.

"Of course, I can't save myself alone. Besides, these people are not my colleagues. Why should I save them?" Xiao Wuyou shook his head and said.

This is a very light statement, but Xiao Wuyou and he will come out at this time. Aside from what he said before, it seems that the preface is inconsistent with the afterword. For a while, Mo Keli didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Xiao Wuyou's gourd.

"What do you mean by that?" Mokri said in a deep voice.

"It's not fun. Since it is Qi Xiong's genius, Qi Xiong will naturally save it. Hey, come out. Little Wuyou shouted while shaking his arm.

The sound of "huh, whew, whew" kept coming from the entrance on the third floor. Only thousands of monks poured into the third floor. Look, there are 700,000 people.

When the monks appeared, the twenty members of the night, the thirteen fataris, and one god (including Mowlet) all looked intently, their expressions pausing for a few seconds. Except for Moklai, they all laughed.

"Haha, little friendless, this is your way. Are these mobs your means? Haha, I'm so happy. Secretly clutched his stomach and laughed so hard that tears were about to fall.

This time, the 700,000 monks who entered the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana came from all over the world. Although there are many monks, in the eyes of the twenty generals, they are a rabble. The highest of them is only the peak of martial souls, and there are only 5,000 martial souls. The rest are the next monk's kung fu realm.

Such a combination, no matter how many people there are, has no effect in front of Wu Jun. Wu Jun couldn't deal with many people, especially those who were powerful. Looking at these 700,000 people is like looking at 700,000 mole ants. Although there are many mole ants, stepping on them is just a waste of time. Never worry about being killed by mole ants again.

Mock's eyebrows furrowed. It was a bit surprising that seventy thousand monks poured into the third layer, but these people were not threatening at all. Once his soul summoning skills are in play, he can kill thousands of people. He really didn't know why Xiao Wuwu had so much confidence in these people.

Xiao Wuyou doesn't care about laughter. He looked at the 17-year-old Wu Jun, who was fleeing, and then froze in the distance. He exclaimed, "Hey, those are your comrades." Have you saved any money?"

Seventeen people listened to Xiao Wuyou's question and looked at each other. They don't know what to say. Tang Kai, who was rescued by Xiao Wuyou, said: "Little brother, it's not that we don't want to save it, but we can't protect ourselves." ”

"I'll ask you, save money or save money, don't forget, you just said that as long as you save your life, you are willing to give everything. "Say it's small and worry-free.

Tang Kai said it himself. He's still alive now. The one who can help him is Xiao Wuyou. Although seventy-eight thousand robes and seventeen seriously wounded soldiers may not be able to save the situation, they can only say it themselves.

Tang Kaitie gritted his teeth and said, "My life was saved by Brother Xiao." Since Senior Brother Xiao thinks it would be useful to go to Tang Kai, I am willing to go to the soup to fight the fire. ”

It's hard to say, but it's a helpless move. There is no way. If they were alone, none of them, including the mortally wounded warrior king, would want to leave alive. But if they are together, maybe there will be a silver lining. Although there is little hope, there is hope.

Xiao Wuyou nodded, looked at the other 16 people with a smile and said, "What about you?"

Sixteen people looked at each other and said to Little Wuyou, "You listen to Little Brother." ”

"Okay, then, it depends on how far the seventeen of you can live, array!" shouted Little Wuyou. Seventy thousand monks, who had been standing in confusion at the entrance, began to line up in an orderly manner under one order.

The scene was right before their eyes. As Mok grows, his eyebrows get tighter and tighter. His fists were already crackling, and his breathing was getting shorter. He wasn't going to wait until Little Wuyou's plan was fully unfolded. Now he wants to go out and destroy the blocks that have formed.

Murian put his hand on Mo's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's going to be big." Only shrimp soldiers and crabs will be large. Do you think they can deal with us? We monks are not mortals. Strength is the key to success. ”

In the eyes of the dark mind, a large number of people are suitable only for ordinary people. For monks, success or failure is often the pinnacle of power. So this time, they are all military troops. None of them brought. This is because in these battles, the Wu army did not have any role. They can only gather intelligence and explore the road.

Murdoch's words are not wrong, it's just that he is too familiar with Little Friendless. This man will never make these 70,000 people enemies who die for no reason. Such a fight is only for the sake of these people to die, so it is better not to appear in the first place.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Mercury whispered.

The phalanx soon opened, and as soon as the phalanx was formed, Xiao Wuyou said a few words to the seventeen samurai. The seventeen samurai changed colors several times, and finally gritted their teeth, nodded desperately, and agreed to Xiao Wuyou's plan.

Seventeen generals were scattered in front of the seventeen large squares, just like the generals commanding the brigade, but he looked a bit like death.

Nineteen people watched it all with interest, but they didn't say anything. They don't really notice this clown-like behavior. They were more concerned about the more than seven hundred Martial Kings below who were seriously injured, because this was a task they had to complete.

The brigade has become the leader, and there are leaders. It still looks a bit like it. But the appearance of such a team in this "mortal place" may have a deterrent effect, but the appearance here is a kind of insult.

"Little Wuyou, is this your card?" Mokri said in a deep voice, with a hint of anger in his voice. "You're going to talk to me about these things that you have to die?!" Naive!"

At the end of the speech, he was a little angry. He didn't dare to underestimate Xiao Wuwu, but he couldn't see what kind of success it would bring him. This posturing only made him feel ashamed.

After getting angry, he felt deeply disappointed and lonely. MoCorrie waved her hand and said, "Well, it looks like I think too much of you. Waste is waste. Once I succeed, I'll go back to the way I was. Read it, then do it. ”

A self-righteous little friend is no longer worthy of the enemy. He didn't even have a big hope of fighting.

"Haha, seventy-eight thousand monks. In this way, the wasteland of the south will be completely destroyed. Reading step by step in the dark, his breath swelled to the extreme, looking at the square array, the bloodthirsty desire was constantly improving.

Thirteen monks of the Night Alliance walked in vain towards the phalanx. If there is a bloodthirsty murderous aura, they will flock to the 700,000 monks. If they want to destroy the souls of these monsters with their momentum, they will happily kill them.

At this moment, a sneer resounded through the sky.

"You scum of the Thirteen Nights Alliance, how dare you come nonsense in front of my son? Fighting spirit, get up!"

No one was found. In front of us an array of 17 squares, with an astonishing momentum gradually gathering, and the seventeen-year-old golden giant appeared in the sky with a terrible sound, like a god welcome to the earth, slow down, their golden armor flashed dazzling golden light, like the seventeen-year-old rising sun, near the earth, the body fell to the ground, like the movement of a mountain. It's powerful and shocking.

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