Chapter 239: Lost? Or did you overdo it?

"Ever since I became the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, you are the first human in the world to push me to this point." Mailer's calm voice was inaudible with no emotion.

Mailer no longer had any thoughts of staying after the destruction of the Land King, he knew that Wu Ming was not the kind of opponent he could despise, his combat power was at the same level as himself or even stronger than himself, so if he wanted to win, he had to remain as calm as possible, so he was calm now, which was the calm before the storm.

"Now only the King of the Sky is the best at heads-up." Wu Ming's puppet pointed his sword at the Sky King hovering around Melle, "Let's move on to the next round." ā€

"In that case." Mailer commands the King of the Sky to launch his feathers to attack Wu Ming.

"I wouldn't have been lazy if I had known." Wu Ming commanded No. 4 to cut off all the feathers with his sword, and he thought about giving the puppet the ability to fly after the battle with Wu Tiao Kiri-e, but he forgot because he was lazy, and now he encountered the matter of being used to fly a kite with air superiority, which made him depressed.

"It's now!" When No. 4 cut off the last feather, the King of the Sky suddenly rushed towards Wu Ming, but its target was not Wu Ming, but the line in Wu Ming's hand, and its two claws firmly grasped all the lines that Wu Ming had originally manipulated No. 4.

"I'm careless." Wu Ming originally thought that Mailer was going to deal with him, but he didn't expect that Mailer's goal would be these lines, and he was careless and let Mailer seize the opportunity.

"The most striking characteristic of a magic line puppeteer is that when manipulating dolls, they will use physical media to manipulate dolls like a novice." Mailer slowly read out the Templar Church's information about Wu Ming, "But it's not because you're not good at manipulating dolls, it's that the speed and power of dolls are beyond the limits of magical manipulation. ā€

"So you're trying to break these lines to weaken my combat power?" Wu Ming said with a sneer.

"This is," Mailer felt uneasy from Wu Ming's tone, and immediately ordered the Sky King to tear up the threads, but no matter how hard the Sky King tried, there were no signs of these threads appearing and then damaged.

"I'm sorry, but these threads are made of Olihakon, and you don't know what they are, but you just need to know that it's impossible to break them." Wu Ming suddenly showed a sinister smile, "And since you have sent it to the door by yourself, I can't say anything if I don't do something." ā€

As soon as Wu Ming's words fell, the line that was originally grabbed by the King of the Sky actually trapped the King of the Sky in turn, and then the sword of No. 4 stabbed into the shell of the King of the Sky smoothly, injecting magic power, the King of the Sky did not have the terrifying defensive power of the King of Land, so when the magic detonated, it was directly blown up to the point that there was no scum left.

"Damn." Seeing that the King of the Sky was destroyed, Mailer knew that he had been defeated, and immediately accelerated and flew away from the battlefield, but before he could fly a hundred meters, a black key pierced his heart, if it was usual, such an attack was just a skin wound for him, but now Wu Ming used the Demon Eye of Direct Death, so the twentieth ancestor of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, Mailer fell.

"Brother, you're really dragging the pace, Binghua's side has already been settled." Eve said lazily.

Just when Wu Ming was fighting against Mailer, the other Templar Church agents immediately left the battle area between Wu Ming and Mailer, although they were the elite of the burial agency, but this kind of ancestral battle was not something they could interfere in, but they were also reluctant to fight soy sauce, so they targeted Wu Ming's companions.

Because Bai Lu wants to make Wind Slash Binghua familiar with their own power, so these agents are handed over to Wind Slash Binghua to deal with, these agents are simply hellish deaths when facing ordinary magicians, but when facing Wind Slash Binghua, they are just lambs to be slaughtered, Wind Slash Binghua only used the power of Little Lori's form to level them all, because Wind Slash Binghua can exert the power of the national primary level even if it is only the form of Little Lori, which is enough to fight against all the dead apostles and some True Ancestors.

"This damn Templar, find a time to get it served." Wu Ming complained dissatisfiedly, now they are all sitting on an off-road vehicle, as for how the off-road vehicle came about, it is naturally Wu Ming's use of utopian embodiment to manifest, originally he wanted to manifest an airplane, but the structure of the aircraft is much more complex than the off-road vehicle, and it is extremely easy to make mistakes and collapse, so Wu Ming They can only run slowly on the ground.

"But, Dad, is it okay for us to go like this?" Wind Slash Binghua asked weakly.

"What's the matter?" Did you miss something? Wu Ming was a little worried.

"Because this car has been running for more than three hours."

"It's okay, my off-road vehicle is non-depleting, and as long as I continue to supply mana, it will never break, and the same goes for gasoline." Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, he was still very confident in his works.

"I'm not talking about that." Feng Slash Binghua shook his head, "We seem to be lost, Dad, you've been spinning around." ā€

Hearing this, Wu Ming immediately reacted, thinking about it carefully, he has been focusing on maintaining the storage of off-road vehicles since he embodied the off-road vehicle, and driving, he didn't think of his ability at all, and now it seems that he is just shaking around, without a clear destination.

"According to the information I know, Oult is in South America, and now we are in Panama, if we go south, it should be right." Bai Lu ti yƬ said.

"Well, yes, why didn't I think of that?" Wu Ming said and immediately turned to the south.

"I think brother, you're addicted to drag racing, so you've been spinning." Eve hit the nail on the head, she clearly knew that Wu Ming's action of driving just now was nothing to them, but for ordinary people, it was the level of extreme sports, and if it was a person with poor psychological endurance who sat in this car, it was estimated that he would have been scared out of heart disease.

"Don't worry about this kind of detail." Wu Ming was perfunctory and continued to drive.

"Boom!" Soon after, Wu Ming's car exploded like a bomb was stuffed into it, of course, it was not that Wu Ming's fantasy materialized that there was a mistake, but that someone attacked the car. Of course, this kind of attack was even more of an itch for Wu Ming, so they had already left the off-road vehicle in the moment before the attack.

"I'll take a look, uncle." The man who attacked Wu Ming and his party glanced at Alcatel, and then at Wu Ming, "How can this be, there is not a single beautiful boy." ā€

"Nima, my brother is so handsome and chic, you and I don't have zĆ i." Wu Ming looked at the man in front of him depressedly, the power of this goods, from the perspective of energy type, he is a true ancestor, and he is a national-level senior in terms of energy level alone, but Wu Ming guesses that he should have other hole cards, because Wu Ming's intuition can directly judge a person's actual combat energy, of course, this can only be done when the opponent's strength is far lower than his own.

"I'm only interested in beautiful boys, get out." This man's words made Wu Ming feel a chill, Nima, this product is BL.

"Wait, so it seems that you are the "True Ancestor, Powerful,, Wu Ming can only think of one person," the Eighth Ancestor of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the White Knight Fenner Brad Sfielding. ā€

"Looks like I'm pretty famous." The White Knight didn't look surprised that his identity was revealed.

"You're not very famous yourself, it's just that you have a bad taste that makes people have to remember you." Wu Ming felt the chrysanthemum tighten when he spoke, "Since you are here, then Alte Luqi is also there." ā€

"Isn't it Elquit?" At this time, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl walked over, saying that it was a little reluctant to walk, because she stepped out of more than ten meters with each step, but she did not use techniques such as shrinking the ground, and she completely relied on her super body to complete this kind of action, she was the black princess of the true ancestor, Alte Luqi.

"I want to ask why you're attacking us." Wu Ming said depressedly that although the embodiment of the off-road vehicle was just a matter of thought for him, it was still very depressing that his work was destroyed.

"I just felt the magic of the embodiment of fantasy, I thought it was Erquit, but now it doesn't seem to be." Elt Luki didn't mean to apologize.

"Don't just mess with other people's problems between your sisters." Wu Ming said helplessly.

"You're no one else." Erte Luqi walked up to Wu Ming, "Tell me quickly, why do you use fantasy to materialize, what is the relationship between you and Erquit." ā€

"I refuse to answer." What are you kidding, if she knows that she learned the embodiment of fantasy from Elquit, then maybe Elt Luki will immediately order the black and white knight plus the primate killer to catch her and study.