Chapter 38: The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk in the Clay Pot
In this short moment, this prehistoric octopus can burst out with such a terrifying black fog. Feng Qingyang immediately did not hesitate, and directly used the perspective ability of the dragon pupil. However, in his eyes, there were countless black mist particles. Moreover, a feeling that was like a maggot on the tarsal bones filled his heart.
"It's not good, this black mist is poisonous!"
Feng Qingyang cursed, and hurriedly used his few true qi to force out the black mist toxin that invaded his body, and then, when he looked at Siye, where was there any trace of the black octopus with ten thousand hands and ten thousand eyes?
"Damn, did he run away? Unlikely, his strength should be running out, how could he escape?" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, since he had formed a bond, then he had no intention of letting the other party go.
If he didn't kill this black octopus with 10,000 hands and 10,000 eyes, deep down in his heart, he couldn't be at peace.
Now the powerhouse of the Treauren clan doesn't think about it.
After all, the 10,000-handed and 10,000-eyed black octopus is, in the final analysis, their common enemy.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, at this time, the black mist was permeated, on the one hand, he needed to use his few true qi to resist the invasion of the black mist, and on the other hand, he needed to consider his own strength. After all, the strength of his body is also very little, if he can't kill the 10,000-handed and 10,000-eyed black octopus, then, when he encounters other evil beasts, he will probably die.
That's not what I want to see.
"Where are you, sir? I can't see it. ”
Ghost Shrimp shouted.
"Huh, is that the little shrimp?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, and suddenly, his face changed, and he couldn't help but be alert: "Could it be that damn big octopus disguised as the sound of a ghost shrimp to confuse me?"
It was also at this time, after the black fog dissipated, what ancient tree people, what underwater dragon temples, what ancient wells, and what ghost shrimps were gone.
"That big octopus is gone?"
"Here?"
The wind was clear and unexpected, and not far away, there was a group of stone houses.
That's right, just a bunch.
In front of the stone houses, there are clay pots.
I don't know what kind of use it is.
Except for the stone house, there are those bottles and cans.
There's a lot more to that stuff than a stone house.
It looks like a beehive placed together.
In Feng Qingyang's mind, he almost subconsciously thought of the chilling ant nest.
He didn't think of a beehive.
It's an ant nest.
"Damn, why did this place suddenly change?"
"Could it be that when I was looking for that big octopus, I came somewhere else?"
"Or did I go into an eye of the sea?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, looked at the stone house clusters, and fell into deep thought.
"Something isn't right, what the hell is this place?"
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, still ready to take a look.
Otherwise, I don't know what to do.
So, the wind swept in front of the stone houses.
His gaze also involuntarily looked at those crockpots.
"What the hell is it?"
Feng Qingyang thought about it, and a domineering suction force surged out of his palm.
"Buzz!"
When he boarded, the crockpot flew in front of Feng Qingyang.
"Look inside, there's something in there. ”
Feng Qingyang was a decisive man, and he was about to lift the lid of the crockpot.
The moment it was revealed, a disgusting fishy smell burst out.
"What the hell?"
Feng Qingyang immediately used his dragon pupils to look at it, and found that it was actually a meat ball.
It's round, and there's an air of evil.
"Boom!"
Just when Feng Qingyang was a little surprised, the flesh ball squirmed, and suddenly, a human head poked out of it, the appearance was extremely vicious, the eyes were like sharp blades, and if he didn't say a word, he spewed a black mist towards Feng Qingyang.
"Black fog again?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, there was not much true qi left in his body.
He didn't want to go any further.
"By the way, the longevity fruit that the old turtle gave me, with that longevity fruit, not to mention the matter of Shouyuan, I will definitely be able to recover my vitality, otherwise, I will not be able to continue to use my own strength at all. Feng Qingyang only felt that his strength was constantly dissipating, and at this time, he also had to take into account the problem of resisting the black fog, so that he did not hesitate, and threw the longevity fruit directly into his mouth like a jelly bean.
In that instant, the longevity fruit turned into an extremely moving stream of heat, and collided with his limbs......
"True Qi has recovered...... It's a longevity fruit!"
Feng Qingyang was extremely satisfied with the miraculous effect of the longevity fruit.
"Hehe, little brute, you can even take out the longevity fruit?"
At this moment, the head of the person who spewed black mist said indifferently.
His voice, cold to the pinnacle, was like a demon from hell.
Feng Qingyang waved his hand and directly knocked the black mist away, and then, unhurriedly, looked at the hairless head, and said, "Who are you?"
"You don't need to ask the person who killed you. ”
Hearing this, the man said disdainfully.
"Just you, kill me?"
Feng Qingyang said disdainfully.
"Hehe, my thousand-handed demon monk killing you is like killing a chicken, isn't it?"
The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk said indifferently, and a cold aura was released domineeringly.
"Thousand-Handed Demon Monk?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang Liden smiled and said very calmly: "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it, but I feel that it should be you who died." ”
"Presumptuous, little brute, die!"
The Thousand-Handed Demon Monk immediately did not hesitate, and from the seemingly slimy mass of flesh, a thousand arms burst out from the ground, almost like a humanoid millipede, waving ten thousand arms, and it was bombarded towards Feng Qingyang.
"A thousand armies break the sun!"
The thousand-handed demon monk shouted angrily, and 10,000 fists were as hot as a star, and the bombardment was like a torrential rain.
"Hehe, is that all?"
Feng Qingyang's face remained unchanged, and he continued to bombard it.
"Boom, boom, boom......"
Their offensive was terrifying and earth-shattering.
One by one, the crockpots are also constantly exploding.
However, what is surprising is that there is no such existence as a thousand-handed demon monk in the other clay pots.
It seems that which crockpot and which crockpot Feng Qingyang takes, there will be a problem.
The wind was naturally aware of this.
"Could it be the big octopus who did it?"
Feng Qingyang thought of the 10,000-handed and 10,000-eyed black octopus that had used the pupil technique before......
"So this is actually the world projected by its eyes?"
Feng Qingyang felt incredible and didn't dare to underestimate it.
"Hurry up and leave, too late will change. ”
Feng Qingyang did not hesitate, and the snake bone spear in his hand swept away, which was to directly sweep away the more than 100 arms of the thousand-handed demon monk!