Ling Tiansu's heart felt a little heavy in his heart: "Before that, you must find a way to escape." ”

Wu Ying didn't speak again, his eyes calmly looked directly at the back of the old Taoist of the national teacher, and a pair of dark pupils seemed to be brewing a strong and crazy flame.

Ling Tiansu also fell into a brief silence.

During the battle with Wu Ying, the injuries suffered due to Su Yi's interference are being repaired at a slow speed.

The finger hole on the shoulder could have been repaired together, but in order not to attract the attention of the national teacher Demon Dao, Ling Tiansu did not deliberately treat the injury on the shoulder.

He followed behind the national teacher and took out five pieces of paste and applied it to the back of his charred hand that had been slashed by thunder.

This deliberate small action is naturally for the national teacher to see.

This kind of extra-skin injury is not worth the trouble of the national teacher and demon Dao at all.

But the national teacher, after all, underestimated him Ling Tiansu.

The cold aura he left in his body, although it could hinder the flow of Yuan Force in his body, as long as Ling Tiansu was given enough time, he could quietly dissolve this breath.

Just like at this moment, the golden seed seedlings in his body that had dried up due to the last battle were slowly recovering their vitality, absorbing the dense pure Yuan Power in the space of this ancient land.

In the ancient lands, there were many kinds of creatures.

Here, there are gods, people, ghosts, spirits, and countless ancient monsters.

Although there are countless opportunities here, a little shit luck can get you to the sky in one step.

But as you reach this point to the sky, there are also crises that you can't imagine.

Just like the three of Ling Tiansu, they went all the way to the west, and at this moment, they didn't know that they had broken into that realm, and they were surrounded by countless strange races.

They look like people in seven points, their skin is dark and shiny, they are covered in hair, their heels are in front, their toes are behind, and they hold a stick in their hands, and they look a bit like the inverted foot fairies in the mouths of storytellers.

They look at people and laugh, and the strange thing is that they are born with long and thick lips, and when they smile, their lips are turned over, covering their foreheads, and they can't even see their eyes and noses.

The black group surrounded Ling Tiansu and the three of them, and the wooden stick in their hands beat the ground fiercely, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Looking at them, their smiles almost burst to the back of their ears.

Ling Tiansu also learned their movements and grinned: "What kind of people are these, it turns out that the inhabitants of the ancient land are so hospitable?" With such a bright smile, he just walked a little dry, and went to find two sips of tea to drink. ”

The old national teacher's gray eyebrows trembled, and he did not speak.

Wu Ying glanced at him with slanted eyes, and said lightly: "They are Xiaoyang people, they like to eat people, before eating people, they all like to grin, not because they are hospitable, but in their eyes, you are no different from those delicious wild boars." ”

Ling Tiansu's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his heart was furious.

It's not enough to be remembered as rations by this national teacher, and now they are remembered as wild boars by such a group of strange Xiaoyang people.

In the midst of his anger, there was already a Xiaoyang mouthful, raised the wooden stick in his hand, jumped high, jumped over the old road of the national teacher, and knocked directly towards Ling Tiansu.

It is obvious that this Xiaoyang man is extremely smart, looking at the old Taoist of the country who looks like an old man, it is not delicious at first glance, and at first glance he takes a fancy to his fine skin and tender meat, crispy and delicious body.

The wooden stick, which is as slender as a bamboo pole, looks like it will break at any time, but the oncoming heavy and fierce wind is not weaker than the dark gold power of winter.

Ling Tiansu scolded his mother in his heart.

The national teacher's eyebrows sank slightly: "The things in this seat are also coveted by savages like you?"

The old man's lips twitched, and an invisible, powerful force burst out from the words on his lips.

The heavy wind above Ling Tiansu's head was suddenly disturbed and disrupted by a force, and the Xiaoyang man and the wooden stick in his hand directly exploded into countless blood foams.

Ling Tiansu frowned and took two steps back, avoiding the blood filth that was falling down.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

The tragic death of his companion not only failed to make the remaining Xiaoyang people timid, but only aroused their ferocity even more.

They screamed strangely, and the sticks slammed to the ground, making the earth tremble uncontrollably.

Swarms of black pressed swarms swarmed up.

Beneath the thick churned lips were grinning white teeth, snapping and biting at them.

The national teacher Lao Dao snorted coldly, he took a step forward, and the black and white Dao shoes gently stepped on the ground.

The moment the soles of his shoes touched the ground, Ling Tiansu only felt that his ears fell into a temporary state of deafness.

He looked down at his feet, only to see a round of silent and terrifying ripples, centered on the old way, spreading and scattering.

The black-pressed Xiaoyang people were overturned in groups, but all those who were overturned were twisted and their limbs and bones were twisted.

In less than a breath, the red broken bones directly broke through the flesh, and the whole person was like a crumpled puppet without breath, hideous and miserable.

To Ling Tiansu's surprise, this group of Xiaoyang people, who had thousands of people, died one after another.

They were still able to keep the madness on their faces, raised the wooden sticks in their hands, stepped on the corpses of their companions, and rushed up in madness.

for...... It's in front of you, these three food.

This group of Xiaoyang people is extremely strong in flesh, and the long hair on their bodies is their natural scale armor.

After losing hundreds of their companions, they relied on their companions' bodies to counteract the strength, and they still continued to surge forward.

The national teacher Lao Dao did not make another move this time, his body formed an invisible barrier, isolating everything, and the black and oppressive crowd covered his figure outside the barrier like a stacked mountain, and the wooden stick in his hand frantically hit the invisible barrier.

Ling Tiansu avoided a big bite, raised a kick and kicked him into the sky dozens of meters away.

Finally, I glanced in the direction of Wu Ying, and saw that he was still the same weak and calm appearance, and he didn't even move his eyebrows for a big bite that came and bit him his arm.

The Xiaoyang man who bit him looked hideous, tearing and biting frantically, but he couldn't tear off even a piece of meat.

This scene couldn't help but make Ling Tiansu feel frightened.

It is said that Wu Ying is good at physical cultivation and has a very strong physical body, but now when I see it, the rumors are true.

Wu Ying's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes looked coldly at the Xiaoyang man who was gnawing his arm.

On the other side of him, there was another Xiaoyang man who smashed his head with a wooden stick, wanting to directly smash him to death and then eat him.

His eyebrows flashed with a hint of disdain and impatience, and his right hand raised the sword, and the tip of the small sword that pierced through his arm flashed with a sharp cold light, and the blade of the sword flowed through the wooden stick and throat in his hand.

The stick snapped, and an extra line of blood came out of his throat.

The skull drops.

A pair of calm eyes looked at the Xiaoyang man unhappily: "Have you bitten enough?"

The Xiaoyang man was unmoved, and continued to bite insanely.

Wu Ying sneered, his palm moved again, and the sword blade swallowed the sword intent of the lore rune, and a pillar of sky-high blood penetrated his chest.

The man finally stopped, let out a screeching moan in his throat, and then slowly fell.

Solved the two of them casually, but there were more people, who were not afraid of life and death, and the wooden stick in his hand picked up round after round of Gangfeng, and smashed it on Wu Ying's back, shoulders, and head.

The dull popping sound was endless, and before Ling Tiansu could see what the other expressions were, Wu Ying had already been covered and drowned by the crowds of Xiaoyang people.

Ling Tiansu can't take care of him at the moment, there are too many people in Xiaoyang, and even he himself is too much to dop.

He flipped out of his palm, and Winter appeared in his palm.

The power of dark gold is fully unleashed!

A knife was swung out, but a whole hundred wooden sticks struck on his sword.

The heavy sword wind suddenly dissipated, and countless wooden sticks attacked wildly.

Ling Tiansu frowned secretly, if it weren't for the fact that his strength at the moment was disturbed by the cold aura left in his body by the old Taoist of the national teacher, which affected his normal performance, this knife would be enough to fly these hundred people out.

However, he has a deep understanding of the power of dark gold, and this group of Xiaoyang people can easily dissolve the power of dark gold, and the remnants of the ancient land are really terrifying!

The frost leaf followed, and the slender blade swung in a complete arc in the air.