"Rush!"

Rushing through the calamity, charging forward after the calamity, the thousands of miles of mad spirits marched in a big way, and went straight to the core.

Thousands of people crossed the catastrophe, and the thunder prison became a pool, and the scene that made the northern and southern armies suffer was reproduced, and the effect was very different.

"Good fellow, what a battle!"

Luosang Gumu continued to move forward, and the three flying rainbows came first, and among them, the red-faced old man exclaimed in surprise, and then suddenly.

"Whoever thinks of it, no wonder this side can't bear it. ”

It is true that when you attack during the tribulation, you will bear a heavy burden on yourself, and the pressure on the other party will be even greater; no matter who you are, you can't do anything in the face of the catastrophe that you can't touch or provoke, and you can only dodge it, and you can only think of it. Robsang reinforcements pass through the space, infinite inside, but the point of entry and exit is fixed, unless they don't want to come out, they can't hide.

It seems that there is no solution, the red-faced old man sighed deeply, and he couldn't help but praise his opponent. So he turned his gaze to Chu Mad and shook his head again.

"It's not him. ”

Among the six clan bosses, Chu Mad is undoubtedly a peak powerhouse, but expanding the scope to the star field is nothing. Cultivation is secondary, and the key is power, influence, prestige, etc., in the eyes of the red-faced old man, Chu Mad has outstanding combat power at most, and he is just a general of the army.

Organizing thousands of monks who are close to the catastrophe together to carry out a mission that is almost certain to death, such an arm, the six major clans are powerless, even if they are willing, they can't find so many people who are just close to the catastrophe.

In this way, it is clear that there must be Huoyan backup and even the main force on the battlefield here, which is completely different from the situation that Luo Sang had predicted in advance. Its failure was a logical one, and it had to call for help with Star News.

This is also normal. It is inevitable that the confrontation between the armies will be unexpected, let alone such a huge battlefield as the star field. The war has been fought for a hundred years, and the Huo Yan monk has not been very good, perhaps in order to forbear and find an opportunity to make a fatal blow.

So, who will be the opponent?

For the handsome, do not fight for one place and one place, such a character, the long-term amount will be a problem for the henchmen, the sooner you know, the better. The red-faced old man looked around. Take a quick look at the battlefield and quickly notice the people who are particularly eye-catching.

Boss Su joined the logging army, and the thirteen doppelgangers were the most important in the way. The strength is not strong, and the means are not weird.

"It's not him. ”

The ghost king of the mad spirit ground roared, and when he looked at it, he felt that his heart was turbulent, and the realm was not not wonderful.

"It's not him. ”

The rest did not even have Nirvana. How can you have such qualifications and abilities?

As I pondered, I gradually approached the battlefield. The red-faced old man smiled casually: "I understand, intercept and delay here, the person in charge is a strong barbarian in the rear!"

In the end, I noticed that Thirteen Lang was not outstanding enough, and the giant sword of a thousand zhang slashed in all directions, and it was difficult not to attract attention. The reason why the red-faced old man didn't pay much attention to it at first was because of the realm, and the second was because of the monk's instinct. It is impossible to focus on people who specialize in the body, and when they appear, Jushiro is busy taking care of minor injuries. This was overlooked.

It wasn't until the other side was busy that Thirteen Lang entered the battle and cut four hundred-mile-long branches in a row, that the red-faced old man noticed this freak.

Even so, the red-faced old man still couldn't associate Thirteen Lang with the "organizer", but was shocked by his strange strength and indomitable momentum.

"What a killer!"

The superior loves talents, the red-faced old man opened his mouth and praised it, his expression did not show the passivity of the situation at all, and the monk in Tsing Yi next to him was as heavy as iron, and he couldn't help but remind.

"It's hard to provoke a thousand people to cross the catastrophe, Mo Zun"

"It's okay, let them come. ”

The red-faced old man waved his hand lightly, turned his head and clenched his fist at the woman on the other side, his attitude was much more polite than that of the monk in Tsing Yi.

"Trouble the fairy psychic divine wood, let them in. ”

"Let them in?" the woman was like a fairy, and she heard the words slightly.

"That's right, let them in. ”

The red-faced old man responded while waving his hand to release Dao Xuanguang, and the target was not the opponent, but Gu Mu!

Not only him, but the two people next to him also took action and cut off seven or eight branches with their own hands.

At this moment, the three of them noticed that as the catastrophe came, Brother Luosang approached with the ancient wood, and the mad spirit monks who rushed out before returned to defend one after another, concentrating on guarding the edge with all their strength, in fact, guarding those who had crossed the tribulation.

The guards do not guard the thunder, when there is a branch sweeping through the air, it is possible to meet the thunder, the mad monk will let it enter, so the guide zhì to cross the robbery of the cultivator is also not hesitant to be killed; in a moment, there have been more than a dozen with the branch and the thunder encounter, the guide zhì heavenly punishment.

It's still the same old way, but it works. It's a pity that the three people over there reacted very quickly, and immediately took action after noticing it, cutting off those branches that were entangled by the thunder.

The ancient wood has not yet entered the realm, and the other layer is not within the reach of the Heavenly Dao, so it is a wise move to give up the pawn to protect the handsome. Having said that, Luosang Gumu can't be compared with the white-haired monk, the vitality is endless, huge and incomparable, even if it is really targeted by the heavenly thunder, with the power of the habitat thunder to chop it to death, how many years or even decades?

"Habitat thunder, three thunders only need a moment, six thunders will be finished with incense, such a little time, they can't go far. ”

With a simple explanation, the red-faced old man waved his sleeves and said: "Let them in, whether they succeed or fail after the catastrophe, they will be the food of the ancient trees." During this period, even if there was a small plunder, destroying some branches of life, so many people and that treasure land, more than enough to make up for it. ”

The fairy frowned and said: "The other party is so calculating, he will definitely not die in vain, and there must be a backhand." I don't know why, but there was a special aura on the sword-wielding young man that made me uneasy. ”

The red-faced old man smiled and said, "What kind of backhand can destroy the Divine Tree, and do it under our noses." As for that child, didn't the fairy see that he had the power of Haoyang?"

"Haoyang Golden Crow True Fire!" Fairy Yuyue's expression changed slightly, and only then did she realize the source of her mental turmoil.

"A little breath is not enough to attract the Divine Tree. The monk in Tsing Yi looked contemptuous, and said solemnly: "If the fairy is not at ease, please trouble the psychic ancient wood, and this seat will be guarded with you." ”

When these words were spoken, the face of the fairy turned cold instantly.

Luo Sang Mu is good for practice. As long as they are not considered enemies. Dwelling close to the ancient trees of Lobsang is an opportunity that any monk dreams of, and the life alone can be enjoyed, but it is a pity that it is never easy to speak, and only accepts a woman.

It must be mentioned. It is rumored that Luosang Gumu and Jin Crow have never been one, and one black and one wood will never give in to each other, and after a long time, people naturally think that this kind of sacred wood can only accommodate one person or a family

That's interesting.

"You think, but unfortunately I didn't have that life. "Although they are companions, the fairy is not polite at all.

"This seat is also for the big picture"

"Don't fight. ”

Those who covet the sacred wood are not only Tsing Yi. Including the red-faced old man also yearns for the kind of "cultivation in the fairy liquid", in contrast, the greed that comes out of the Tsing Yi table is particularly annoying. It is clear that he wants to have both wealth and sex.

"There are fairies guarding the sacred tree, the world is invincible, even if there are some slight changes, the old man and your colleagues will not sit idly by, rest assured, nothing goes wrong. ”

Sound analysis. Helpless decision-making. The nun stared at her for a moment, and then resolutely said, "Okay!"

Saying yes, the female cultivator's body flashed twice, and instantly appeared on the branch above the ancient tree of Luosang, sitting cross-legged, like a lethargy.

The ensuing scene was beyond imagination, and the state of the Luosang ancient trees that had entered the realm changed greatly, and tens of thousands of branches fell to both sides. It looks like a wide river is open.

At the same time, the red-faced old man and the monk in Tsing Yi scattered in both directions. Rush to the exit.

Let them go, kill them, let them in is not the same as let them go, the mad spirit monk can hide near the mad spirit land, and if he shows up, he needs to be killed.

"Be careful not to be taken advantage of, and if you have the chance, please keep that sword-wielding boy alive. The old man did not forget to advise in the rush.

"It's a small thing. The Friar in Tsing Yi replied casually

"Oh my God!"

When the reinforcements came, Sang Mu retreated, and the pressure on the group cultivators of the Crazy Spirit Land decreased, and Chu Mad, who was the highest cultivator, observed the vital point for the first time, and his eyes were stunned at the sitting woman.

"One step in ten thousand miles, what kind of cultivation is this!"

"The cultivation of farts is a contract. ”

With a veto, Thirteen Lang's voice was slightly disappointed, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Except for the robbery monk, all the rest help urge and speed up!"

Thousands of people crossed the catastrophe, thundered and thundered, which could be called a surprise, but as a result, even one ten-thousandth of the goal could not be achieved; the other party simply wanted to let it go once, and the painstaking blow completely failed, and Thirteen Lang could not help but feel disappointed, and his heart sank.

Luo Sangmu was indeed too big, big enough to have enough strategic space to allow the mad monk to rush into it without hindrance, and it would be difficult to reach its torso as a result of the tribulation. Going deep into the hinterland without emptying, once there is no threat of heavenly punishment, the consequences can be imagined.

"I only heard that the white-faced thief is difficult, and I have never seen the red-faced old dog cunning, rush!" Unlike the other party who finally noticed him, Shisanlang first paid attention to the red-faced old man and scolded him for being courageless.

It's not okay to let the monks go and cut down, the two bigwigs on the opposite side are wandering, and ordinary people are sent to death when they come out, and the main force is also not good. There are only a few great powers in the Manchurian Spirit, and the crazy fat man can't say that he is wholeheartedly, if he is entangled and difficult to get rid of, the dragons will be leaderless, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this point, there is no reason and no way to retreat; now I can only hope that the speed of the army will be faster, and the monks will be a little more vigorous, and it is best that the nine thunders will not die.

In a dilemma, Thirteen Lang turned back to find King Agu.

"What's wrong?"

"It's hard to say. ”

His mouth was still chewing, and King Agu's voice sounded muffled and unusually dignified.

"There is no battle, the time available is limited, and the ghost Lingzhi has only grown to this level, and it is difficult to say whether it can suppress Luo Sang. Otherwise, I'll let go of the repression and let it go."

"No way!"

Categorically vetoing this mentions, Thirteen Lang said categorically: "I'd rather die than make it a disaster." I know how difficult this thing is, and I shouldn't raise a tiger to cause trouble, and I must not let my guard down. ”

In the same way, King Agu can't compare with the natural eating and growing speed of spirits, and in order to avoid the excessive growth of ghosts and spirits, King Agu must go ahead.

"Then you can only do your best. King Agu sighed and said helplessly.

"Don't be afraid, it's a big deal to turn the pot in advance. ”

Said viciously, glared fiercely, and Thirteen Lang touched the token in his arms, and his heart was apprehensive, and then he became resolute.

"If you don't even have the underworld, there's no need to keep it in the yang world!"

"Rush!"

Thousands of people drank together, thousands of people exerted their strength, and thousands of miles turned into meteors, rushing straight to the land full of green, a world full of vitality and murder.

(To be continued......)