"Wind ......"

As soon as his body rushed out of the ant colony, the four-eyed old man saw a scene that shocked him.

He found that Thirteen Lang actually "floated"!

It is not a physical liliang that takes off, nor does it fly with spiritual power, but it really floats in the air. Drifting with the wind, taking advantage of the momentum, like a leaf with wisdom, and as if he himself was a wisp of fresh wind, floating above the old man's head.

Subsequently, the leaves turned into a 10,000-pound giant hammer, with both fists as the sharp, and went straight to the top door.

His fists surpassed the speed of the wind, and the anger and fierceness of those warm eyes seemed to ignite even the air. At this time, Thirteen Lang was surrounded by surging demonic energy, like a killing demon god.

Correspondingly, the situation of the elderly is really not good.

The light curtain like a silk mesh was not some kind of divine channel method, but was stimulated by treasures. After crushing countless boulders and killing countless flying ants, not only did the treasure itself run out of power, but the old man no longer had enough mana to support it. Compared with the several magic weapons that were sacrificed later, whether it was quality or power, the difference was incalculable. After only holding on for a moment, he had to withstand the attack of thousands of flying ants and rise into the sky.

The old man's chest was stained with blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his head was full of silver filaments scattered and decayed, like dead and decayed grass. The small drum was gone, and there was a layer of vicious ants attached to his body, constantly hurting him.

The number of these ants and insects is not many, and they know that their lives are coming to an end, so they attack in a martyrdom posture. What makes people even more desperate is that their spiritual power is as deadly as poison to them, but they have a willing attitude, like greedy and endless gluttony, desperately devouring everything they can devour.

Ants and insects die all the time, and the old man becomes weaker, older and more emaciated.

If there is no external interference, the old man may still have a chance to escape, although it is inevitable that he will fall and be difficult to treat, but he will not die immediately. If you can find the elixir, you may not be cured for a day. At this time, the people of Thirteen Lang have arrived, the fist is coming, and the killing machine is also locked.

The moment he saw Thirteen Lang perform his body technique, the old man realized that Thirteen Lang's body was actually an extremely rare hidden wind spirit root - absolutely one in ten thousand! However, at this time, he could no longer care about sighing at how good this physical body was, so he could only muster up his strength and wave his palms to greet him.

The dignified Jindan master, with the identity of a country's cultivation, actually fell into the end of hand-to-hand combat with people, where is miserable can be described.

At this time, the four-eyed old man only had two words left - sadness!

The desolation was followed by despair, and the next scene made the four-eyed old man almost lose his soul, and his mouth let out a sharp howl again.

"And ...... Thunder"

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With a body full of flying ants, the palms of the four eyes can be connected with the fist, and Shisanlang suddenly turned his fist into a finger, two fingers were crystal and two fingers were pitch black, and he alternately dotted three times on his right arm.

For the first time, a wisp of extremely pure spiritual power penetrated through his body, and the arms of the four eyes suddenly became red and swollen, and emitted a scorched one

Then, a trace of black qi invaded again, and the arm that contained the two wisps of Thirteen Lang's breath was completely empty, and the meridians were hideous, and as thick as a human leg.

zuihou, that wisp of electric light followed, and the spirit snake burrowed into the body of the four eyes.

At the same time, Shime's left palm also hit Shisanlang's shoulder, slapping him like a fan swatting a mosquito, sending him flying out.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Thirteen Lang's face became even more depressed, but his eyes were unusually bright, with a hint of mockery.

"This is the biggest bomb I can make, and you're so happy," he said. ”...,

The four-eyed old man's eyes showed horror, and before he could make a move, Thirteen Lang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted lightly: "Burst!"

A bang!

A strange picture appeared in the air, and in the middle was a brilliant red glow, composed of countless splatters of flesh and blood. There were black lines between the red rays, which were the corpses of flying ants from the explosion. What's even more amazing is that the entire explosion seems to occur at an extremely slow speed, and it is clearly visible.

The next moment, the flow of the picture suddenly accelerated, and more martyrdom sounded. The red rays turned into a ball of light, and countless radial lines flew around, like a dazzling sun.

"Ah......h

The smoke cleared, and the scenery gradually became clearer in sight. A mass of non-humanoid creatures rolled on the ground, screaming terrierly.

It wasn't a human anymore, half of his body was gone, and only a small half of his upper body remained, but his legs below remained intact. It looked like a crooked skeleton. His features were destroyed, and flying ants pounced on him from all directions, burrowing through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and scurrying through his torn body, devouring with great gulps.

What made Simu desperate the most was that he only discovered at this time that his Yuan Shen couldn't escape!

This kind of flying ant, as rumored, not only is it extremely disgusted with spiritual power, ignoring the divine thought scanning of ordinary monks, but it can also devour vitality and primordial spirits!

In fact, there are not many flying ants left at this time, and most of the explosion just now has been extinguished, and the old man can still struggle. Otherwise, with his current ability, he would be sucked into an empty shell in an instant. However, because of this, he had to endure more pain.

If the cultivation is still there, Simu can walk out safely, if the silk mesh is available, Simu can protect himself, and if he doesn't hurt his soul due to the broken sound of the drum, Simu can at least escape from the original spirit.

At this time, he has nothing, nothing to use, and there is no way to think about it.

Can't escape, can't leave, can only wail in despair.

"Kill me!"

With incomprehension and confusion in his heart, intertwined with remorse and despair, the four-eyed old man struggled, rolled, wailed, prayed......

And then die.

He didn't want to die, let alone die like this, but he had to endure the pain of being devoured by ten thousand insects and die slowly.

The wind was howling again, the aura was once again dominant, and the flying ants were gradually falling silent. Some of the flying ants were blown up in stiffness and scattered in the air, drifting far into all corners and disappearing.

There was only one skeleton left on the ground, because one of his left arms had dug deep into the ground, and it had not been blown away by the wind. Some flying ants cling to the bones, as if they have not yet cleared their grudges, and want to be with them for life and death until the cycle of birth and death.

There seemed to be a sigh in the air, swirling in the howling wind.

"Flying Wings......

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"Flying ants?"

Jusan Lang stood up from the ground, put his left hand on his right shoulder, thought for a moment, then shook his head, turned around and walked in the direction of Tinker Bell.

Behind him, a chubby toad didn't know where it came from, looked at it with its probe, and then pounced on it, looking around for the corpse of the flying ant, and devoured it.

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This chapter has a low number of words, mainly because the big chapter of "Homicide" ends right here, and it is more appropriate to break the palm, forgive me.

I inadvertently found out that it happened to be thirteen chapters!

Could it be that Thirteen Lang and Thirteen are destined? Anyway, I'm really thirteen o'clock......

Please vote for your recommendation, xiexie!

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