On the ridge, the mosquito king's indifferent eyes looked down, and there was a hint of expression.

Cultivating to this level, its spiritual intelligence is far from being comparable to that of ordinary demon mosquitoes, and if it is purely based on its thinking ability, purple mosquitoes are almost no different from ordinary people.

It has the experience of blood instinct and its own growth, but it does not have the written word that has been passed down through the ages like human beings, and the knowledge written in words by countless predecessors.

It had experienced the last autumn hunt, and it knew all too much about human cunning: from the very beginning it understood that Thirteen Lang's goal was itself.

It's always been yourself!

It's just that it didn't expect that this human being, who didn't seem to be powerful, would have such a strong combat power, so many means, and be so long and long-lasting.

Under the consumption of endless demon mosquitoes, Mai Shaofei could no longer support it, and Thirteen Lang was still alive and well: except for being covered in blood and smoke, there was not even any sign of fatigue.

The more he fought, the more he fought, the more powerful he became, and the more he fought...... , the more powerful they become!

The king mosquito was puzzled and incomprehensible, and with what he knew about humans, this could not happen. The monks have an incomparable advantage in the battle of demon beasts, they have supernatural powers, magic weapons, and auxiliary means such as runic seal formations: each of them is extremely powerful, and each of them is extremely dangerous. However, they also have fatal weaknesses, one is that they are not united enough, and the other is that their mana is limited, and as long as it takes a while, even the strongest monks will become weak and become food.

The current situation completely overturns the view of the mosquito king about human beings, who are united in one mind, advance and retreat in an orderly manner and are not afraid of death, and more importantly, they have a strong man who is always high and never tired: and his goal is himself!

As the battle continued, especially with a few blue mosquitoes being killed, an unsettling atmosphere emerged among the mosquito colonies: it reached its peak when the flying ants appeared. The originally ignorant and fearless demon mosquito turned out to be scared, and even showed signs of collapse!

Those specious counterparts are more ferocious, more indifferent than the demon mosquitoes, and more obedient to orders. They have such a terrifying appearance, a hard shell that demon mosquitoes can't imagine possible, and a more diverse and powerful attack method.

Almost instinctively, the demon mosquitoes were terrified of these mutated kinds, and they couldn't understand that Weishenme's own mouthparts stabbed each other, and they could not die!

Some flying ants, ordinary demon mosquitoes can't even pierce their shells! In other words, they can't break the defense at all!

How can this be fought?

All creatures have emotions, and the magic mosquito is no exception, the difference is that their emotions are not easily revealed, and because of the coercion of the upper mosquito king, they ignore life and death and fear, and they seem to have no emotions.

Devil mosquitoes are given to units by population, and a mosquito king has absolute authority over the subordinates, but those blue mosquito kings are not all purple mosquito people, but have to obey because of strong suppression. Once the blue mosquito is dead, it wants to control millions of demon mosquitoes, which is simply a fantasy.

Unlike the magic mosquito, the flying ants always maintain a single-layer structure, and all flying ants are the children of a queen, a child who is raised by her own child, 100% obedient, and absolutely impossible to betray!

To put it mildly, even if Thirteen Lang gave the order, the flying ants would not make any unfavorable moves against the queen ant. This is instinct, there is no blood connection without any barriers, it is the way of heaven!

How can the devil mosquito compare with it?

"Gotta kill him! The mosquito king looked at the figure indifferently, and thought to himself.

If it has the heart of "Baidu set sail with Jiajia". ...,

"I'm going to do it sooner! Now I'm like this, you're alone...... Can it work?"

Mai Shaofei is worthy of being Mai Shaofei, while regulating pranayama mana, he can also find time to consult tactics. He was amazed by Jushiro's ability to continue fighting, but he was unimpressed by his tactics.

"Not just now. ”

While throwing the iron ball around, Shisanlang explained to Mai Shaofei that he was not afraid that he would misunderstand, but that he should understand his intentions so that he could be more cooperative.

"First of all, we have to wait for you to gather the people, otherwise, before you kill the mosquito king, these people are afraid that they will be dead, so how can they fight?"

Opened the way with explosive bombs, and there was a crowd of people around to cover him: occasionally one or two demon mosquitoes leaked by, and hundreds of the most powerful flying ants hovered around him, and there was no threat to him. Thirteen Lang divided by Shen Nian Jī Hair Bomb, there was nothing to do.

While Xu Tu recovered, he said: "Blue mosquitoes are not so easy to kill, if you start doing this, it only needs to transfer a few blue mosquitoes over, followed by a bunch of green mosquitoes, can you afford it?"

Mai Shaofei didn't know what to say, so he had to remain silent.

"It's different now, the Demon Mosquito Army is in turmoil, and those blue mosquitoes don't want to die easily. The most important thing is that the purple mosquito at this time cannot be defeated, and it can't even retreat. ”

With a sneer on his face, Shisanlang pointed at the country's jiashi, and said categorically: "As for whether I can do it, you will know later." ”

"Virtue!"

Mai Shaofei looked around, looked down at himself, looked up at Thirteen Lang, and became sad for no reason, and scolded loudly.

"Drag a fart! Believe it or not, the young master will resume his cultivation and beat you up!"

The battlefield is the most transformative of human temperament, it can turn a coward into a warrior, a lamb into a hungry wolf, and a humble gentleman into the most vulgar of high rollers. Because of this encounter, the quiet Thirteen Lang became unruly, and Mai Shaofei was even more gentle and elegant in the past, adding a sense of heroism.

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "It's useless to say that, I can strangle you with my fingers now." ”

"You try!"

Mai Shaofei was furious, and said angrily: "I want to be a young master of the Burning Spirit, how can I lose to you as a spy in the Spirit Domain!"

"Pretend, pretend!"

Thirteen Lang took the time to pat him on the shoulder, and his tone was slightly sarcastic: "Aren't you tired of intrigue all day long? ”

In such a situation, the truth could not be detected, Mai Shaofei completely extinguished his thoughts, and said with emotion: "Don't mess with you, in short, I will give you a word, no matter what kind of status you have, you are my brother." If you violate this oath, you will be destroyed by flying less!"

That's a big deal!

Monks are different from ordinary people, their vows are not something that can be made casually: at this moment, Mai Shaofei really put aside the body of Thirteen Lang and took the initiative to carry this burden. It's a pity that he doesn't know what kind of price he will pay in the future for this oath, and what kind of opportunities he will usher in.

After listening to Mai Shaofei's words, Shisanlang was silent for a long time before saying, "Let's talk about it if we survive." ”

In the face of the Purple Mosquito King who has never been in contact, even if Thirteen Lang still has hole cards, how can he be sure. The so-called man will conquer the sky, in fact, it is just a spiritual paralysis seeking confidence: maybe the next moment, the two of them will die at the same time and become the ration of hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes.

"I'm afraid of just a demon mosquito!"

The knot in his heart was fully resolved, and Young Master Mai was full of momentum, as if his whole body had been cultivated. He stretched out his right palm towards Thirteen Lang and said angrily: "Brothers are united, and their benefits are broken!"

"Don't regret it?" Thirteen Lang looked into Mai Shaofei's eyes and spoke quietly.

"Regret it!" Mai Shaofei was furious and said obscenities. ...,

"Smack!" on the battlefield where blood and fire were intertwined, the two palms clapped together in the accompaniment of roar and wailing.

"A lifetime of brothers!"

"Life and death are incompatible!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, one sincere and firm, the other cold with jīang, like an arrow piercing the clouds shooting straight into the endless sky: and like the thunder of the nine heavens, splitting through many obstacles, echoing throughout the battlefield.

The sound of the call sign was one after another, and the corresponding voices rang out, and the people looked at the two figures standing proudly on the back of the donkey, and cheered in unison.

"The soul of the burning soul lives on forever!"

At this moment, no matter what kind of person Thirteen Lang is, he is a member of the Burning Spirit Clan, and like Mai Shaofei, he is the hope of the Revival of the Burning Spirit Clan.

Forever, forever!

In the midst of jubilation, the hideous figure of the mosquito king gradually enlarged, as if in front of him!

Two hundred meters, the surrounding demon mosquitoes were already crazy, ignoring the impact of the explosion, and swooped down on the two of them in a desperate manner. Among them, nearly half of the blue-level mosquito kings have gathered, and there are countless gray-level mosquito kings: ordinary demon mosquitoes are even more overwhelming, and they are endless

At this time, the crowd in the rear could no longer keep up with them, and there were direct descendants of the purple mosquito in all directions. The rest of the blue mosquito kings did not join the battle group, they looked here with their own belongings, cold eyes, and a look of Jiashi who was quietly watching the changes.

This is the consequence of the previous slashing. If the three blue mosquitoes are not killed, these mosquito kings will inevitably be summoned together, and the resistance is unimaginable.

They have to wait and see whether the purple mosquito wins or loses, so as to decide their position.

There are more and more demon mosquitoes that pounce into the inner circle, and the level is getting higher and higher: the flying ants gradually lose sight of one or the other, and there are already demon mosquitoes attacking the big ash, and the donkey at this time is frightened, almost gritting its teeth and rushing towards the mosquito king. It has already scolded Thirteen Lang in its heart, but the arrow is on the bow, so it can't help but fight hard.

"It's too much, this guy is too much! After this time, what kind of god can't be mixed with him anymore, this is terrible!"

Seeing that it was difficult for the iron ball to open a passage for himself, Shisanlang stood up, waved his hand and took out a soul flag, and drank lightly in his mouth.

"Beat the drums!"

Mai Shaofei couldn't hold it back for a long time, and when he heard the words, he pushed his mana to the limit, and struck three times on the small drum with his fingers.

"Knock! knock!"

Three drums sounded, Thirteen Lang let out a clear roar, and his momentum cultivation was suddenly released! He no longer concealed his cultivation, no longer restrained his breath, and the majestic coercion suddenly dispersed, forming a roaring hurricane that swept in all directions.

At the heart of the hurricane, Jushiro's figure seemed to melt into the wind, making it difficult for the eye to detect. The hurricane swirled and crushed everything around it, and all the demon mosquitoes and the mosquito kings were wrenched into pieces.

Behind him, there was also an illusory figure, clinging to Thirteen Lang's body, like a raised shadow. Her eyes are a hundred times colder than the demon mosquito, and she has a resentment that people can't face, and ghosts also have to be frightened.

She was almost invisible, and even with Mai Shaofei's cultivation, it was difficult to detect her existence. And on the top of her head, there are two pigtails, like a pair of chili peppers facing the sky, and like two jumping flames, sucking people's hearts and souls.

A batch of iron balls exploded, and Thirteen Lang walked away like the wind, leaving a stunned Mai Shaofei behind him, completely at a loss.

"Yutan ......"

... PS: uh...... Corresponds to the chapter "The Beginning of the Faith" ....... ）

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