"Strange"

The silver whirlpool of wind flashed in a curved arc, and along the way, fragments of flesh flew out in all directions and fell into the water. More smaller, grass-insect fish sniffed the smell of blood and quickly pounced on it from all directions, devouring it all.

In terms of power and accuracy, Thirteen Lang was better than before, but at this time he was not happy, and even a little hesitant.

After walking less than ten miles in the swamp, he came across this swimming fish, which looked somewhat similar to loaches, and gradually appeared in schools or even in patches. The difference is that they are longer and thinner, skewed towards water snakes, with mouths full of fine fangs and outrageously hard scales, far beyond the reach of ordinary monsters.

They are gray in color, and their bodies are as if they have been greased, making them extremely slippery and difficult to catch. It has two side fins on its back, and has the ability to glide through the air and even change direction.

What's really terrifying is that they have a fierce temperament that ordinary monsters can't imagine, almost comparable to flying ants under the command of the queen. In the face of two strong fifth-level demon beasts with ancient bloodlines, these little things were fearless, ignoring the death of a large number of companions, and constantly attacking this strange team.

The ordinary gray fish is not enough, those parts that are about the length of chopsticks can already tear the fur of the big gray, and its bloodthirstiness is even more intimidating, whether it is the prey or the same kind, as long as the bleeding is bound to be torn into pieces by the surrounding gray fish and swallowed into the stomach, even the bones are not spared.

At the beginning, Big Ash and Chubby still had a playful and even welcoming attitude towards this kind of delicious meal delivered to the door. The two big stomachs let go of their minds, and while hurrying, they ate and drank the sea while being busy.

Soon they were not happy, and as a large number of grey fish were killed, puddles of grass were like windswept trees, and this disgusting creature came in all directions, and from a distance it seemed as if the whole swamp had been moved. All of them flocked to the point in the center.

The hissing sounds converged, giving the impression that thousands of ants were crawling and scratching on the skin, and the chill went straight into the marrow of the person.

Enemies of Shijie!

Walk in the swamp. That's the only feeling left. No matter how the two strange beasts killed, how they behaved fiercely and fiercely, or even unleashed the unique coercion of the fierce beasts, they couldn't make these little things stop. After more than 100 miles. One man and two beasts found themselves trapped in an ocean of gray fish, which could not be described by a drop in the ocean.

There is no way to heaven, and there is no door to the earth!

There is a long road ahead, if it continues according to the current situation, not to mention the big gray and the fat two, even if there are ten or twenty, the final result is only one, being divided. Then it was eaten.

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"No, let's go back, young master!"

At fifty miles, the big gray no longer hissed with joy, and at eighty miles, its eyes became solemn, ninety miles. Big Ash began to curse.

A hundred miles were approaching, and Da Ash simply pretended to surrender, and in a pleading tone, he begged Shisanlang to let him go, or simply put himself away, out of sight and out of mind.

Fat is stronger than Big Gray, and his long tongue still flashes in the air. Each sortie can always roll a few, or even more. However, even if its stomach leads to an alien planet, after eating it all the way, there will eventually be a time to eat full, and although the gray fish is delicious, it feels tired of eating too much, and seeing the eyes around it twinkle like stars, the Tianxin toad is worried for the first time that its appetite is too small, and it is ashamed of its own gradually exhausted physical energy, so angry and resentful.

It was Thirteen Lang himself who changed the situation, and found that the two beasts could no longer cope with the situation, so the Thirteenth Young Master made a brazen move, setting off a hurricane in the swamp that was more than ten zhang wide and roared for more than ten breaths. ...,

Natural disasters, definitely natural disasters, the surrounding waters hundreds of meters wide were emptied in an instant, the broken gray fish corpses were almost visible in the sky, and the ground was even fatter and messy, which can be described by words such as a sea of blood.

Only this time, a rough estimate of the number of gray fish killed by him is afraid of tens of thousands, if you weigh it, it is not tons and cannot be described.

High-level monks, to be precise, high-level monks who have mastered large-scale group attack spells, can be seen in the horror of their lethality. Imagine that in the Shijie of ordinary humans, this supernatural power alone is enough to change the outcome of a war of 100,000 people, and the reason why monks are regarded as immortals can also be corroborated.

After casting the spell, it brings two messages, one good and one bad, and the final result cannot be seen for the time being.

The bad thing is that there are more gray fish. The fog on the swamp is not thick, and the eyesight of one person and two beasts is far beyond what people can imagine, and the range that can be seen is not small. As far as the eye can see, the stars that continue to flicker in the aquatic plants are more than ten miles wide, and there is a growing trend.

There is also good news, the gray fish is not afraid of death or the coercion of the two strange beasts, but he is very afraid of the hurricane cast by Shisanlang, and the momentum of the forward pounce has been curbed, and it is no longer as crazy as before.

After thinking about it carefully, Shisanlang quickly found a reason, not that its supernatural power was too powerful, but that it contained a trace of the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation, and it was the Heavenly Power that made any creature tremble with fear.

The source of this judgment is Le Sheng, and the poor musician will be very prescient, hanging far behind Thirteen Lang, and began to pick up a lot of bargains, and then suffered a lot. His sea of fire was no worse than the Thirteen Lang's lethality against the gray fish, but it didn't deter him in the slightest, and he had to continue casting spells at this time, and he had to keep the shield intact, embarrassed and miserable.

In order to accurately estimate the opponent's ability, Shisanro tried it with his own hands, and it was actually a little difficult to catch without using mana.

You must know that this is the hand of Thirteen Lang who has the strength of martial spirits, and what kind of strong steel and other descriptions are simply underestimated, but it is conceivable that for those monks, there is no way to pass safely except for constantly consuming mana to kill them.

The question is, can you finish the kill?

Looking at the dense and countless figures around him, and the pair of cold and dead eyes without any emotion, although Thirteen Lang's expression remained unchanged, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, and a faint chill.

"If this is the test before going up the mountain, it will be too difficult. There's nothing in the way of it. If there's something more difficult to deal with, what are those students going to do?"

Le Sheng's strength is not to say the top, at least he can be ranked in the middle of the stream, and according to Thirteen Lang's estimates, this branch master will always be able to pass through the swamp, and he is afraid that he will also exhaust the mana and even the pill in his body, and he will no longer have the ability to deal with mutations. If the trip to Sumeru is difficult to do this. How could those people get by in the past?

"Is Sumeru itself changing, or is it intentional on the part of the old man?

I don't have a clue when I think about it. Thirteen Lang kept his vigilance against those extraordinarily brave gray fish, and his heart gradually became heavy.

"Other places must not be much better, I don't know how Yan Meng and them are. Can you handle it? ”

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden throbbing in his heart, and Thirteen Lang's eyes burst with essence, and he suddenly raised his head.

"Here we go again!"

A sharp whistle that seemed to tear the sky came from the direction of Mount Meru, it was the roar he had heard before he entered, the difference was that at this time he was in the formation, the anger in the hissing was even more obvious, as if it was ringing in his ears.

From such a distance, Shisanlang could feel the unyielding meaning of contempt for heaven and earth. My heart seemed to resonate with it, and I almost couldn't control my desire to roar wildly, and I would not stop until I completely vented the blockage in my chest. ...,

The sound did not last long, and as soon as it was released, rolling thunder rang out, like a mountain peak facing downward. Shengsheng rammed it into the earth, and unwillingly fell silent.

If you look closely, the thunderous sounds sound like dragon roars.

An ominous feeling swelled up in Thirteen Lang's heart again, as if something unpleasant was about to happen, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"What the hell is it? Could this be the so-called Divine Beast's Soul? Who can have the ability to subdue it, even the dean!"

Thirteen Lang couldn't accurately estimate the dean's cultivation, but this didn't prevent him from making a rough judgment about the thing that made the whistling sound, and in its opinion, although this thing seemed to be unable to continue, but judging from the momentum that exploded in an instant, it was almost comparable to the meerkat Luo Zhenjun.

Such a "thing", even if it is suppressed for 10,000 years, or even longer, where can a few students accept it?

It's!

The situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much, and after the voice sounded, the gray fish around him seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly became violent, from the ground to the air two meters high, the overwhelming gray figure shuttled in, and pounced on him in a desperate manner.

"Oh my God!

The big gray screamed, and without the command of Thirteen Lang, he spit out the Kui Shen Drum, staggered his hooves, and beat three times in a row.

"Knock, poof!"

Within 100 meters of the surrounding area, a neat rain composed of fish fell, and the Kui Shen Drum was broken by a blow from the ashes, and it smashed through a big hole.

"Fuck me!"

Thirteen Lang was furious, snatched the Kui Shen Drum from the big gray mouth and checked it, and then found that it was smaller than before, and it looked thin and dull, as if it were ......

"You...... You take it...... Digested!"

The big gray nodded innocently, his eyes were pitiful and a little proud and greedy, clearly saying: "It's rotten anyway, just reward me." ”

"You can eat this, it's a magic weapon!"

Thirteen Lang was dumbfounded, and the shock caused by that sound was diluted a lot. Looking at the big gray who grinned widely, and then looked at the Kui Shengu who also grinned, I really didn't know what to say.

"Can it help?"

The sound of the drum and the roar of the dragon sounded at the same time, and he couldn't tell if the big gray had received the benefits of the evolution of the supernatural powers, judging from his expression, it seemed that the loss was not too much.

Big Ash nodded hurriedly, saying that Thirteen Lang was not paying attention, and took the rotten drum back and swallowed it in his stomach. Now it's okay, it is estimated that he is also dead and will not spit it out again.

"Forget it, if it's gone, it's gone. Thirteen Lang sighed a few times and had no choice but to give up, and said indignantly: "Do a little more effort, or you will pick your skin and make a new one." ”

"Quack, quack!" Fat immediately agreed, very despised by Da Gray's despicable behavior.

As he was saying this, he suddenly heard the sound of Le Sheng crying and shouting behind him, like an innocent girl who was stripped naked, but there were more than a dozen big men in front of her.

"Senior Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, Thirteenth Young Master...... Help!"

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