"Squeak!"

The moment the flying ants appeared, the cry of the fire bat suddenly changed, as if facing a great enemy, if encountering a natural enemy, like seeing a life-and-death enemy that would be difficult to resolve for generations.

And a hint of horror.

Tens of thousands of flying ants appeared at the same time, and their momentum was so loud that it was like a dark cloud rolling up on the flat ground. Black dots flickered in the air, strangulating and devouring the five fire bats in an instant, and then collided head-on with the hundreds of fire bats that had extinguished the demon souls, emitting bursts of roars.

Bats feed on insects, and theoretically these flying ants are one of their foods, but now they are hard enough, fierce enough and strong enough to be outnumbered, and the battle is on par.

The speed of the two sides is almost the same, and if you compare carefully, the fire bat still has the advantage and the individual strength is stronger, and every time it swoops, the big mouth full of sharp thorns opens and closes, and can always roll one or more flying ants into the mouth, bite into pieces and swallow them into the stomach. However, in the next moment, it didn't even have time to melt the corpse of the flying ants with the fire power in its body, and more flying ants pounced on its body, wings, and claws, and the same sharp fangs and sharp thorns cut and pulled horizontally, doing everything to the extreme.

Because they are not flesh and blood, they are destined not to give birth to true souls, so they should not possess too high a spirit.

It is this difference that makes the victory or defeat of this battle skewed in the direction of the flying ants; the fire bats seem to be swarming, but in fact they are always fighting alone, on the contrary, the queen ant has a quasi-sixth-level strength, and her already strong command ability is more prominent, and she can control the counterattack of almost every flying ant at the same time.

When it comes to the strength of divine thoughts, no one can compare with the insect mother queen, let alone human monks, even those demon spirits who specialize in divine thoughts as supernatural powers can't compare.

It's a talent, a talent that can't be imitated or captured.

A firebat pounces on the flying ants and has just caught its prey. The wings sinked suddenly, and three flying ants flew in a strange path to the sheath and belly of the wings, picking on the softest part and attacking fiercely. The fire bat screamed and fought back, and more flying ants pounced on the injured fire bat, joining the siege of the injured fire bat.

The tactics of flying ants are simple and clear, attack one and kill one, and never die. Don't ask what's going on around. With strict discipline, they disregard life and death, and even if they are bitten off by other fire bats, they will tear off a small piece of fire bat's skin from their mouths.

This is the ability and practice of the queen ant, frighteningly resolute.

The battle was fierce and decisive, with no way to retreat, no way to retreat, red threads whistling within the black clouds, letting out tearing screams, the black clouds like a monster that was constantly changing, humming like the shouts of thousands of people. Gathering and scattering, flying up and down, without a moment's pause.

Broken ant carcasses kept falling to the ground. At the same time, the number of red lines also rapidly decreased, and the speed was greatly reduced by the obstruction of the black clouds, giving Jusan Lang an opportunity to intervene.

"Definitely, definitely!"

Thirteen Lang had no extra way to interfere with this fight, but he did not hesitate to cast a fixed law on those slower fire bats, and he already hated it in his heart.

"Biluo, you can't pay off this account!"

Look at the flying ants that are raining down. The uncontrollable fury made Thirteen Lang's eyes red, and he couldn't wait to pull out the remnant soul and refine it on the spot. It doesn't matter what identity it is.

Feeling the anger and hatred of the thirteen langs, the proud true spirit hid in a corner and did not dare to speak, like a silent lamb.

"Enforce the five elements, three lives and six paths, four legs, four legs, you are really ruthless!"

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Fight yourself into the Demon Hunting Forest. To be precise, since his arrival, Thirteen Lang has been very cautious in the use of spirit disgusting ants, and he is easily reluctant to use them.

The queen ant is on the verge of advancement, and she knows with her toes that this is not the right time to urge her to give birth. In addition, there is also a process for the growth of flying ants, and these flying ants on the hand of Shisanlang have become a source of water, and one less one is dead, and it cannot be wasted at will.

In terms of strength, the Spirit Disgusting Ant has long exceeded the limit of its normal growth, and it can be said to be proud of any kind of demon insect of the same level. However, after all, it is only a worm, and it is a swarm, and it is destined to be limited by the way it fights until it breaks through again. In other words, if there are not enough of them, most of the time they can only serve as messengers and scouts, and they are of little use.

With Thirteen Lang's current net worth, even in the face of one or two ordinary Yuan Infants, he didn't need to use this big killing weapon, but the moment he saw those fire bats, he released all the flying ants without thinking, and he didn't dare to be idle, and at the same time used the strongest and most powerful auxiliary means.

There's only one reason, too fast!

It's hard to imagine that Thirteen Lang would be afraid of the enemy's speed, but that's the way it is, he didn't release the Great Ash or the Heavenly Heart Toad, and even the dumb aunt who was the body of the Ghost King didn't dare to use it. In the face of almost unsolvable speed, either use the extremely powerful range magic power to cover them, or use the same terrifying speed and more abundant flying ants to restrain them, and there is no third solution.

Born and raised in a place like Jinshan, if you ask for trouble with the most effective fire sea technique on weekdays, it would be just an ordinary flame, but they grew up around the four-legged ones that can be compared to the golden crow, and they can't be suppressed by the thirteen langs.

If the battlefield wasn't here, if Thirteen Lang didn't need to take care of the impact of the altar, he still had a way to use it, and that was the newly refined meridian jianzhen.

Even the space can be blocked, and even the teleportation path can be sealed, so naturally I am not afraid of how fast the other party is, but the meridian jianzhen also belongs to the formation, and it takes time and space to deploy the formation, once it has an impact on the suppression of the four-legged array, the consequences can not be predicted.

Biluo's jihua is to open a small gap in the formation, not only to prevent it from completely disintegrating, but also to touch the four-legged body, after achieving this goal, the thirteen lang, or Biluo, will turn the target of the attack to the four-legged, release it to absorb tens of thousands of years of flames, and at the same time take its soul source.

The key to the whole jihua lies in the formation, it can't be broken, and it can't be completely broken, because it has no intelligence, and naturally it can't talk about hatred.

The disgusting spirit ant, which was originally left by Thirteen Lang and used as a Jedi method for Zuihou's hole cards, has now lost nearly half of it in a blink of an eye, how can it not make him sad.

How can he not be hated!

"Kill!"

Finally, when the number of fire bats was reduced to an acceptable level, Shisanlang waved his hand and released the fat and dumb aunts who were the best at killing, and pounced on them himself.

"Ang!" the big gray roared in the beast ring.

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The addition of two people and one beast pushed the already inclined battle to the end, with flying ants interfering with the flight path of the fire bat, the fat long tongue and the long tail of the dumb aunt like two blockers hitting the moving target at close range, the accuracy and frequency made people desperate; compared with the two of them, the strongest Thirteen Lang had little real chance to make a move except for casting the word decision; because there was nowhere to vent his anger in his heart, he completely blocked the gradually shrinking battlefield with the forbidden ring, and cut off the possibility of escape for the fire bat.

To achieve this level, Thirteen Lang has paid a lot of mana, in fact, there is no need to build such a tight blockade, the fire bat knows that it is inevitable to be wiped out, but he refuses to take a step back, until Zuihou is divided.

In this battle, the tenacity and ferocity of the fire bat are perfectly interpreted, which is enough to make people admire.

"Dog mongrel!"

The battlefield is getting cleaner and cleaner, and Thirteen Lang casually grabbed a fire bat, watching it struggle and scream and bite in the palm of his hand, his eyes were not instantaneous.

The fire bat's attack ability is really outstanding, and these little things that are difficult to judge the level from the breath can tear open the body of Thirteen Lang and bite his strongest palm into blood.

It also misses...... When he missed, he couldn't bite the opponent and couldn't escape, and the fire bat struggled to bite the index finger of Shisanlang, but he broke his teeth and suddenly let out a miserable howl.

For it, this feeling is like stabbing a sharp knife into the heart of the person you hate the most, only to find that you are holding a piece of cake in your hand, even if you have no wisdom, you can't help but despair.

Thirteen Lang seemed to have lost his senses, staring at it and struggling in confinement, just not a killer.

If anyone else were here, they would be horrified by the violence contained in the gaze of Jussanro, who was like a machine dissecting himself, his cold eyes hiding the flames that had to be suppressed by gritting his teeth, watching, watching......

The fire bat gradually ceased to struggle, like a flame about to be extinguished, but instead of dissipating, it seeped into the blood of Thirteen Lang's wounds and melted into his body.

"Well, the four-legged statue has been sealed with flames for a long time, and these fire bats have turned into spirits because of their will, and this seat did not expect it. ”

Bi Luo felt the abnormality of Thirteen Lang, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "This seat is responsible for this matter, but it is not too strange, imagine that with the ability of four legs, how can there be no means of self-protection?"

Being able to make the true spirit admit his mistakes, this alone is enough for Thirteen Lang to be proud of. This also proves the other side of Biluo, whether it is doing things or cultivating, if you don't have the courage to reflect, it will be difficult to reach this level.

Thirteen Lang ignored it, watching the flame-like bat in his palm gradually fall silent, his eyes as cold as burning ice.

Biluo was a little angry and said, "What's the matter, isn't it just a few flying ants......?

"Jin Crow also has means of self-protection, right?" Thirteen Lang asked suddenly.

"What?"

Bi Luoluo fell, suddenly felt a trace of coldness, and said in a cold voice: "What do you want to do?"

"What I don't do, what can I do. Thirteen Lang closed his palms and slowly raised his head.

There was a throbbing in the body, as if something was about to be broken and a new side was about to be born.

"Will, Origin, True Spirit......" His gaze fell on the remaining statues, his expression was blank, and his mouth kept muttering to himself, as if he had lost his soul.

"What are you doing?" asked Biluohu.

"Spiritual Root...... What the hell is it?" asked Thirteen.

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