"Thank you Ji Lao, indeed, the life of the frontier monk is the most important, don't thank you, in the future, where Ji Lao will be useful, this city lord will definitely go to the soup!"

Xiong Da said in a deep voice, and then his body flickered, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the sky in an instant.

Looking at Xiong Da's retreat, Ji Lao and Huoqian Shengzi looked at each other and smiled, sure enough, Xiong Da is easy to deceive, and he can make him obedient with a little emotional card.

It's just to deal with a batch of Roshan during the catastrophe period, how many things can be wasted?

But the favor in exchange is real.

......

Half an hour later.

Xiong Da and Ji Lao arrived, and the scene was even bloodier and more heroic than before.

These monks just want to clean up the battlefield, and if there are magic weapons and props that can be used, they will recover one or two, and if they meet the students on the way, they will immediately rescue them.

Because Roshan had been completely swept away by the city lord, they also let down their vigilance and searched for the monks' relics and wounded with all their might, without noticing that wisps of red mist had drifted into their noses.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late, his mind was occupied by the smell of Roshan, and his mind went crazy and began to kill each other, and he suffered heavy casualties in a moment.

Xiong Da was very angry, these Roshan were too good at exploiting loopholes, and in just such a short time, they came out again.

The exercises worked, and he shot with all his might, and the phantom of the gods and demons in the void smashed down, and the power of the primordial gods attacked wildly.

In a few breaths, the battlefield was swept away, and without the Roshan of the Mahayana period to stop it, the existence of these tribulation periods was not a united enemy, and they collapsed in an instant.

Ji Lao didn't make any great efforts, running exercises on the side, repeatedly scorching the remnants of the Roshan on the battlefield, and the disgusting pieces of meat emitted green smoke, quickly wilted, and turned into a puddle of pus.

"Why did these Roshan appear so quickly, in the old man's impression, Roshan should be a kind of monster that has no autonomous consciousness and acts on instinct, and the speed is very slow!"

The battlefield was swept away again, and Ji Lao asked with his free hand, he was also confused about the strange situation on the battlefield.

"I'm afraid it's because of the side effects of the black flame burning before, because of its blocking on the border, a large number of Roshan gathered at the edge of the flames, and now that the flames disappear, these Roshan will all come out. ”

Xiong Da said with a solemn expression.

"It looks like we won't be able to rest anytime soon. ”

Roshan repeatedly haunted the battlefield, most of the monks were killed and wounded, Xiong Da and Ji Lao did not dare to leave at will, they have been guarding the battlefield, as long as there is a little sign of Roshan haunting in the frontier, they will definitely kill each other at the first time.

"Lord Xiong, it's not a way to go on like this, we can't wait here all the time, most of the monks on the battlefield are killed and wounded now, they can't deal with the battlefield by relying on them, we need a force that can fight against Roshan, and ask for help from other cities." ”

Ji Lao said slowly, he also saw that as long as he and Xiong Dayi left, the Roshan in the depths of this frontier would inevitably run out and invade the monk's sanity.

Now the backbone of the third battlefield is almost washed in blood, and it is difficult to make a difference with the remaining manpower.

It is necessary to rely on new living forces to defend against Roshan.

"Damn, how many Roshan have gathered in the depths of this battlefield, I'm going to the fourth battlefield to ask for help, and I'm asking Lao Ji to guard one or two. ”

Xiong Da said very decisively, there are only two people on their side, but Roshan is thousands, they don't have a doppelganger technique, they can't do everything, in case a few Roshan comparable to the Mahayana period pop up, he and Ji Lao don't have the kung fu to pay attention to other Roshan.

I am afraid that there will be another massacre.

"It's a trivial matter, the Lord of Xiong City personally asks for help, they will definitely give this face. ”

Ji Lao said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

Xiong Da is quite grateful, obviously he is a friend of Pingshui, but people are helping him like this, and the monks of this Huolin Cave are really temperamental.

In the future, when the battlefield settles down, we must help the Holy Son of Huoqian to plan well, kill the other Holy Sons, and help him ascend to the throne.

Looking at Xiong Dayuan's figure, Ji Lao's expression instantly became indifferent, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

The city lord of the third battlefield is just a simple-minded, simple-minded person, he just uses a little trick to make him grateful, this tool man is very easy to use, I don't have to say, in the future, he will use this guy more handy.

"Ji Lao, what do you need me to do?"

A monk came down there and asked.

"Go, guard the battlefield, the old man has returned to the city, and if something happens, come back to call me." ”

Ji Lao's expression was cold, and he waved his hand impatiently.

He is the elder of Huolin Cave, and he is the protector of the Holy Son, and the respect of his identity is not even comparable to Xiong Da, these garbage monks actually dare to talk to him at will, if it weren't for the sake of Huolin hegemony, he would have slaughtered the other party a long time ago.

As for this third battlefield, Xiong Da is not here, there is no need for him to act like it anymore, the number of casualties of the monks below has nothing to do with him, as long as the situation on the battlefield can be stabilized.

"Yes!"

......

At the same time.

The Holy City, inside the Lord's Palace.

It has been completely transformed into a huge bathhouse, in which several figures are soaking, enjoying both physical and mental pleasure.

The table and map that were originally placed in the center of the main hall have long been gone at this moment, and since Li Xiaobai took the fly, Yang Guang didn't have to worry about anything at all.

It's good to do everything according to the big guy's arrangement, anyway, as long as you follow the big guy, no matter what difficulties you can solve.

He seized this opportunity, cultivated hard, and strived to be promoted to the Mahayana period.

"Li Gongzi, another bag of Huazi. ”

Yang Guang closed his eyes and said with a comfortable expression.

"A superb spirit stone. ”

Li Xiaobai's old god is here.

"Take a bath, keep the account first, and then settle it together. ”

Yang Guang said.

"Wang, give the second dog a pack too!"

"Giggles, the deity wants it too!"

"If you can, give the old man a bag too, and the spirit stone will be recorded in the account first. ”

After a few breaths, a group of people soaked in the bathhouse, swallowing clouds and spitting mist for a while, and their expressions enjoyed the extreme.

Soaking in a bath and smoking Huazi at the same time is definitely the happiest moment in life, and it is even more exciting than the moment when everyone steps into the path of cultivation.

"Li Gongzi, what is the basis for you to say that the third battlefield will come to ask for help?"

Yang Guang still couldn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Li Xiaobai's gourd, and asked in a daze.

"This is very simple, because I took away the black flame of the third battlefield, and now there is no flame on the third battlefield. ”

Li Xiaobai took a sip of Huazi and said lightly.

"Li Gongzi means ......"

Several monks were refreshed when they heard this, but they knew what the consequences would be after the flames disappeared, no wonder the old god Li Xiaobai was here these days, and he didn't panic at all, and his feelings were waiting here!