Sometime and somewhere.

The terrible and desperate beast roar gradually weakened, and a dark cloud covered it in the low sky, and it began to enjoy a delicious meal.

A small swarm of mosquitoes numbering in the thousands was preyding, and they had paid a lot of money to hunt the ironclad beast, and it was time to feast and reap the fruits of the battle.

Among all the things that live in the land of dreams, there is no doubt that the demon mosquito is absolutely dominant, and the number is unimaginably large. However, this does not mean that every mosquito colony is alive and well, on the contrary, the vast majority of mosquito colonies are extremely difficult and must always be busy for survival, and there is no room for slackness.

Devil mosquitoes are not picky eaters, they hunt almost everything that is alive: however, other creatures are not content to die, and will always try to resist in any way possible. After 10,000 years of evolutionary changes, the demonic beasts living here have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting demon mosquitoes, which has brought them great damage.

At the same time, because of the autumn hunting, humans have helped them in disguise, so they have survived to this day.

The king of this group of demon mosquitoes is too weak and the population is too small to occupy the "rich land" with plenty of food. "You can only face more vicious opponents, and face more fierce battles. In the case of the ironclad beast, the demon mosquito paid the price of nearly half the population to kill it: if it was not a last resort, they would not and would not choose it as a hunting target.

However, because of this, once the Demon Mosquito decides to hunt its target, it will fight to the end with desperate tenacity and perseverance. They have the ability to fly at ultra-low altitudes, and for the monsters that can only run on the ground, it is almost impossible to escape once they encounter a demon mosquito attack;

It was all worth it, the ironclad beast couldn't escape the demon mosquito after all, and died with a wailing whimper. This ironclad beast is large enough for a colony of mosquitoes to eat for a long time: with it, the mosquito king can quickly give birth to more offspring, accumulate liliang for the continuation of the race, and strive to live longer.

The King of Mosquitoes was the first to enjoy the meal, plunging its sharp mouthparts into the Ironclad Beast's eyeballs, sucking the juice from the inside, and the Ironclad Beast's eye sockets quickly dried up, and the eye mask gradually collapsed, turning into two pits.

The surrounding demon mosquitoes surround their king, quietly waiting for him to eat and drink, without a trace of impatience and disobedience: the king enjoys the best part of the prey, which is the highest survival rule of the demon mosquito, like ants, which cannot be desecrated.

The Mosquito King pulled his mouthpiece out of the Ironclad's eye socket and whispered with excitement and satisfaction, and he came to the Ironclad's forehead, ready to devour its brain, and then handed the prey to his people, and worked on their shriveled belly like the Ironclad's eye sockets.

At this moment, the mosquito king's posture changed suddenly, and his gray and cold eyes showed a look of fear, as if he had discovered something. The surrounding demon mosquitoes also showed abnormal appearances, and they flapped their wings and flew into the air, staring at a certain place in unison.

The enemy is on the spot!

Demon mosquitoes are the most vigilant creatures, gathering together in the blink of an eye, and hissing in warning.

It was a much smaller cloud, half cut off in number, no more than two hundred. However, judging from the reaction of the demon mosquitoes, they seem to be facing the most dangerous enemy, and their screams actually reveal the smell of panic, almost blowing up the swarm.

It wasn't their own kind, it was a swarm of winged ants! The Devil Mosquito had never seen such a creature, had no experience of fighting it: a voice seemed to tell them that these specious "mutants" in front of them were unimaginably powerful, and had an endless desire to kill.

They also come for prey, and their targets are these newly victorious demon mosquitoes!

Without any pause or hesitation, the flying ants suddenly split into several strands as they approached the mosquito colony, ranging from a dozen or twenty per share. With a desperate ferocity on their bodies, they were like several black dragons, crashing into the mosquito swarm. ...,

They are faster, their eyes are colder, and their movements are more flexible: their attacks are varied, coordinated with each other, and even blocking each other. Their mouthparts are thicker, longer, and sharper, their claws are comparable to guillotines, and their armor is ...... , even stronger than the Iron Beast!

They are so vicious, so ruthless, and so cunning and resolute. They are real killers, real armies, and an army of killers who are proficient in the art of fighting!

The battle was brutal and desperate, and almost at the same time as the two armies faced each other, the Mosquito King knew that the end of his race had come. Every flying ant has no less strength than this one who is about to transform into a cyan mosquito king, and two hundred mosquito kings face a thousand ordinary demon mosquitoes, which is simply slaughtering!

What made the mosquito king even more desperate was that there were six flying ants attacking it, they were as fast as lightning, they retreated with one blow and never greedy, and before the mosquito king could send a counterattack, the flying ants on the other side pounced again, and then another, and then another...... ，

In the feeling of the mosquito king, it was not facing six flying ants, but sixty, six hundred, and even more. They didn't even suck the flesh and blood essence of the mosquito king, they just stabbed and flew away immediately, without a moment's pause, the ending was that the mosquito king didn't even have the ability to fight back once, it could only shake its head desperately, and its sharp mouthparts swayed from side to side, and it couldn't find any target to attack.

The Ironclad Beast's doom befell the Mosquito King, and compared to the flying ants that galloped but did not look chaotic at all, the Demon Mosquito's fighting skills were as ridiculous as a child's playing war, and neither the whole nor the individual were even qualified to carry shoes.

The battle was one-sided, with black shadows staggered in the air, gray shadows falling behind them, swishing flying sounds, popping mouthparts piercing into the body, desperate wails of demon mosquitoes, and nothing else. After only a few moments, the mosquito swarm was strangled: with a mournful cry from the mosquito king, two mouthparts stabbed it in the head at the same time, delivering a fatal blow. Its body was already full of holes, and the juice that had just been inhaled in its abdomen was flowing, but not a single flying ant was devouring it. It wasn't until the mosquito king died completely and the remnants of the demon mosquitoes scattered and fled that the flying ants stopped to clean up the battlefield and clean up the remnants.

Some of the mosquitoes run for their lives, some of the ants chase them, some of them collect the corpses: some of the ants fall to the ground and devour the weeds and even the dirt that have been stained with the body fluids of the mosquitoes. For them, wasting food is the most shameful thing to do, a damned atrocity.

They are not delicate demon mosquitoes, they have the strongest stomach and digestive ability. When they were in the Yin Yang Canyon, these flying ants could even swallow ores, not to mention that they were contaminated with delicious soil.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and by the time Thirteen Lang arrived here on a donkey, the battle was already over. Nature has finished a harmonious song and restored peace.

"It's still not possible without the help of the mosquito king, at most two hundred are commanded. Finding that a few flying ants had died, Thirteen Lang shook his head, a little dissatisfied.

"Greed is not enough! It's too much, it's too much!" the donkey kept slandering in his heart.

After releasing a few flying ants to patrol the surroundings, Shisanlang rested on the hillside for a while: it was not that he was tired, but that he felt that there was no need to hurry. In fact, both Mai Shaofei and he knew that when he set out from Burning Spirit Valley, it had been more than a month since he entered the Land of Dreams, and if something happened to the Sky Wolf Clan, it was not something he could save at all.

Finding a random stone to sit down, Thirteen Lang took out a few pieces of Demon Mosquito Crystal and rewarded Big Ash himself, while he looked at the flying ants who had returned victoriously and circled vigilantly around him, as if thinking about something.

The donkey doesn't have to act as a packer, and there are snacks that he loves and can bring benefits to the body, and his sad eyebrows and eyes suddenly unfolded, his mouth rattled and chewed, and he also made a few comfortable hums from time to time, expressing satisfaction with his current life. ...,

"It tastes good, it would be nice to get more. Big Ash said with some resentment.

Since getting these demon mosquito crystals, Big Ash's heart has been hanging this kind of extremely tasty "food" in his diary, and he has often expressed his dissatisfaction with Thirteen Lang. He thinks that Thirteen Lang is not doing his job, and he should make plans for the future and stock up on more food.

The toad jumped out at some point, and without saying a word, he poked out his long tongue, took out a piece of it from the big gray mouth, and swallowed it. Don't look at its body, which is less than one percent of the big ash, but its appetite is surprisingly big, and its temperament is far more domineering than that of the donkey, and there is a tendency for him to be bullied as a little brother.

"It's too much! You ugly and wicked guy with no grace is too much!"

was robbed of food, and Big Ash could only complain twice, trying his best to show his superiority that he could speak. It's a pity that the toad is not ashamed of his ugly appearance, ignoring his grievances and nagging, he jumped behind the big gray and dozed off.

Big Ash reluctantly came to Thirteen Lang's side, his huge head on his shoulder, and hissed twice.

"Weishenme, no one has come yet? Thirteen Lang touched his head, his eyes slightly worried.

Da Ash said solemnly: "The jade-faced god donkey Xiao Langjun is here, who dares to offend!"

With a snort, the two hundred flying ants turned around in unison and cast an unkind look at the donkey. This person's voice is a bit loud, and the volume is deliberately increased in order to highlight its heroism, which makes the flying ants a little disliked.

The donkey was startled, and quickly lowered its arrogant head, small, and said: "I think you are thinking wrong, junior brother, or these stupid ants are wrong, and no one is tracking them at all." ”

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "No, the flying ant's induction is a natural ability, I have done experiments many times, and I can't be wrong." ”

Da Facident was dissatisfied and unable to refute, gloating and saying: "If it is Goufen, the fun will be great." ”

Shisanro shook his head with a smile and said, "It won't be him, he can't predict that I will travel alone, and he can't keep waiting." ”

Big Gray said disdainfully: "That's not necessarily, maybe he doesn't like you, maybe he still has a companion, maybe he has a part......

Thirteen Lang raised his hand to stop his lust and said, "I've considered all of these, but they all don't make sense. And the vigilance of the flying ants has always been unsipated, which means that someone is indeed following me; ”

He said: "This should be some kind of magical spell or something, otherwise, with the detection ability of flying ants, there is no reason why it can't be discovered." ”

The big gray listened so boredly, and secretly thought that this is not that or that, and human beings know that it is really troublesome to ponder conspiracies.

It said: "After talking for a long time, it is nothing more than a meaning, and the senior brother of Weishenme doesn't think about it in turn, what does he want to do this?"

"Don't think about this question, Gou Xing wants to kill me first: but I am in the Burning Spirit Army, he has no chance to attack, or he doesn't dare to attack, so he can only leave first. Thirteen Lang affirmed

"The problem now is that I can only detect his tracking methods but I don't know how to break them, which is definitely not going to work. ”

"So, I'm going to create opportunities for him," he said. ”

PS: The plot of the battle of wits is not only tiring to write, but it can also be thankless...... Speechless and helpless, I asked everyone for some comfort......