How would it feel if there was a big squid hovering over your head? Frightened, afraid? Or hysterical screaming madness? Or maybe it's standing still? Although it is not complete, the reaction of ordinary people is probably like this. But Yang Xiaohai has been out of the normal category since the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus.

So what the ancestor said, he basically didn't understand it. Instead, his lips and teeth opened slightly, and a trace of crystal liquid flowed down his mouth: "What a big squid!" "The old otaku is really greedy. For more than two years, although the aquatic products continued, most of them were from the river. Octopus, that's authentic seafood. Yang Xiaohai drooled stupidly, and even heard the iconic "zizi" sound of the iron plate squid.

"Hum ......" Suddenly, a palpitating unknown coercion fell from the sky. It is obviously a momentum without substance, but the branches and leaves of the crooked neck and old willow on the shore are drooping. The old otaku who reminisced about the food was very simple: first he knelt straight and straight, and then he fell on the concrete floor.

"Ants will eventually return to dust, and the lowly do not deserve to have thoughts. Although the old man has not been bloody for thousands of years, he has touched the precept today, and he simply kills them together, which can be regarded as the virtue of the old man's cultivation of true nature. ”

Dare to be affectionate, the ancestor confused the mutant with Yang Xiaohai. Ironically, even killing is considered a reward and mercy.

The old man's voice rolled like spring thunder, a little louder than the black pupil declaration a few days ago. But whether it was the nearby mercenary bunker or the guard facilities in the distance, they should be silent and unresponsive.

The ancestor did not doubt it. Under the class coercion unleashed by the cultivators, the creatures of the secular world should already tremble and be powerless to resist. Just like the frog chosen by the poisonous snake, even if it is swallowed alive, it is a predetermined destiny. Seeing Yang Xiaohai lying on the ground, the ancestor waved lightly in the dust, and a purple ball lightning flickered out of thin air, and then fell towards Yang Xiaohai lightly.

Occasionally, ball lightning is born in nature, and those who touch it are all shocked. What's more, death from heart palsy abounds. This one of the ancestors is even more powerful, called "Purple Emperor Heavenly Thunder", which is actually a high-level spell that can only be driven by Yuan Infant cultivators. It can be one or ten thousand. Those with profound mana can drive this thunderball to cover the sky and the sun, which is really a powerful killing move. Now there is only one, and Yang Xiaohai is really regarded as a dead thing.

The purple thunderball seemed to be slow and fast, and it fell to the ground in less than a second. There was a soft "poof" sound, and there was a circular scorch on the concrete floor.

"Huh?" The Old Ancestor stood on the octopus' bare head and blinked in confusion. Yang Xiaohai was still lying on the ground honestly.

"Isn't it wrong?" The slightly fishy wind by the river blew the white eyebrows, the ancestor waved the dust, and two round "Purple Emperor Heavenly Thunder" floated down. This time, the ancestor paid attention.

He watched two thunderballs. There is nothing wrong with the process of flying, but after two "poof" sounds, although the old otaku is still dead, he is neither anxious nor confused. That's not normal. The ancestor continued to urge the inexplicable coercion, sweeping the dust and sweeping it away. As a result, Lang Lang Qiankun changed color, and there were hundreds of thunderballs out of nothing, hanging in the sky in unison. "Crackling" flashed in a row, dyeing the sky a brilliant purple.

"Disease", the ancestor put away the dust, the sword pointed a little to the ground, and the "Purple Emperor Heavenly Thunder" ball was like a soldier who had won the order, and the "hum" rushed to the old otaku lying on his stomach. Even if there are a large number of thunderballs, they still keep their distance neatly.

There are obviously hundreds, but they are in a formation that covers the sky and the sun. missed twice, which has aroused the ancestor's vigilance. This move, although it has not yet been extended to the extreme, has also consumed a lot of mana. The ancestor secretly recited words like "lion fights rabbit", and watched the old otaku dressed in camouflage shoot up, and rushed out of a hundred meters in an instant.

As a result, nearly 100 thunderballs hit the empty concrete floor. Except for the scorched earth, Yang Xiaohai didn't even hurt a single hair. This situation made the ancestor blink again and again: for thousands of years, he had never seen a living creature that could resist class coercion.

This fang in front of you, let alone resisting, is simply alive! Over the years, the ancestors have long been accustomed to coercion and punishment. Suddenly, the weak frog moved and fled. The startled ancestor froze in place.

If there is no accident, the ancestor may not be able to figure it out for hundreds of years, how can the invincible class coercion not be able to hold down that kid? Fortunately, the answer was soon announced.

Yang Xiaohai was about to go out, and his mouth was not idle: "You cultivators, you don't have any new ideas at all." Do you know that my daughter-in-law has already used this trick badly? Master has no antibodies, who is he worthy of? Hey, the old man standing on the tip of the squid, you are a lustful ancestor, right? Hit me? Eh, I just can't beat it, don't you say it's annoying? ”

"How daring! Little thief, where are you going...... Village...... Run! Yang Xiaohai's snort brought the ancestor back to his soul. The latter doesn't bother with coercion, chanting spells and driving the octopus to chase. Yang Xiaohai relied on his speed, and wanted to continue to play tricks.

But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly found that the big squid was following closely behind, and immediately swallowed all the nonsense and ran wildly with one mind. Facing up to the ancestor? Hehe, Yang Xiaohai thought about it. The strength of a cultivator is not comparable to that of mutation.

But Yang Xiaohai and the "Whale Nuclear Power Plant" are not muddy. Long before the ancestor approached the base, the radar had already spotted him. If the fence is not built, there may be some omissions in visual inspection. Now the soldiers are strong and strong, not to mention such a big squid, even a fly has an electronic eye to follow.

When the ancestor spoke, he didn't know how many electronic devices were locked. As soon as Yang Xiaohai ran like this, several cannonballs flew towards the octopus's head with a whistling whistle. The old otaku can't see the appearance of the ancestor clearly because of the angle. But in the liaison room where the egret was, everyone could see the ancestor with white hair and beard. Winnie frowned slightly, her face was rare solemn.

The cannonball whistled, and as soon as the ancestor moved, the cannonball flew dozens of meters above his head. Is it crooked? The answer, of course, is no. The cannonballs automatically disintegrated on the ancestor's head. Then, the countless tiny steel nails carried by the warhead were all excited, and the shuttle flew out.

For a while, there was a rain of iron on the ancestor's head. The tiny steel nail is not visible to the naked eye at all, so you can only wait for it to be driven into the concrete floor and then carefully taken out to get a full picture.

Of course, no one has that much to spare. In an instant, the steel rain crashed onto the almost transparent bubble. The steel nails that easily break through the concrete floor are helpless against the bubbles. The bubble only trembled a few times, and then it didn't go any further. Not to mention the octopus, the ancestor who stood firmly on it was unharmed.

"Eh, how many levels of magic shield are there? It's harder than an eggshell. Yang Xiaohai is like having eyes in the back of his head, and he grasps all the situation. I wanted to continue to tease, but a snow-white lightning suddenly "clicked" down. Yang Xiaohai suddenly smoked all over his body, and the smell of barbecue was permeating around him. The old otaku honestly closed his mouth, turned his head and ran wildly.

Seeing that Yang Xiaohai still hadn't fallen, the ancestor couldn't help but let out a light "huh" again. In one face, the ant gave him two surprises. But what can an ant do no matter how powerful it is?

"Heavenly ......" the old ancestor's white beard moved slightly, and he spit out a word. Jin Uden, who had not yet set, got off work. It was just dinner, but it was suddenly as dark as midnight. The sky was not a vision, and out of nowhere, the sound of Sanskrit singing sounded again. The movement is neither male nor female, and the tone is melodious but not a word is understood. A hundred times stronger coercion suddenly descended on the world.

Rao is resistant to coercion, but his speed still decreases. The old otaku secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. There's a red button mechanism in the palm of your hand. The switch was embedded in the glove and was held by Yang Xiaohai all the time. When the speed plummeted, the right hand was red.

“…… Chime ......" the ancestor spat out another word. After two words, the Sanskrit sound filled the sky.

Yang Xiaohai had a loud bang in his head, and he was dizzy. Not to mention running, it's hard to even stand. "Ahh

Yang Xiaohai is certainly no stranger to the trick of "Tian Chi Ming". I remember that when I was in the wild, the black pupil used to cast it. At that time, the heads of all the infected people exploded in Sanskrit, achieving the goal of defeating the enemy with one move. Now that the ancestor is sacrificed, whether it is the power or the speed of spell casting, it is not the same.

In the face of powerful spells, Yang Xiaohai couldn't run. Not only that, but his head swelled up at a rate visible to the naked eye. The hard skull seemed to disappear completely, and the whole skull trembled like jelly.

The old otaku's not handsome, but angular face gradually melted, rippling with the ups and downs of Sanskrit. I believe that it won't be long before the good head will explode from it, and there will be one less ruffian in the world.

"Chirp ......" The extremely sharp roar came from far and near, and a golden round thing hit Yang Xiaohai's head. For example, SpongeBob SquarePants's face was not defeated, but was glittered by the blazing red of his palm.

It turned out that it was a metal helmet that hit the head. The helmet was half-open and half-closed, and after putting on Yang Xiaohai's head, it wrapped all the faces and neck. Yang Xiaohai gritted his teeth and yelled: "Shield! ”

When he landed, the boiling face no longer throbbed, and Yang Xiaohai's old face gradually regained its outline. His face was fine, but his body trembled like SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Whoosh...... Whoosh......" In the distance, several meteors shot in. Between the lightning and the fire, meteors smashed towards Yang Xiaohai one after another. The meteors were gloves, wrist guards, arm guards, breastplates, belts, leg guards, knee pads, and onesies. In addition to this, there are some small bits and pieces.

These things carried strong force, completely isolating Yang Xiaohai from the outside world and pushing him up from the ground. Yang Xiaohai barely waved his hands, and a strong air flow erupted from the palms and soles of his hands.

Yang Xiaohai drooped his head, and his consciousness was not yet fully awake. But the strong air flow pushed him straight out for dozens of meters. The ancestor on the top of the octopus's head couldn't figure it out. How did a bug that had just returned a puddle of mud and was about to explode itself become a living machine in the blink of an eye?

It's not that I don't understand, but the world is changing fast. The word "Ming" stopped shouting, and the ancestor looked at it from afar, and the old otaku who almost flew up narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly burst into cold light.

This jumping ant really surprised him too much. But with a little more effort, the ants will not be able to escape the fate of being crushed to death. Just like bed bugs, mosquitoes, cockroaches, crush to death! Burst! Pieces! The ancestor's impetuous mood was even more noisy because the black pupils were not returning.