Motoga couldn't help but cry.

It's all about making them die.

"Let's try something else."

Sikong Wu Yuan did not give up, his eyes were full of perseverance.

"Huh?"

With the cries of these people, Yuan He couldn't understand it at all, he was already a little deaf.

Sikong Wu Yuan didn't hear it, but saw him take out many halos from his pocket and hit those people.

However, when the rings pass through the circle, they merge directly together, and none of them hit the target in the end.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Sikong Wu Yuan is also a little incredible.

Is their spiritual power so easy to fuse? And it came together so quickly?

How can this be solved?

Motoga looked at the big head.

How to continue to do this is really a headache.

After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly remembered that he had a big whistle, but he hadn't used it for a long time.

But he felt that maybe Sikong Wu Yuan and His Highness the Savior could.

He took out the big whistle like a treasure, and it was a huge conch.

This conch can be enlarged and reduced, which is very practical.

However, in the next second, an attack suddenly appeared in mid-air for no apparent reason, and the conch also fell directly to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Yuan He He was buzzing when he heard it, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but feel even more uncomfortable, and knelt down directly, looking at the fragments of the conch in distress, and went forward to touch it with his bare hands, as if he cherished it very much.

This time, because his heart was so painful, he even stayed out of the scolding of the villagers, and the whole person seemed to have been detached and immersed in his own world.

Seeing this, Jiang Ming was a little stunned.

What's going on? Why did Motoga suddenly feel like he had lost his soul? What's going on?

Sikong Wu Yuan felt that Yuan He He might have committed some kind of illness, and squatted down to see the other party's situation, so he touched the other party's face, and his eyes immediately touched the fragments below, and he immediately understood everything.

Yuan He felt a chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately after, he came back to his senses, looked at Sikong Wu Yuan incomprehensibly, and said, "Sikong Wu Yuan, what are you doing here? I don't understand it."

Sikong Wu Yuan didn't answer him, but picked up the fragments of the ground and said in his mouth, "This seems to be the amplified conch I've seen before, but it's very fragile, how did you get it?"

"Huh?"

Yuan Hehe saw Sikong Wu Yuan asking, his eyes were full of confusion.

Jiang Ming slapped his forehead.

Although the voices of these villagers were very loud, he heard the words of Sikong Wu Yuan and Yuan He He clearly.

But the two of them talk to each other like two deaf people.

He immediately repeated what he had just said to Motoga in his heart.

Yuan He He immediately ignited hope, looked at Sikong Wu Yuan and said, "Sikong Wu Yuan, can you repair the conch?"

This was said in his heart, Sikong Wu Yuan nodded, and then put his hand on the broken conch.

Obviously, there was no spiritual power, but the conch in front of him was still repaired little by little.

Yuan He He was a little nervous, and watched Sikong Wu Yuan hand the repaired conch to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming was confused, and Yuan Hehe was also confused.

Logically speaking, the conch was restored by Sikong Wu Yuan, shouldn't it be blown by Sikong Wu Yuan?

In his opinion, this conch is extremely difficult to recognize the Lord, and if it does not recognize the Lord, it will not let the other party blow it at all.

And Sikong Wu Yuan repaired the conch, as a life-saving benefactor, this conch should make Sikong Wu Yuan blow.

But Sikong Wu Yuan has his own opinions.

"His Highness the Savior has made so many things before, this time, he will definitely be able to, this conch does not recognize His Highness the Savior as its master, who else can he recognize?"

Jiang Ming cried and laughed

Do not take the conch.

Sikong Wu Yuan couldn't help but think too highly of him, he was really not that powerful, he just happened to be a little lucky.

But he really doesn't know how to blow this conch.

Thinking about it, he touched his hand to the conch, and the rough touch greeted him, and he couldn't help but frown.

I don't know where this conch came from, but it feels like it's been through vicissitudes.

Yuan He He saw that Jiang Ming couldn't blow, so he hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to teach him by hand.

However, at this time, the villagers outside seemed to find that their voices were not working, and they began to approach Jiang Ming and the three of them one by one.

They guessed the characteristics of the ball and began to run, letting the ball run with them.

Soon, they arrived in front of Jiang Ming and the others.

Sikong Wu Yuan looked at it and felt infiltrated, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

I have to say that he has some difficulty accepting such a situation.

Although the opponent has been covered by the ball.

These villagers are quite good at adapting to the situation, muttering to themselves, "Give me back my life, give me back my life!"

Listening to this, Jiang Ming couldn't help but complain.

They didn't kill these villagers, and these villagers are quite good at spreading rumors.

However, he didn't think anything else, and the conch suddenly played music automatically, which completely attracted their attention.

The three of them looked at the conch in front of them in unison, and couldn't help but be a little fascinated.

I have to say that this conch sings really well, and the voice is also very beautiful, which makes people feel a little obsessed.

Jiang Ming listened while being confused in his heart.

Isn't this conch meant to blow? Why did you suddenly start playing music on your own?

Thinking of this, he looked at Yuan He again.

This conch belongs to Motoga, and he may know.

Yuan Hehe noticed Jiang Ming's gaze and spread his hands.

The conch was indeed his, but he didn't know what was going on, let alone that it could play automatically.

If he had known this, he should have learned about the function of this conch first.

Thinking so in his heart, he struck another melody in the palm of his hand.

He remembers that when the conch is playing, he has to make some melodic movements, so that the conch will recognize who it is trying to help.

With the help of the conch, the villagers suddenly became more hideous, and the whole person struggled as if they had fallen into an evil spirit.

They stopped cursing and kept rolling on the ground.

And gradually, they also showed their original form.

It was the scarecrow just now.

Yuan He couldn't help but scold.

"Fuck, it must be the ghost of the beast again, we're going to go find him today, it's too much!"

He was so angry that he wanted to flip the table.

He felt that this divine beast was completely playing with them as monkeys, no, monkeys didn't play like that!

Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Ming again, and said with a firm expression: "Your Highness the Savior, I think we should go and take a look at that divine beast, I guess that according to his temperament that doesn't know the height of the sky, it is estimated that he will feel that he is extremely powerful, and he disdains to put any traps in it."

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