In front of them, no, to be exact, on all sides of them, a rustling sound could be clearly heard, it was an ominous sound.

Under the strafing of the spiritual sense, the blue spirit had already seen countless pairs of red eyes approaching them.

However, Mao still seemed to be in a state of ignorance, he was at a loss, he didn't know what the little girl in front of him was thinking, what was he waiting for, and what was he waiting for?

However, looking at the other party's familiar name, it is expected that he is not a bad person, and the most important thing is that even if the other party is a bad person, he seems to have no way to take others.

The realm suppression is too great. Normally, when he saw a minor monk at the spirit level like him, the little monk would not have any sense of suppression.

What can suppress people has never been possible only by monks whose spiritual knowledge is beyond ordinary people.

The little girl in front of him was just a cardamom girl at best, at such an age, if he was killed, he wouldn't believe that her cultivation surpassed his own.

However, the other party's coercion made him a little breathless. He couldn't help but think of the first time he saw the tomb of the God King, the overwhelming majesty directly made him lie down and couldn't stand for a long time.

And now, this little girl's

So, could she be an outlier with super strong spiritual sense? When did such a spiritual cultivation technique appear in the Lingyin Continent, he didn't know?

Was it because he had been in the ruins of the God-King for too long?

There was no time for him to search for answers, and they stopped for only a few breaths, and out of the grass in all directions, in the cracks in the stones, many hideous-looking beasts actually escaped.

"What are these? Their eyes ......" Mao seemed to be shocked for the first time when he saw so many beasts with red eyes.

"Warcraft! They...... They are emotionless killing machines, and it is their instinct to destroy all living beings in the world, and they will not let go even of themselves when necessary. Lan Ling said heavily.

It's not the first time she's seen Warcraft, and she often encounters it when she travels to other continents with her master. At that time, they were just spectators, watching the demonic beasts attack the human city on a large scale, and occasionally laughing and talking.

No involvement, no sympathy.

Now, when she was at her weakest, she had seen so much, and as her words fell, more and more demonic beasts appeared around her, and they had already surrounded this heaven and earth, and the three of them were in this cage, sitting and waiting to be slaughtered.

Mao didn't think much of it at first, but felt that the little girl was alarmist, no matter how ferocious and ruthless this beast was, it was no match for the monk.

But when he saw so many demonic beasts of all kinds surging over like a tide, he couldn't calm down.

Many, too much. Even among the treetops, all of them flying in the air were demonic beasts.

The ground is even denser, and people step on it, and the place where they settle is great.

If there are more ants, they can bite elephants to death, not to mention this animal that is more ferocious than wild beasts.

Mao seemed to take out his spiritual treasure and waited for it, as for the more powerful hair treasure like the fairy treasure, he was not worried about the little girl in front of him peeking at his magic weapon and hiding it, he was really powerless, and he didn't have too much spiritual power.

Lan Ling also took out a blue glittering sword from his storage bag, looking very stylish, dazzling, and even at the moment when the sword was unsheathed, Mao seemed to hear the sound of a bird chirping.

His mind couldn't help but be attracted.

This sword looked full of spirituality, and the blue spirit did not use a spell, and it itself was suspended above her head.

When those demonic beasts were all in front of him, and their fangs could already be seen very clearly, Lan Ling finally made a move.

I saw that the sword kept spinning in the sky above her, because the speed was too fast, Mao even seemed to see the rush of a million divine soldiers.

In fact, as the sword rotated, it did split into many small swords.

"Go!" Under the fury of the blue spirit, all the swords spun in all directions in an instant.

They are like Warcraft harvesters, and everywhere they go, all Warcraft are ruthlessly killed before they have time to react.

For a while, the blood and water in the surrounding realm spread, like a purgatory on earth.

Mao was so surprised that he almost couldn't hold the spirit treasure in his hand and fell to the ground.

It's so strong!

The little girl in front of her, one person can withstand thousands of troops, but it is only a moment's effort, and the surroundings are empty. Although the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are intimidating, the point is not to be injured by demonic beasts.

"This fellow Daoist, good ability, the old man admires it very much!"

Mao didn't seem to be a compliment. If he was allowed to go up, he would be killed one by one, and it would be really difficult to use the imperial weapon to cause such a large-scale massacre.

Lan Ling turned his back to him, covering his heart, only feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. Because of the use of spiritual power, her injuries were a little uncontrollable.

With such an action, he earned a respite, and soon, the cleared territory was filled with these demonic beasts that came from behind.

They don't have any intelligence, they do things only by instinct, and that's destruction, and it's cruel destruction.

Lan Ling was very uncomfortable, but looking at anyone who was unconscious on the ground, he could only grit his teeth and support it. She had to make sure that either one was alive, and if any one died, she would really be destroyed.

She gritted her teeth and raised the blue sword in her hand, but she wanted to do it again.

Even if Mao seemed blind, he realized that something was wrong with the other party at this time, and couldn't help but say, "Little Daoyou, are you injured?"

Lan Ling said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, even if you are injured, with me, you will be fine." ”

It's a big deal, it's good to drag all the people into the bag when the time comes. It's just that with such a magic weapon, she doesn't want Mao to know, what if the other party is greedy and wants to be unfavorable to anyone, killing people and robbing treasures?

She didn't want to recognize a bad old man as the master, although the old man's cultivation was a thousand times higher than any other, and in the future, it would be beneficial for her to find the previous master.

However, at this time, in her subconscious, she still felt that it would be better to follow either one.

It's a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and it's indescribable. She only attributed this to the fact that Mao looked too ugly to make her dislike.

The previous image of the old man was somewhat kind, but now the big bald head is extremely vicious and disgusting when he looks at it.

Whatever is specifically good, Lan Ling can't delve into it, it seems that there are no advantages worth looking forward to.

She didn't know what she was expecting from any, she only knew the old man and any, and she could just choose either.

Not much to say, but in an instant, a lot of demonic beasts came like a tide, and they were close again.