Chapter Eighty-Six: Escape, I Want to Fight Back!(Ask for Recommendation, Collection!)
"Since we want to escape, then we must plan our route and prepare a plan! I think Li Yuyang should not be able to contain them for too long. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Sun Cong found that he couldn't get rid of Chu He, so he could only put forward his own opinions, and said in a consultative tone.
Chu He dragged him away and said, "Escape? I never thought of running away all the time." Those who flee are prey, and I will be the hunter and kill them. ”
Sun Wei sighed and said: "One of the biggest illusions in life is 'I can fight back', wake up! You are just an ADC that only goes out, at most add me an auxiliary, the opposite side is already a well-developed team, there is meat, milk, output and control, we can't win this wave of groups, let's run away honestly!"
"You're right!" Chu He nodded, but then the corners of his mouth curved, as sharp as a knife, and said, "But I especially want to hold the whole audience alone." As an auxiliary, your role is to help me fight a group, if you want to die, you can't be cowardly, die in front of me. ”
Sun's whole face darkened.
"Now I'm running with you on my back, and along the way you pay attention to the terrain and find a good place to set up an ambush. Chu He said that he directly threw Sun Yan on his back, and ran all the way with his feet.
"Remember to be careful, because if there is a real fight in a while, I will be the first to push you out as bait. If you choose a bad ambush location, you must die first. Chu He said again.
Sun Yan was lying on the back of the Chu River, holding a compass, and the wind was galloping in his ears, but he still had to keep looking at the four roads, looking for various places suitable for ambushes.
"Chu He, I'll grass your uncle!" Hearing Chu He's words, Sun Cong finally couldn't bear it anymore and scolded bitterly.
As a professional tomb robber, scolding the street is one of the necessary skills.
Chu He ran behind him for more than half an hour, and he didn't hear the words repeated in his mouth.
"Wait! Stop!" the foul language in Sun's mouth finally stopped, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said.
Chu He braked under his feet and also exhaled a breath of turbidity.
Running wildly all the way, the consumption of his true qi is also very great, even if the powerful return effect of Xiangjiang's true qi is turned on, the true qi is about to bottom out at this moment.
Sun Yan jumped down from the back of the Chu River, held a compass, and walked in all four directions, southeast, northwest, and west, and then pointed to the southwest direction, a mountain cliff like an eagle's beak and said: "The eagle's beak gathers evil, there is evil water like an evil dragon, and the mountain hides gold, facing the west, and there is a benefit to killing." The cliffs are red, and after a while, the sun will sink in the west, and the sunset will reflect the mountains like fire, you just need to add a fire and blow a wind. It can present the color of heaven and earth, and kill together. ”
"If you're going to set up an ambush, it's the best place, it's a good job, maybe... should... ”
In the end, Sun Cong was also a little lacking in confidence.
Meng Shengren said: "The time is not as good as the location, and the location is not as good as the people." ”
When the Chu River occupied this place, it occupied the geographical advantage and half of the day at most, but it lost a lot in terms of people.
Chu He nodded, directly took out the scorn blood collected before from the storage ring, and quickly drew some strange witch patterns at the roots of some plants and trees, and in the dark places of mountains and rocks.
With the drawing of these witch patterns, an invisible aura enveloped the entire area with the Chu River as the core.
Although the formation can temporarily improve a person's strength, it is still people-oriented. Your own realm is too low, and you can't play with the Immortal Sword Formation. Sun Yan said dejectedly on the side.
Chu He didn't care what he said, but only accelerated the speed at which he depicted the witch pattern.
When the setting sun connected with the mountain cliff, as if it was about to ignite the entire mountain forest, Lu Hehan and many of his disciples also chased after him.
One of the disciples was still holding Li Yuyang, who had been tormented by the meridians of his hands and feet.
They didn't kill Li Yuyang directly, obviously they wanted to take Li Yuyang as a hostage and make Chu He, who had already fallen into the disadvantage, even more jealous.
"Is this the place you chose to bury your bones? Frankly, Feng Shui is really not very good. What's more, I don't think you need to, because I will definitely crush you to ashes!" Lu Hehan looked at Chu He gloomily with one eye.
Although these injuries he suffered, after exiting the dungeon, they will disappear and be erased by time repair. But there are some psychological shadows that cannot be erased in a lifetime.
Therefore, he had to kill Chu He and use extremely cruel means to vent the resentment in his heart.
Chu He stood on the eagle's beak cliff, looked down, looked at Lu Hehan's appearance at this time, and sneered coldly: "I think, you should be more worried about yourself, whether you can get out of this spiritual illusion alive." ”
"You cultivate the Angry Demon Seed, raising disciples like raising pigs, and now that you are seriously injured, are you really not worried, they will take the opportunity to get rid of you?"
Chu He's sentence is not bad to say that it is to sow discord.
However, this thorn was pierced in Lu Hehan's heart, not in the hearts of his disciples.
It can be seen from Mo Chenghai that people like them choose disciples, and they must be those who are honest and easy to control, don't have too much heart, and don't have much knowledge. This kind of person, even if Chu He told them everything, they would not believe it.
Otherwise, now that the information is so developed, some of the methods of Mo Chenghai and Lu Hehan are not really secrets and are not known. Why are all their disciples still loyal to them?
The world is a mirror, what kind of person you are, what kind of world you see is what kind of scene.
Lu Hehan is vicious and ruthless, and he is scheming. Chu He is now exposing his true face in front of him and his disciples.
Many disciples may not believe it. Lu Hehan was inevitably weak-hearted, and he had a guard against his disciples.
When the big battle starts, it is inevitable that they will be tied.
"Boy, let your clever tongue be like a spring, you will not escape death today! Which of you will take his head as a teacher?" Lu Hehan said coldly.
Chu He stood on the eagle's beak cliff and smiled.
Lu Hehan was really fooled, he should have rushed up, but now it is not the case, and he began to have reservations.
Lu Hehan thought a lot in his heart, but most of his disciples had no brains. The master was humiliated, and the disciples naturally felt the same way, and they asked for war one after another, wanting to take Chu He's life and vent their anger for the master.
If Mo Chenghai's disciples are all hot-blooded men whose brains are stuffed with muscles.
Then Lu Hehan's disciples are all arrogant and arrogant.
One of them ran over by himself, showing off his tenth-level cultivation of Qi cultivation, and the rolling cold and evil qi surged out in all directions, revealing his details before he made a move.
As soon as he saw this person, Chu He knew that he was majoring in some evil and vicious methods. In ancient times, it was proper to be beaten into the outer path of demons.
"Boy, you are just a ninth-level qi refiner, and you dare to be arrogant? I'm afraid you don't know how to write dead characters! Let your grandfather Hou teach you!" After saying that, the whole person stepped on the top of the eagle's beak cliff, which was only seven or eight meters high, and flew to the top of the head of the Chu River, and a claw directly took out the Chu River, and between the hands and claws, there were several kinds of spirit phantoms roaring fiercely, as if the soul was directly taken out and refined on the hand claws.