Every divine consciousness is equivalent to a monk in the Dan period, but it is no more than a primordial infant. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Yin Tianfang's soul is three points, although this three-point technique, although it is extremely difficult to cultivate, but after the cultivation is successful, the benefits brought to Yin Tianfang are undoubtedly extremely huge.

His divine consciousness was comparable to that of a monk in the Dollar Infant Realm, and all these divine senses that did not exceed the Yuan Infant Realm of a thousand Divine Senses would not pose any threat to him at all. As soon as the divine consciousness was swept away, nearly a hundred divine consciousnesses were immediately shattered, but at this moment, suddenly the remaining more than nine hundred divine senses all fused together in an extremely strange way, turning into a divine consciousness sword, and stabbing fiercely towards Yin Tianfang's divine consciousness.

At the same time, the small hurricane suddenly froze, and under this sudden, its whirling force suddenly disappeared, revealing countless small beasts densely packed inside.

These little beasts were exactly the same as the one Yin Tianfang had seen before, they were close to each other, their wings flashing rapidly, and bursts of whimpering sound came from their sharp mouths.

When the Divine Consciousness Sword appeared, this voice immediately condensed together, forming a sharp sound wave, fiercely stabbing at Yin Tianfang's Divine Consciousness along with the Divine Consciousness Sword.

Yin Tianfang's brows furrowed slightly, his divine sense was immediately withdrawn, his fingers were a little eyebrows, and a touch of golden light appeared, and the golden light was like water, rippling in the void, forming a golden light curtain.

The sharp sound wave stabbed with the divine sense, hitting the golden light curtain, and the golden light curtain suddenly rippled, and at the same time, Yin Tianfang opened his mouth and spit out, and a golden light shot out from his mouth, turning into a golden long sword, stabbing towards those little beasts, and at the moment when the golden sword flew into the beast group, those little beasts scattered one by one, densely all over the sky.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, seeing that the little beast was scattered, Yin Tianfang suddenly slapped the storage bag, and suddenly countless flying swords flew out of the storage bag, and the divine sense swept it away, and fell on it, relying on the powerful power of the divine sense, and at the same time controlled these flying swords into the meteors, and quickly vented out.

Yin Tianfang didn't plan to deal with these little beasts at once, but wanted to force them away, sure enough, those little beasts scattered again under the impact of the flying sword like rain, Yin Tianfang didn't say a word, his body flashed out, and rushed towards the black tower along the gap between the small beasts.

Yin Tianfang's eyes were solemn, standing in the black tower and staring at those little beasts, judging from the number of small beasts, they gathered together to form a hurricane, in this earthly land, the most is a hurricane.

It can be seen that the number of these small beasts is unimaginable.

At the same time, the attacks of these small beasts are carried out at the same time as the sound waves and the divine consciousness, and their bodies are fragile compared to this.

In this way, if there are not many of these small beasts, it seems that they are easy to eliminate, especially with Meng Huozi's ability, under the poisonous mist, it is extremely easy, but Yin Tianfang can't forget the scene he saw on the top of a certain black tower a few days ago, the boundless hurricane, all of them condensed rapidly in one direction.

This is a purposeful flight, so it can be seen that these little beasts have a special way of summoning, once they slaughter too many people, they will immediately summon their companions, and if they fall into such a cycle, then what awaits them must be death, it must be an endless hurricane.

At the same time, once the killing is too large, it is very likely that those hurricanes that were originally attracted by Meng Huozi will be summoned back, in this case, it will not be Meng Huozi who will help him drive it, but he will help Meng Huozi contain the hurricane.

In the battle just now, only about two hundred little beasts' divine consciousness was wiped out by Yin Tianfang, at this time, Yin Tianfang's eyes flickered, staring at the beast herd outside, gradually, those small beasts condensed together again, forming a hurricane, and after going around the black tower where Yin Tianfang was a few times, he no longer paid attention to it, but thought about moving forward.

After this hurricane went away, Yin Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, this earthly place is extremely weird, almost contrary to common sense, no matter who it is, as long as it is surrounded by these small beasts, after seeing its divine sense and sound wave attack, knowing the fragility of its body, I am afraid that the first thing that comes to mind is to eliminate them as soon as possible, so as not to attract more beasts.

But in this way, as long as it is eliminated to a certain extent, once the little beast starts to summon its companions, then unless it has a cultivation against the sky, it is doomed, and there is only one way to die.

Yin Tian meditated cross-legged in the Black Tower, and after exhaling a little, he stared at the black hurricane in the distance that was still moving in a certain direction, he was silent for a moment, and simply did not rush out, but stayed in the Black Tower.

This stay is three days, Yin Tianfang sees countless hurricanes from the tower window every day, whistling from all around, one of which is even about a thousand feet thick, like a hurricane king, shuttling by the black tower.

Gradually, more and more hurricanes appeared, and the targets of these hurricanes were all in one direction, and you don't need to guess to know that direction is where Meng Huozi is.

Meng Huozi's face sank like water at the moment, in fact, as early as the moment when he killed the first wave of small beasts, he was immediately surrounded by ten times the number of small beasts in the second wave, he guessed that he had done something wrong.

It's just that even if he doesn't kill anymore, these little beasts are still entangled with him, constantly attacking with divine consciousness and sound waves. This couldn't help but make him smile bitterly. In the end, Meng Huozi's demonic nature was stimulated, and he simply let go of his hands and feet, spilling a large area of poisonous mist, so that the summoning of small beasts became more and more frequent, so that in the end, even if he hid in the black tower, the herd of beasts outside not only did not decrease, but more and more, to the point that it made his scalp tingle.

He was standing in the Black Tower at this time, looking at the hurricane outside that could not be seen, almost every moment, the number of those small beasts would increase, and he had also tried to use the Black Tower as a foothold to poison the outside from the tower window, but there was a strong prohibition in this black tower, which prevented the small beasts outside from attacking at the same time, but also prevented the people inside from casting spells outside.

If he walked out of the Black Tower, Meng Huozi was not sure in his heart now, he believed that as long as he took a step, then what was waiting for him would be a divine consciousness and sonic attack that would be more than hundreds of millions, or even billions of small beasts that were very likely to gather together.

Even if his cultivation is strong, he is already the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and if he stomps his feet, the cultivation realm is a top powerhouse who wants to tremble, and at this time, there is no way to resist in the divine consciousness and sonic attacks of those hundreds of millions of small beasts.

He was silent for a while, touched the toad on his shoulder, his face showed a hint of cruelty, and without saying a word about the toad, the toad immediately fell from his shoulder and lay on the ground and cooed.

Meng Huozi glanced at the toad quite heartbrokenly, sighed, took the toad back again, groaned a little, and grabbed a red python more than ten zhang long from the storage bag. (To be continued.) )