Chapter 303: Consumption

A treasure bead, a token, two soul defenses to the treasure to die firmly to the soul of Sima Quan, Simashan.
The two gasped and sweated, and they tried their best to attack the magma sea. The body shape flickered at any time.
A rough-faced, rugged shirt made of linen, the old man holding a big wooden stick in his left hand strode over the magma. He walked to Sima Quan and Simashan, and picked up the Baozhu and the token.
Sima Shan and Sima Quan issued a cry of anger and anger: "This...unfair..."
The old man is a stick, and the body of the two is crushed.
"Yes, I bully the children, it is very unfair, very shameless, very sloppy, very embarrassing." The old man grinned and turned into two streams, and quickly rushed to the distant two places in the direction of the soul. The of the road smiled and said: "But Lao Tzu did, how?"
Wu Tie silently shook his head.
This old man is the first house of the Wu family, and is also an old monster of the main branch of the Wu family. It is the only old monster on the Wujiaming face who sits in the Wuyi Cave all year round and guards the peace of the people.
His generation is several times higher than that of witch beans. Ordinary witches don't know how to call him exactly. In short, the vague meeting is called ‘the ancestor’. This is always true.
"The ancestors!" Wu Tie and Wu Zheng also salute the old man.
"Well, I don't have time to drag and drop here... the young scorpions in the family have to pull out and experience the experience. These two guys are waiting for you to pick up slowly, it takes too much time." The old man wiped a handful The bearded man on the face smiled very smoothly.
"Although Laozi’s shot is indeed a bit of a victory, but the so-called... people are shameless, the world is invincible; there is something to say, old and not dead is a thief... Laozi, an old thief, do something out of the ordinary is not a matter of righteousness. ?"
The old man's left hand stick released a murky and arrogant breath, and he hit the void with a stick and smashed the magma.
The originally small grottoes have been tossed by the Wu's family, and have become a large cave with hundreds of miles. The dome is also nearly a hundred miles high. In a few places, the rock wall suddenly exploded, and a yin river rushed in and rushed in, forming a rushing waterfall on the rock wall.
The icy waters washed the red ground, and the steam rose, filling the entire cave quickly.
There are strange fish, shrimps, crabs and crabs in the river flowing along the river. Soon there is a small lake in the grotto. Various aquatic creatures swim in the lake, and the lake washes the surrounding rock wall. Looking for the way out.
The old man sang a big singer and sang a small song.
Just a random stick of his, not only smashed the magma sea, but also cracked the various breaths left in the void.
No matter what kind of prohibition or spells are on Simashan and Simaquan, it is impossible for people behind them to know what they have encountered, and they can no longer track and hang around.
Wu Tie licked his lips.
The old man used this magical power of the stick, he will break through the thirty-three heavy building shackles, he will also. However, he is only going to, and has not realized the usefulness of this singularity.
"Destroy the corpse and destroy the traces..." Wu Tie nodded thoughtfully, and it seems that it is necessary to strengthen the enlightenment and cultivation of this supernatural power in the future.
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The two have already glimpsed a mystery of the gods, and they have almost mastered a boulevard. Their own atmosphere is seamless, just like Jindan is generally strong and bright, and there is no trace of swaying.
How can the dozens of Xuanming’s people be motivated, the souls of the souls and the Beidou’s swords are only the treasures that Wu Tie has just refined, the climate is too shallow, the lethality is limited, and there is a spirit like Sima Xiu. No small lethality, almost no effect on Simashan, Simaquan.
When Wu Tie and his party arrived, a ancestor of Xuan Ming’s ancestors was holding two black lacquered wooden pegs.
When I saw Wu Tie coming over, the ancestors of Xuan Ming’s ancestors smiled and nodded:
This set of babies is a way of ignoring my witch’s family, and the means of refining is very high. The mysterious avenue, oh my ancestors, I actually don’t understand."
Shaking his head, Xuan Ming's ancestors whispered: "In any case, my witch family is more important to inherit the blood, do not understand, do not care."
"Just, this long and seven-handed sword, the climate is too shallow, it is like the gods of the gods, but how much power can you play when you are seedlings?" Xuan Ming's ancestors said to Wu Tie: "So, witch Iron kid, this time, you will go with it."
"This kind of baby is to use the soul of countless souls, countless killings to nourish him. So can grow up quickly."
Throwing away two black lacquered wooden pegs, Xuan Ming's ancestors laughed particularly proudly: "I said these two 'sacrifice nails', passed down from my ancestors and my forty-nine generations of ancestors, to participate I don’t know how many times the crusade war has been killed by them. I don’t know how many demons are enchanting. This is the climate today.

Xuan Ming's ancestors bite the tip of the tongue, and a little blood is sprayed on the two pegs.
‘呜呜’ two sharp whistling sounds skyrocketed, Wu Tie only felt black in front of him, his body swayed and almost fell to the ground. Behind him, those who have followed the fun of the Wu children, there is already a large group of people who have retired and then sat down on the ground.
Two black lights rushed out and smashed into the soul of Simashan and Simaquan.
Simashan and Simaquan snorted, and the general soul of the pale golden glass was broken open a transparent hole, and then the power of the soul was quickly and elegantly turned into a large piece of light. under.
The breath of the soul of the soul has obviously increased a lot. The power of the spirit of the spirits of Simashan and Simaquan has become more and more intense. The souls of the souls are released and the power of the gods is more powerful. Strong, the breath of the two eyes looked weak and weakened.
"How dare you, how dare?" The two finally panicked and began to scream hysterically.
"How can we not dare?" Xuan Ming's ancestors said indifferently: "Not convinced, let the masters of the sorcerer's temple come to us for revenge... you kill me, I kill you, this kind of thing, not once two It’s time.

A group of witches laughed at the same time.
They smiled extraordinarily bright, but with a hint of embarrassment, Simashan, Simaquan at this moment, like two white rabbits wrapped in a group of wolves, weak and helpless to the extreme.
In the underground, in the Great Rift Valley, Wu Zhan, Wu Jin and his son stood in a small stone crevice, staring at the tide-like poisonous bats and poisonous spiders whistling and flying upwards and climbing. There are even more inexplicable strange creatures that they don't know much. They emerge from the huge caves and climb up the rock wall.
Gradually, the weird creatures that rushed out of the caves became more and more strange. When a group of octopus shaped like a octopus, the strange creatures with long, tentacles and sharp venomous creeps crawled out of the cave. As the rock wall climbed up, the four men opened their mouths at the same time and couldn't close together for a long time.
"What is this thing?" Wu Wu could not help but scream.
A few dozen feet away, another small stone crevice, another Sanhuangying warrior looked at their father and son four, muttered: "It should be a brain-evil... Legend, this kind of thing is only in There is absolutely no light in the deep seams, and the most sinister and poisonous..."
It seems that I noticed that someone here is watching myself. A brain-element with a body length of nearly a hundred feet slams a tentacle. The tentacles of the bucket are so violently elongated, and instantly stretched to dozens of miles. I came over to the three emperor soldiers who spoke.
The soldiers of the three imperial battalions screamed, and he snarled in a low voice, and the whole body was rushing, and the shadows of the mountains were formed in front of him.
Then one of the peaks suddenly turned into a volcano with a height of 100 feet, spewing the flames of the rock and smashing it toward the tentacles.
A loud bang, dozens of long tentacles instantly became fly ash, and the volcano continued to rush to the body of the brain.
There was a sharp whistling sound like a bamboo flute in the depths of the underground. A voice came from far away: "The three emperors, please don't do it. These beasts are going to consume the enchanting forwards... Don't let them White died here."
Then dozens of sharp flutes of bamboo flutes came from the ground.
These howling sounds seem to have a great restraining effect on the eating brain demon. A savage brain-eating magical screams, and suddenly speeds up along the stone wall, and whistling upwards.
A black wind blew from the bottom of the Great Rift Valley, and then Wu Jin and others heard the strange 'whistling' sound.
Probably it was a quarter of an hour, they saw the black wind and the black mist, a group of furry weird objects flying with the hurricane.
If Wu Tie is in, he will say that these big furry guys are like huge dandelion seeds. A granule-shaped dandelion seed swells with the hurricane, and under each seed, there are dozens of dwarf rats, lizards, dwarves, etc. tied with vines.
These petite warriors are wearing tattered leather armor, and they look like they are shoddy weapons. The body is also strong and weak, but the weakest is the foundation. The strongest is the level of the first-time building.
They made a sharp squeak, and the eyes were red and red, screaming like a beast, and the giant dandelion seeds ran straight into the sky along the black storm.
On the upper side of the rock wall, a cluster of western nights grows some luminous mushrooms and other fluorescent vegetation. Under the faint light and shadow, Wu Jin and others can see that there are tens of thousands of such huge furry objects.
The fluffy furry rushed into the sky, and did not know how many low-ranking soldiers rose up into the sky.
"These guys, I am afraid that they are being secreted." Among the four, the witch war is still a bit of experience. After all, it is a witch's family, and the witchcraft's witches, witches, and the like are also very powerful. ability.
He hugged his hands on his chest and looked up at the sky and yelled, so that the sound of the waves was like a thunder, and the low-ranking warriors, who were shaking in the rift valley, were trembled: "This is letting them die... this secret medicine Let them lose their minds, even though they are not afraid of death, but let them die."
On the battlefield, the soldiers who lost their minds are undoubtedly terrible, but there is no doubt that they are even more sad.
In addition to sending death, Wu Wu can't think of any use of these low-ranking fighters.
Reaching out, the witch battle caught a hand in the air: "It tastes a bit weird."
Wu Jin also reached out and grabbed a handful of air.
A large group of furry seeds flew in front of them, and a dwarf screamed and screamed, and the saliva was sprayed on the palm of Wu Jin.
Wu Jin retracted his hand and sniffed the slobber on his hand and nodded. "They have some weird spells and bans. I am afraid that killing their enemies will not be very good... these guys...

These low-ranking warriors who took the secret medicine and did not fear death, became a moving bomb.
They were blessed with strange spells, and they would have some terrible changes in their lives.
"Then, they are pure consumables." The witch war looked left and right.
I don’t know how long the big rift is, and the countless furry seeds are soaring upwards. Each big seed is tied with more than a dozen fighters. No one can tell how many low-ranking soldiers are moving in the moment. The sky is flying.
"Where is it so many lives?" Wu Zhan whispered: "How many people are going to die here?"
‘哒’, ‘哒哒’, a few drops of sticky juice fell.
The four men of Wujin have been standing here for a long time, and no one knows how high the first phobic bat flying up with the wind is flying to the top.
There are no witches who have practiced special martial arts and methods. They can see the distance of more than a hundred miles, and they can't see farther away.
No matter what happened above, no one could see through the black wind or the black fog.
The viscous juice dripped, and gradually, the juice of 'Pattern' fell like a light rain.
Wu Jin reached out and the thick juice fell on his palm. It was a drop of black and black smelly plasma. The plasma is mixed with some fine fluff, which is clearly the black fluff that grows on those poisonous bats.
Wu Jin’s eyes swept around, and the entire rift was raining.
The light rain of plasma condensation is constantly falling.
At first the rain was small, but the rain gradually became larger, and it quickly became a downpour, whistling down.
The furry large seeds suddenly emit sputum fluorescence, and the raindrops that the blood condensed did not fall on the seeds, but were forced to slide around by the fluorescence, and the large seeds continued to spiral and rise to the sky.
The rain gradually grew bigger. After a long time, the rain gradually became mixed with large and small poisonous bat limbs, constantly whistling and falling from high altitude.
The rain poured, Wu Jin and others stood in the crack of the stone for nine days and nine nights.
Blood and rain do not stop, poisonous bats, poisonous spiders, poisonous snakes, various poisonous insects and animals, and gradually there are countless low-ranking monks with broken limbs mixed with blood.
The entire rift valley has turned into blood.