Chapter 334: Retreat

Clean and pleasant music, gorgeous costumes, Jiuying's expression of indifferent expression, reclining on the wood.
Suddenly, he frowned.
"Master, is there something wrong?" Next to him, the pretty maid asked respectfully.
"How could it be that it failed?"
Jiuying ignored the maid's question and muttered in her mouth.
After a while, a figure flickered, "Da!", And fell outside Tianxiang's carriage, but it was three treasures.
However, the state of the Sambo at this time is really bad. Although the broken right arm is no longer bleeding, it is still a scary scar and shocking; it may be the reason for the secret flight of the flying maggot all the way, the atmosphere is weak, and it is extremely unstable and embarrassed. Extreme look.
"Come in!" Jiuying's voice was upset.
"Wow!"
Sambo pushed the door of the car and walked in, with a shameful expression on his face, kneeling respectfully on the floor.
"Master! Sambo is incompetent, ashamed of the master, the mission failed."
There was silence in the compartment, only the breeze came in, the gorgeous tents fluttered, and a string of wind chimes made a pleasant sound.
The beautiful maid next to her knees slowly sat on the ground, holding her hands on Jiuying's shoulders and massaging gently.
Although he didn't say anything, but Xiu Mei frowned slightly, apparently caring about Sambo.
"What's going on?" Jiuying always had such a calm tone, as if nothing could affect his mood.
"Subordinates met the predecessor of Fucang."
A word from Sambo, Jiuying's body shook slightly, and the beautiful maid's hands were stagnation for a while.
"Fukang. Is that old monster born too?" Jiuying asked.
Sambo blushed.
"The subordinates were incompetent and lost in their hands. Nor did they ask the seniors of Fucang."
Sambo gave a slight meal, and then narrated the entire battle process without any exaggeration or derogation.
"Teleport, shaping avatars, and slow time. It's interesting to be able to have three talents. It's getting more and more interesting."
Yuan Ying's eyes flashed, showing an expression of interest. Of course, it's just interest.
"He is not a descendant of Fucang." Jiuying said suddenly.
"Ok?"
"According to you, he has a Fucang sword, but he did not recognize the Lord, and at the beginning he could not exert the power of this fairy. If it is a heir to Fucang, there must be no less than a hundred kinds of old guys. The method can make that hair stiff recognize Fucang Sword. And. When that hair is stiff with you, can you use the skill of Fukura? "
Sambo pondered a little, and replied congratulatingly:
"No."
"With his heart and arrogance, how could he allow his heirs to fight against the enemy, even if it is in a downwind, not to use his own peerless skills?"
The corner of Jiuying's mouth gradually smiled.
"Hum! It seems that Fucang Laoer is still trapped there. He hasn't gotten out yet. Hahaha ... maybe, the deity will find an opportunity to rescue the old monster in the future."
Jiuying laughed very brightly. Obviously, in his opinion, it seemed to be a very lucky thing to be able to rescue the old monster.
"As for that hair ..."
"Xunzi is willing to go to war, to take revenge on Brother Sanbao." The maid next to Yan Yan pleaded respectfully. There was a flash of light in his eyes.
Jiuying turned to look at the maid.
"If that stiff hair can seize the opportunity, after this war, I am afraid that it will be able to control Fukura Sword. Sambo is not his opponent, and you ca n’t do it. If there is no shadow. It can be a try ... temporarily Do n’t bother him, let ’s talk when the deity meets him!

"Yes, master!"
Although the beautiful maid did not believe this statement, she still replied respectfully.
Jiuying turned and faced the three treasures, her hands were determined, and a faint light shot out.
But seeing Sambo's broken arm covered with white light, the granulation squirmed, and in a blink of an eye, a new arm grew.
The momentum of Sambo's whole body is also rising.
Obviously, the regeneration of the arm this time is not an ordinary spell, not just growing out, but even the lost mana has been replenished.
When Sambo saw this, the first reaction on his face was not surprise, but worry:
"Master! The three treasures are not worth the mana waste of mana ..."
As soon as half of the Sambo words were spoken, Jiuying raised his hand to interrupt:
"A little mana, the deity can still afford it. There is still much to be done next. How can you do it if you don't recover quickly?"
"Yes, master!"
Sambo looked grateful with a grateful expression on his face.
"Nairo came back and looked at him, I'm afraid the loss is not small. You have to deal with it, this elixir can be regarded as compensation for him." Jiuying suddenly opened her mouth, her fingers bounced, and a dark bottle flew over.
"Yes, master!"
Sambo did not sense the breath of Naraku, but he absolutely believed in the words of his master.
Stepping out, a moment later, a stream of light suddenly emerged from the ground.
call out!
The ugly figure of the thin clown appeared in front of the Tianxiang carriage.
"Master Sambo? Lord Sambo, are you back?" Nairou stunned, apparently did not expect to meet Sambo here.
Immediately after, Naraku's face became extremely ugly and hard to hide.
"Why did Lord Three Treasure leave the black stiff? The hundreds of people of the villain were killed by him."
"Hmm!" Sambo snorted. He was extremely disliked by the Shijie people. If it wasn't for the owner's current need to use them, Sambo would even see one kill one for such a mean creature.
"Does the deity need to explain to you?" Sambo rolled his eyes.
Nairou's face rose ugly and changed continuously, but in the end he sighed, lowered his head, and expressed a respectful expression on his face:
"Master Sanbao is angry, small words collide, please forgive me."
The other side apologized, and Sambo kept on. After all, in Jiuying's plan. These stone golems are still useful.
"The deity is not that stiff opponent. He suffered some injuries. Thanks to his master's shot, he has just recovered. The loss master on your side knows that this bottle of elixir is a compensation to you. With your strength and status, Some more people can be transferred to assist the owner. "
With a wave of Sambo's robe, he threw the small bottle over.
Nairo's eyes brightened, and he reached for it. Open it and look, there is an ecstatic expression on his face immediately.
"Master Jiuying is wise! It is an honor for my family to be able to work for Jiuying."
Nero's performance caused Sambo's disdain for a while.
...
In the depths of the hundreds of thousands of mountains far away, among the vast underground rock formations, a palm-sized mansion is exquisite and exquisite.
Human Zhang Yang and zombie Zhang Yang sat cross-legged.
Between the two. Mana floated down. The Fucang sword floats in the air, a faint cyan sword is swallowed, and it slowly rotates, a picture full of fairy tales.
The forehead of the human Zhang Yang and the zombie Zhang Yang were continuously released with consciousness and invaded the Fucang sword.
Zhang Yang can clearly feel a peculiar consciousness in Fucang Jian, this consciousness does not have much exclusion for himself.
What Zhang Yang has to do now. It is using the power of the soul to keep in touch with it and try to communicate with it.
The consciousness of Fu Cang's sword spirit is not even comparable to the IQ of a three-year-old child. In Zhang Yang's view, it is simply too much.
The strength of Zhang Yang's soul is constantly invading, communicating ...
This process is extremely long. Fortunately, as a practitioner. The last thing Zhang Yang lacks is patience.
Time passes by.
For Zhang Yang, the most important thing right now. Is to let Fu Cangjian recognize the Lord.
Outside, after decades of migration. The beast tide finally stepped out of the 100,000 mountains and began to make contact with the Terran Defense Line.
The first one to step out of the 100,000 Mountains was undoubtedly the Bone Chewing Tribe.
Humans gathered a large number of monks and forged a strong defensive formation.
The beast tide was raging, like a black flood, which constantly hit this defensive front.
There are even more powerful Qiqi fields. Only when human beings gather tens of thousands of monks can they immobilize their respective Qi engines and fight against the Qiqi field.
Once the number is less than a thousand, the fight becomes unsustainable.
The battle on the ground was choppy, and in the sky was another battle.
Six white-bearded old men suspended in the air, facing a gorgeous carriage a hundred miles away.
On this carriage, a burly giant stood on the front of the carriage, pretending to be a big man.
"Nine babies, isn't it worthwhile for us to come out and meet with some of the old guys?" Said the first of the six old men.
"Is it the name of the host that you can call out directly? Wanting to see the host of my family, it's not enough for you to rely on only a few of you." Sambo was furious.
"Hahaha, does it mean that the famous nine babies don't even have the courage to fight with us?"
Huh!
The figure flashed, and a charming maid appeared beside Sambo. A burly and majestic, a charming and petite, complement each other.
"Disgrace my master, die!" The maid Tankou slightly opened, just saying these words, stepping on the carriage with both feet, the whole person flashed lightly, and rushed towards the six old men.
Sambo was also in shape, and dispatched almost at the same time.
The moment the two left Tianxiang's carriage, the six old men also shot, one after another determined, and emptied in front of them.
call--
A large yellow net, facing toward the two treasures.
broken!
The flamboyant maid's hand flashed a light ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but it was a silver urn, which crossed a white light.
Huh!
With a sound, the big net on the way had been pierced through a huge opening.
咻咻
The two figures flashed, and Sambo and the beautiful maid had taken the opportunity to break through and continued to rush towards the six old men.
Hum--
The big yellow net did not stagnate in any way, and continued to go to the carriage of Tianxiang.
"Not good! We're doing it, their target is the master." The charming maid showed a slight frown, and her figure was sluggish.
Two people with Sambo are about to return to defense. How can the six people opposite give them a chance? Treasures were sacrificed in succession, and streamers slashed at them. (To be continued ...)
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