The cold wind picked up the dry grass and swirled on the official road.
Qian Dagui was puffing out his cheeks and blowing fire, and a layer of goosebumps instinctively appeared on the skin on the back of his neck.
That was the instinctive reaction of being locked by death Aura. His fat body was as stiff as Shitou, his mind went blank, the three rapidly amplifying cold lights reflected in his pupils, and even the cry for help was stuck in his throat.
It's over, this time I really want to expose my five-flowered body in the wilderness.
At this critical moment.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Sparks flew everywhere, and three crisp sounds connected in a line.
The Golden Coin Brocade Robe on Qian Dagui, which looked so tacky, was actually flowing with real golden light at this moment.
Those gold threads are not decorative, but are woven with Geng Gold, mixed with Western Regions Silkworm Silk. The pattern of each copper coin is a miniature Vajra Body Protection Array.
Three poisonous arrows capable of piercing through hundred-forged iron armor hit the golden light. The arrow shafts instantly broke due to the huge kinetic energy, and the broken arrows fell powerlessly into the dust.
"Protective clothing?!"
An uncontrollable exclamation came from behind the hill on the right.
The eyes of the leading scout were full of disbelief. The thickness of the golden light on this fat man was simply unbelievable. How much money did it take to build up this defense?
"Oh my god!" Qian Dagui's legs went weak, and his whole body collapsed on the ground like a deflated rubber ball.
He groped his chest randomly to make sure there were no more holes, and then he gasped for breath. "Dad was scared to death! I just said that I would burn a few more sticks of incense in front of Mr. Patriarch before I went out, and I would also like to thank the old man for putting on this Myriad Treasure Golden Silk Armor that was at the bottom of the box for me."
"Stop howling."
Fang Mo stood on the side of the carriage, his eyelids drooped, not looking at the frightened fat man. A faint blue light flowed in his left eye, and his sight penetrated the yellow sand in the sky and locked on the lonely hill on the right.
"Iron Bull, it's time to get to work."
Iron Bull, who was repairing his car, slowly stood up straight.
Iron Bull, who was playing with the wheel, straightened up.
With this movement, it seemed as if a sleeping Fierce Beast was awakening in his body.
The original honest and dull temperament was gone, and the bones all over his body made a series of crunching sounds like exploding beans.
Iron Bull stepped back hard with his right foot, the ground trembled, and a deep pit was created in the hard loess official road.
With the force of the earth's counter-tremor, he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and his spine turned over like a dragon, concentrating all the strength of his body on his right arm.
"Drink!"
There was a low roar, like the sound of muffled thunder.
Iron Bull The half-section of the axle came out of his hand.
"Hoo--!"
The shrill sonic boom instantly resounded through the wilderness, and the air was violently pushed away, forming a white wave visible to the naked eye.
The axle rotated at high speed in the air, turning into a black angry dragon, carrying terrifying kinetic energy that could destroy mountains and mountains, crossing hundreds of steps and heading towards the hill.
The three archers behind the hill only felt that the sky above their heads had dimmed.
"No! Get away!"
Before the leading scout finished shouting the warning, he was completely overwhelmed by the sudden destructive power.
Boom--!
The loud noise made people's eardrums hurt, and smoke and dust rose several feet high.
The half of the axle did not stop due to the impact. It carried unrivaled potential energy and smashed the huge rock where the three people were hiding into pieces.
If the rock is like this, the people hiding behind it are even more miserable.
Blood Mist is mixed with minced meat and Bone Dregs, and a coquettish and cruel blood flower blooms on this piece of Wasteland.
"What is this Monster?!"
Deep in Dead Forest on the left, Old Woman, who had been dormant, had his eyes twitching wildly, and his skinny fingers tightly clasped the snake-head staff in his hand.
To be able to create such a momentum by just throwing dead objects with the power of the physical body, this brute force has at least reached a thousand levels. What kind of fool is this? He is clearly Fierce Beast wearing Human Skin, or even Body Cultivator who specializes in physical sanctification.
"It's a tough idea, withdraw!"
Old Woman made a prompt decision. This kind of pure violence was the most restrained to Heretical Sects who played with poisonous insects and evil spirits.
She pulled up the weird man next to him who was covered in bandages, and retreated violently, trying to escape under the cover of the trees.
"Benefactor Now that we are here, why bother to leave in a hurry?"
A feminine voice sounded in her ear.
Old Woman's body froze, and the hairs all over her body stood on end. She looked up and saw that above the bare treetops, the Great Red Monk Robe was flapping in the wind.
Jie Se Monk I don't know when I was standing on the other side, with one foot on the fragile branch, and my body was undulating in the wind, like a ghost.
"You two Benefactor have too much murderous intention, which is also a kind of obsession. It is better to let the poor monk save you two and achieve bliss together."
Jie Se's wrist shook slightly, and a withered wild flower twirled between his fingers instantly shattered.
Dust scattered all over the sky, turning into a dreamlike pink mist in the wind.
The mist was not choking, but instead carried an extremely sweet Strange Fragrance, penetrating into the two people's orifices.
"Joyful Zen is poisonous! You are Blissful Demonic Monk!"
Old Woman let out a shrill scream and slammed the snake-headed stick in his hand on the ground. A stream of smelly black smoke spewed out from the ground, trying to disperse the pink mist.
However, the pink mist was like maggots attached to the bones, refusing to disperse when encountering the black smoke. Instead, it followed the black smoke and invaded even more rapidly.
Just counting interest.
What came from the forest was no longer the sound of fighting, but the sound of gasping and moaning that made people blush.
Fang Mo stood beside the carriage, with no intention of taking action.
Just leave these trash fish to your subordinates to deal with.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the smell of Corpse Odor hidden at the end that has been silent.
The wind has changed.
A strong and suffocating smell of Corpse Odor, mixed with the smell of beasts, swept from the depths of Black Wind Ridge.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a layer of white frost instantly condensed on the dead grass on the ground.
"Ho--!!!"
A tiger roar that shook the forest came from the depths of Black Wind Ridge.
The roar was mixed with rolling Yao Qi, and the fishy wind blew against the face, causing the surrounding trees to sway.
A huge Black Shadow crashed into several large trees as thick as each other's arms, carrying billowing black smoke, and came closer after a few ups and downs.
The dust dispersed, revealing a giant black tiger that was as big as a buffalo.
But there's something wrong with Black Tiger.
Most of the Skin and Fur on its body fell off, revealing the purple-black muscle texture underneath. A large hole was opened in its abdomen, and its internal organs were long gone. Instead, there were cavities filled with antiseptic spices and highly toxic talismans.
A few white ribs were exposed through the skin, and were covered with densely packed Runes.
On the back of the tiger, sitting cross-legged was a Daoist dressed in tattered Daoist Robe.
That Daoist had a haggard face, his skin stuck tightly to his bones, his eyes were sunken and gray-white. He was obviously a living dead who had been living with corpses all year round.
He holds a pitch-black Soul-Snatching Bell in his hand. Every time he shakes it, the Corpse Qi on Zombie Tiger will surge.
"The remnants of the Corpse Exorcists?"
The blue light in Fang Mo's eyes pierced through the skin of Daoist, and he saw the filthy but huge Death Qi inside his body.
Daoist did not answer, but just stared at Fang Mo coldly, the bell in his hand shaking rapidly.
"Dingle bell--"
The zombie Black Tiger roared, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a stream of thick Corpse Poison black smoke, rushing towards Fang Mo and the others.
"Seventh Squad Fang Mo, your life will be taken by me!"
Daoist's voice was hoarse and harsh, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing together.
"Take my life?"
Fang Mo smiled.
He stepped forward, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward to face the terrifying Zombie Tiger.