Seriously, cultivate a fairy

Chapter 217 Just kidding, how could I let you go, it's too late for me to kill you

The four members of the underground Taobao squad cooperated very well to maintain a triangle formation, followed behind the captain Bao Zhengzheng, and ran at full speed towards the place where the sound of the battle was heard.

"Biu—Biu—Biu!!!"

"Da da da da da da.!!!"

When they arrived at the scene of the battle, they were surprised to find that they didn't know this group of people at all.

I saw a large group of rough men with bloody pustules all over their bodies. They set up their low-level magic weapons one after another, and fired various colorful spiritual powers from the head of the magic weapon one after another. Flick, hitting social geese the size of a wardrobe.

This simple way of attacking with spiritual power is very common and common in the world of cultivating immortals.

Obviously, this group of rough men did not come from any famous sect.

And when Bao Zhengzheng saw that what these rough men were facing was the social geese who had brought him a shadow of childhood, he was so scared that the frying pan in his hand almost fell to the ground.

I'm an old swan!

The social geese one after another were forced back again and again by the bullets of spiritual power, but what they never expected was that these social geese had allies!

A large group of flying leeches hiding in the dark caught the right moment and flew towards a thick man in a dense and creepy formation. They all opened their mouths and opened their semicircular jaws. The piece penetrated into the rough man's skin, and then sucked the blood of the rough man.

"Wang Defa!!!"

A middle-aged man wearing a cloak and a blindfold on his left eye let out an exclamation when he saw this scene.

When he raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at the burly man covered by flying leeches, and was about to fire a spiritual bullet, those flying leeches flew away with a 'buzz'.

And that rough man named Wang Defa has turned into a mummy, still the kind of dead.

The flying leeches that had eaten their fill once again formed a formation in the air, and then began to look for other targets that could be exploited.

Today, there are only eleven or two people left on the battlefield, and there are more than a dozen people who have been sucked dry and turned into mummified corpses lying on the ground. This is not counting those who were eaten by social geese. It was too tragic.

A young man holding a three-pronged fork as a magic weapon gritted his teeth and said to the one-eyed middle-aged man when he saw the plight of his companions who were being sucked dry one by one on the ground: "Village chief, we can't hold on anymore!" Let's go, village chief"

"Retreat? I ordered the retreat half an hour ago, didn't you hear it?"

The one-eyed village head revealed an angry expression in his only eye, and said sharply: "It seems that we will have to pay a price to break through this group of beasts that eat people and don't spit out their bones. Even if we die, we will die." Die with dignity, never compromise, never give up, kill kill kill!!!"

A giant social goose seemed to be stimulated by the words of the village head of the one-eyed dragon, and it ran over with flapping wings, biting the head of the village head of the one-eyed dragon with its indestructible duckbill.

"BiuBiuBiu!!!" The Cyclops village head held a long gun and fired three super-powerful bullets into the mouth of the society goose.

The white turbid spiritual energy bullets gushed out from the tip of the gun, and shot directly through the head of the giant social goose in front of him!

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Just when the Cyclops Village Chief wiped out a giant social goose by himself, he saw a flying leech hovering high in the sky. The defending Cyclops village head attacked.

"Village Chief, be careful behind your back!!!!"

After discovering the emergency, the remaining eleven villagers wanted to use their guns to launch spiritual bullets to break up the attacking formation of the group of flying leeches in the sky, but they were caught in front of them. The giant social geese were pinned down, but they had no choice but to remind their leaders through solidarity.

But the head of the Cyclops village heard the reminders from the villagers, and when he was about to evade and fight back, he suddenly discovered that the social goose whose head had been pierced by his own white cloudy spiritual energy bullets had actually closed his eyes when he was about to die. He opened his mouth and bit his spear tightly.

This is terrible, no matter how hard the village chief Cyclops pulls out the spear, he can only choose to give up the spear to avoid the flying leeches attacking him from behind.

However, if he escaped this blow, what should he do with the next blow?
How about the unarmed Cyclops Village Chief to stop the next wave of flying leeches?

Facing the black cloud of flying leeches flying towards him, the village chief Cyclops showed a hint of despair on his face.

Just when he thought he was going to die, he saw that it was snowing in the sky.

It's really strange, why does this barren mountain have white snow in this season?And the snowflakes are a bit dense, it can be said that in just a moment, his whole body has been covered with snowflakes, and he has become a snowman.

"Crackling, beeping, beeping, beeping."

But seeing hordes of flying leeches, they jumped on the one-eyed dragon village head who turned into a snowman in summer without hesitation, and began to fall from him in less than three seconds, followed by bursts of leeches. There was a crisp little explosion, as if someone lit a firecracker here, as festively.

"quack."

"buzzing"

The flying leeches hidden in the dark began to stir up, and the group of giant social geese on the battlefield also raised their vigilance.

As alien beasts, they can sense that there are new enemies nearby.

No, not just new enemies, but new storms.

A hurricane appeared out of nowhere and swept the flying leeches hiding in the dark, sucking them all into the storm. After a while, another familiar sound of firecrackers could be heard in the air.

"quack"

A giant social goose that looks like a leader actually started to issue orders to other giant social geese.

However, when the other giant social geese hadn't followed their orders to start a new round of attack, only three magic weapons fell from the sky and hit three places with powerful spiritual power.

An apple-green light flashed, and in an instant, three giant society geese were pierced through their heads.

A young man with a beard on his chin stood on top of the corpse of a society goose, and with a sudden retraction of his right hand, he retracted the flying dragon claws emitting apple-green light from the corpse of the society goose below.

The flying dragon claws and the rope were covered with the blood of alien beasts. Hu Bayi looked coldly at the group of social geese looking towards him on the field, without the slightest sign of fear, only that the indicators of alien beasts for today and tomorrow should be the same. There is.

In the other direction, three giant social geese flapping their wings and about to burst into flames. After being streaked by a golden circular light, the bodies of the three giant social geese were directly cut into several pieces.

Sha Liyang also descended from the sky, caught the still rotating golden circular light, and saw a golden bone relic umbrella in her hand.

The last direction caused a lot of commotion, because a giant social goose was unlucky and wanted to escape when the situation was not good, but was hit directly by an orange light falling from the sky, and then the whole goose fell into the ground 20 rice.

"It's really not enough to kill one head!"

As Wang Pangzai said, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw an orange light rushing out of the 20-meter-deep pit, and then returned to Wang Pangzai's hand.

But what he saw was a shovel in his hand, which was the ancestral magic weapon passed down from generation to generation by Wang Pangzai, the Huntian Shovel.

Ordinary immortals would never be able to afford this Hunting Shovel, only Wang Pangzai's Wang clan bloodline, who had been approved by this Hunting Shovel, could afford it.

Why does the setting of this instrument sound familiar?

(End of this chapter)