Counterattack Xiaoxian

Fat Dada's face showed a look of satisfaction, his body disintegrated one after another, and the sand slid down like pearls and jade, returning to the earth.

Ji Lingchu happened to watch this scene when he arrived. He was so excited that he couldn't suppress it. He thought to himself that this old man's life was too miserable. God might as well have let him die more than ten years earlier. Otherwise, why would this happen?

The saint calmed down before him, and ordered the surviving attendants to lead the believers to move forward. Then she said to Ji Lingchu: "You should also take Huazang and leave, and never come back again."

Ji Lingchu could feel the pain in her heart, and just as he was about to offer words of comfort, he suddenly heard Na Zhenxiang let out a scream.

Looking back, I saw that the black tide had reached within a thousand meters, and I could clearly see that they were black ants the size of rice grains.

These black ants have a metallic luster all over their bodies, with bulging waists and thin claws like steel. They enter the eyes in layers, and the piles are more than a foot high, like the waves lapping, gnawing away all the vegetation, flesh and bones along the way.

Human beings were so insignificant and powerless in front of them. Ji Lingchu eagerly grabbed the saint's hand and said, "We still have time to leave now."

But the Saint hid away, looking at the black tide, her slender shoulders looked extremely determined at the moment, she said: "You know what the responsibility of my birth is."

Ji Lingchu's face turned red. Of course he knew that this woman valued the people who protected her more than her own life.

But...but, God wants to destroy you. It's not your fault, and you can't stop it!

But he couldn't say these words, so he could only hold her hand tenaciously, trying to take her away. Unexpectedly, he successfully held it in his hand this time. That little hand was so gentle!

The saint showed a rare tender smile, took out a pendant and hung it around his neck, and said softly to him: "Don't be stupid again in the future. If we can meet again, I am willing to accompany you to see the scenery of the world, just like The kind of fireworks you were talking about.”

Just as Ji Lingchu was about to say more, he was suddenly caught in a spider web and thrown far away along with Hua Zang and Na Zhenxiang.

After doing this, the saint stepped forward to face the ant tide, and sang a song in a low voice. The song gradually became louder and farther away, floating in the mountains and fields like a bell, and her figure was like a fairy walking in the world, making people unable to take their eyes away...

"Spirit Summoning Technique!" Ji Lingchu didn't break free for a while and sighed softly.

The ant tide also seemed to be attracted by this mysterious singing, and they all gathered towards her.

The yellow light on the saint's body was like water. These black ants could not reenter after reaching three inches. They could only climb up and gradually submerged her body. After a while, they formed a black ball.

Later, the black ants climbed up again, piling up layer by layer in an endless stream. Looking from a distance, a giant ball was spinning sharply in place, and finally reached the size of a mountain peak, and the singing inside was inaudible.

"Mengmeng!" Ji Lingchu finally tore through the cobweb, rushed over and punched the giant ball violently. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he slashed with his knife again, but it was a drop in the bucket and of no avail.

At this time, a white light flashed from the top of the nearby cliff, and a figure landed on the giant ball.

The man held a thin and long short stick in his hand, and then tapped the top of the ball with the short stick, causing the giant ball to slow down.

After a few more turns, the surface of the giant ball turned a dazzling white color, and the entire ball was actually frozen. Then it cracked into four petals with a "crash" and collapsed suddenly.

Ji Ling was dumbfounded when he saw the whole process at first. He knew the man, and he was somewhat familiar with it. He was the old drunkard Fu Bo who was always hungover.

Uncle Fu has simply changed into a different person, the aura of poverty in his body has disappeared, replaced by the appearance of a peerless strong man, not domineering, but with self-confidence that crushes everything.

Ji Lingchu had long suspected that he was hiding deeply, but he did not expect that he was a needle in the sea.

The saint also fell to the ground. It seemed that she struggled several times and fell again. She must have been seriously injured.

Just when Ji Lingchu was about to help her, the white shadow flashed and he picked up the saint and flew away.

"Hey! Old guy, where are you going to arrest people?" Ji Lingchu shouted angrily and loudly.

"Take the saint home and forget about her. She is someone you can't have." The white shadow disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a sentence without beginning or end.

"I'm so old, but I'm still so vindictive." Ji Chu didn't believe a word he said, and could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Back in Choiyu Street, Ji Lingchu once joked that he was the one he would never get, but he never expected that he would hold his grudge to this day.

At this speed, he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to. After looking at the unconscious Hanazang and the confused Nazhenxiang, he couldn't help but give up the idea.

But the result was okay. With such a great master here, there was no need to fear that the saint's life would be in danger.

Besides, Fu Bo wouldn't do anything inappropriate. He was convinced that this old drunkard liked men, so if the saint fell into his hands, he wouldn't have to worry about that kind of thing at least.

Another giant beast came running in the distance. Ji Lingchu didn't even have time to take a closer look at the pendant on his chest, so he led two people to chase forward, and met up with the large army again several miles away.

The escape team trekked along the deepest valley of Banbi Cliff, and at the end of the valley was the Spider King Cave.

The group of people were covered in scars and were really exhausted, but they had no choice but to hold on in order to survive.

When they were only a thousand meters away from the Spider King's Cave, everyone unleashed their last bit of potential, crawling around and accelerating towards that side. But hundreds of brightly colored flying centipedes with wings flew out from both sides of the canyon.

These centipedes are less than one foot in size and can be as large as two to three meters in length. The wing membranes on their backs are crystal clear and they have thousands of legs, like rows of hooks. They are extremely ferocious. Those with a body length of more than one foot have shining golden patterns on them. It is unknown what level they are. beast.

The flying centipede appeared suddenly, and immediately pounced down, grabbed the body with its giant feet, and sucked people's brains. Hundreds of people were poisoned on the spot. The crowd dispersed, some ran desperately towards the entrance of the cave, and some hid everywhere. There was really no time to run away. I had to lie down on the spot.

Some people rose up to resist, but these ferocious beasts were beyond the power of ordinary people. Swords, guns, swords and sticks could only damage their fur, and many people were killed or injured.

Ji Lingchu was caught off guard, and in a hurry he could only charge towards the place where the insects were most densely populated. He used all his spiritual power and slashed down dozens of them with the light of his sword.

But some fell to the ground but survived, and continued to attack them. The eight-foot Howling Wind Armor cut these whiskers into pieces in a flash.

This object has extremely strong vitality. After being broken into several pieces, it still twitches violently and rolls around on the ground. The person entangled in it will be seriously injured in an instant.