I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

Qi Wufei felt a mountain hit him, his whole body trembled, his chest felt tight, and he almost vomited blood.

He secretly rejoiced, feeling that he still underestimated the enemy.If it wasn't for the fact that the plague messenger was injured, if it wasn't for the fact that the other party didn't want the magic weapon and the spell, if it wasn't for the fact that I just absorbed 20 merits and broke through to the strength of the sixth rank, it would have been scrapped just now, even the bones It's hard to say whether I can stay or not.

Before the first wisp of black mist dissipated, the second ghost of mist had already arrived.

Then came the third, fourth..., like a zombie army, desperately bumping into the flying shields.

boom boom boom...

Qi Wufei stood there, as if someone was hitting his chest with a big hammer at a frequency of 120 times per second.

There was a trace of surprise in Pan Zimo's eyes, he did not expect Qi Wufei to be so powerful.Originally, he did not support Qi Jifei's battle plan in his heart, because the key to the success of the plan was Qi Jifei's ability to withstand the first attack of the plague messenger, and for the subsequent counterattack, this wave of resistance was completely completed by Qi Jifei himself, rather than using The five-element array combines the power of everyone.

Thousands of mist shadows rushed forward, and no one moved except for flying together.

When all these fog and shadows collided on the shield armor, the real body of the plague messenger rushed over with a sneer: "Hahahaha, not bad, boy, you are really famous, but it's a pity, ants are just ants after all..."

At this moment, Fa Zhou made a move.

The relic was thrown from his hand, and landed among the plague messengers flying and floating over, suddenly bursting with golden light, covering the plague messengers.

"Huh..." The plague messenger was taken aback, and then laughed, "Hahaha, there is actually a Buddha bone relic, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, is this a treasure for me? Hahaha..."

The Buddha bone turned into a lotus platform, and a golden Buddha statue sat on the lotus platform, with a solemn appearance.

Although the plague envoy was covered by the golden light, he was not in a hurry.His body was blocked by the golden light and he couldn't move forward. He stretched out his hand slowly. His arm gradually grew longer, like a black ramen, with a palm on his head. He walked slowly through the golden light, as if he wanted to go through the golden light and grab it. relic.

Fa Zhou quickly sat down cross-legged, knocked on the bowl, and chanted the Buddha's mantra incessantly.But in such an instant, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his whole body trembled.And looking at the black fog hand, although the movement has slowed down a bit, it is still moving forward, and will soon touch the body of the Buddha statue.

Yuanjue hurriedly sat behind Fazhou, put his palms on the back of Fazhou, and passed the mana through. Yuan Xiaobao, Xiaoqing, Duanmuwei, and Qu Wanqing followed suit, passing the mana through relays. Dharma boat.Everyone knows that whether Fazhou can persevere is the key to victory or defeat.

At the same time, the Five Elements Formation was in operation, and Duanmu Bowen, Ren Chunxiao and Kun Nu also made moves.

With the help of the power of the formation, the three used what they had learned all their lives to launch a fierce blow.Both Duanmu Bowen and Ren Chunxiao are masters of the sixth rank, while Kunnu can always reach the fifth rank, but his swordsmanship is as good as that of the gods.The three of them flew up from the formation, Duanmu Bowen's cigarette stick turned into a black light, like an oolong sailing out to sea, while Ren Chunxiao and Kun Nu descended from the sky like flying phoenixes.

The three of them rushed into the golden light of the relic, and charged at the slow-moving plague messenger covered by the golden light with unrivaled vigor.

At this time, there was only one Pan Zimo left in the Five Elements Formation who hadn't made a move yet, but the sword in his hand was glowing red.

The plague envoy sneered: "Pearls of rice grains, dare to shine!"

One hand continued to reach out to Shariputra, and the other hand was raised, turning into a cloud of black mist to block in front of him.

Seeing that the three of them were about to crash into the black mist, Pan Zimo moved at this moment.

The sword in his hand had turned red, as if it had been burned in a furnace.

The moment he drew his sword up, the sword body released a dazzling red light, cascading down like a waterfall, enveloping his body.The man and the sword rose into the air together, like a rising sun.

With a ruthless sword, within ten miles, all vitality is lost.

It's a pity that this place is inside a cave, and you can't see the spectacular scene of sword Qi invincible for ten miles.But even so, the room was filled with red light, and the water-thick poisonous peaks that originally filled the cave retreated sharply, like insects whose tentacles were burned by fire.

The cave was completely clear, only the raging flames remained, and even the golden light emitted by the relics was somewhat covered by it.

The black mist in the golden light, the body of the plague walker, looks particularly dark and profound in the red light, like a decayed god statue in a prostitution temple.When the scorching sun burned, the old mildew stains melted like paint, flowing on the distorted god's face, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Then, that round of red sun, like a sun before its death, erupted into dazzling red spots, like splashing countless molten iron in a boiling red iron furnace.The molten iron condensed into a sword, and all the swords were fired at the plague messenger.

The Plague Messenger finally changed his countenance, and there was such an imperceptible panic in his ferociousness: "Half a step to heaven, but you are only half a step after all, half a step away is the gap between heaven and earth!"

His body shrank sharply, turning into a black mist ball, but because of the involvement of the relic's golden light, his movements were still slow after all.

The red sword shot into the black mist ball one by one, and the mist was like cold water meeting hot iron, making a whistling sound.

Knowing that the time had come, Qi Wufei put away the Chengying Sword, took out the Xiaolian, stood still, and used the Killing Sword Art.

Xiao Lianjian, who was invisible in the night, immediately condensed a thick layer of ice on the sword.

The nearby causes quickly gathered, centered on Xiaolian's sword body, the air of the sun gathered, and became more and more dignified, the whole cave became cold, and the cave walls were covered with white frost.

The ice on Xiaolian's sword gathered more and more, and the blade became more and more backward and longer, and soon became an ice sword with a thickness of two inches, a width of half a foot, and a length of several meters.

"This is... Taiyin Sword Qi!" The plague messenger hiding in the black mist ball finally felt terrified.

He wanted to escape, but the golden light restricted his movement. The wound he had suffered from the magic whip hadn't healed yet, and he couldn't exert his full strength, while the sun-shielding sword energy kept attacking him.

He watched helplessly as the huge ice sword slashed at him.

boom--

When ice and fire are intertwined, the scorching sun and solid ice burst together, and the fire and ice shoot randomly...

A powerful mana storm surged in the small space.

Fa Zhou quickly withdrew the relic and covered his people with golden light to prevent everyone from being hurt.

At this time, Kunnu, Ren Chunxiao and Duanmu Bowen who attacked earlier had retreated.In the whole plan, they were just a feint to attract the attention of the plague envoy and create conditions for Pan Zimo.And Pan Zimo created conditions for Qi Wufei.

The Killing Sword Jue exhausted Qi Fly's mana, and at this moment, he almost collapsed to the ground.

Similarly, the ruthless sword also exhausted Pan Zimo's mana. When the scorching sun was extinguished, the sword in his hand drooped and he could no longer lift it.

People's hearts were pounding until the ice and fire dissipated, and the clarity reappeared.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the plague messenger was dead, suddenly the ground surged like a wave, and a thin piece of black paper was lifted up, standing up instantly, turning into a human-shaped mist .

There are countless cracks on the Wuying man's body, like wounds, and the mist in the wounds is more dense, rolling, like pus and blood oozing out.

"Hahahaha..." Wu Ying laughed wildly, even though he was embarrassed and his voice was a little incoherent, he was still alive, which was enough to make people tremble, "So you want to kill me? Dreaming! Now, it's my turn You guys!"

His body trembled, and he slowly stretched out his arms, reaching out to the exhausted and powerless people.

And at this moment, a figure appeared behind him. That person looked darker than the black mist, but it was so solid, not false at all.

Holding a wooden whip in his hand, he smashed it on the head of the plague messenger without hesitation.

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Chapter 660 The gods have no brains

The whip made a sound of piercing the air, and hit the fog with a whir.

The mist billowed.

Then, people heard a crunching sound, like a piece of jade falling to the ground, crisp and bright...

Qi Wufei had already held the talisman in his hand, and the spell had already reached his throat. As soon as the plague messenger rushed over, he would throw the talisman out.

But after hearing the crisp sound, he knew it was unnecessary.

He put away the talisman and sat down on the ground.

The sword just now exhausted his strength, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

He saw Pan Zimo sitting on the ground like him.

The two smiled at each other.

Everyone else is about the same.

Although it was only an instant from when Qi Wufei shot the first sword to now, the process in between was extremely thrilling and complicated.Everyone did their best, including Fazhou and the people who gave Fazhou the magic power.

Except for Brother Pingtou who was a little curious and at a loss, standing behind everyone with his front paws against the wall of the cave, no one could stand up easily.

Fan Wujiu was panting heavily, the hand holding the magic whip was still shaking slightly.

The plague bringer lay on the ground.

The black mist cleared away quickly, and Qi Wufei finally saw his real body.

He didn't look like the devil in his imagination, he was wearing a blue thick shirt, his body was neither fat nor thin, his face was fair, his long hair was parted on both sides, and he had a somewhat decent temperament.

Fan Wujiu used the tip of the magic whip to pluck the plague messenger's hair.

"Old Fan, be careful!" Qi Wufei said.

The hair was pushed aside, revealing the shattered skull inside, and with a light touch, half of the head fell into pieces.

There is nothing in my mind, like a bowl.

"Fuck, is this guy out of his mind?" Fan Wujiu asked in surprise.

"He's a celestial being, and his brain has already turned into jade. The so-called blood into white ointment is just fine nectar and jade liquid." Pan Zimo said.

"Then how does he think?"

"soul."

"So that's what Master said!" Fan Wujiu muttered.

"What did your master say?" Qi Wufei was very interested in Fan Wujiu's mysterious master.

Fan Wujiu said: "Master said that the gods have no brains. I always thought he was just saying that the gods are stupid, but I didn't expect the gods to be really brainless."

Qi Wufei didn't know this before, but he found it interesting when he thought about it, so he looked at Pan Zimo, he was the only one who was the closest to a fairy here.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Pan Zimo asked.

Qi Wufei curled his lips and looked away.

Fan Wujiu didn't care, and asked: "You are a half-step fairy, is half of your brain broken?"

Pan Zimo was stunned for a while, then said, "Almost."

Seeing that Pan Zimo was not angry, everyone relaxed and smiled.

The flat-headed brother who was standing against the wall also bared his teeth and laughed inexplicably.

Qi Wufei couldn't laugh, looking at the corpse of the plague messenger on the ground, he frowned tightly.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Xiaoqing asked.

"Don't you think it's too simple?" Qi Wufei said.

"What's too simple?"

"Defeat the Plaguebringer."

People fell silent, carefully recalling the process just now.

"It seems quite simple." Fan Wujiu said.

"How can it be?" Xiaoqing retorted, "It was almost defeated, okay? All of us did our best! Although the plague messenger is a fairy, he was injured by the Liudaomu fairy, and he underestimated the enemy. Senior brother's tactics are properly arranged to win, why is it so simple?"

Qi Wufei shook his head, looked at Pan Zimo and asked, "Brother Pan, what do you think?"