It doesn't matter if Xiao Bao goes crazy. It doesn't matter if Xiao Bao kills his father or even touches the ancestral graves.
But if Xiaobao keeps talking nonsense like this, exposing all the secrets of the famous people in the village, and all the scandals are related to that damn old man, will everyone be able to see each other again in the future?
Who dares to say whether there is something scandalous about the carpenter or not?
"This beast is hopeless. Kill him!"
"I never imagined that Lao Bao would raise such an evil beast! We in Tantou Village are really in great misfortune. My ancestors, please show your spirit and take this beast away!"
Xiaobao laughed wildly: "What? Can't you listen anymore? Are you afraid that I will reveal the privacy of each of your families?"
"You want to see your ancestors so much? Then I will make it happen for you!"
"I'm afraid that you won't be able to recognize your ancestors when they walk in front of you."
Although Xiaobao had been talking before, the movements of his hands did not stop. Suddenly, he opened his arms, uttered a few words of bird language that no one could understand, and roared loudly.
"Come on, in the name of Master Shuzu, come out to meet your descendants and take them all away!"
Seeing the undead army actually playing this new trick, Tong Feifei finally felt a little better.
It’s just that I don’t think there was a word in my mind that a mountain is not as low as a mountain. The weird tree obviously didn’t remind me of that. Having said that, even if it reminded me, I might not remember it, let alone take it to heart.
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Therefore, Xiaozhi was less modest that time: "Leader, what's the conspiracy of that piece of shit Da Bao? What the hell, let's capture the thief first. If I control those little skeleton armies, what's the deal?"
After killing the big bag, those undead souls can return to rest outside the cemetery?"
Everything about cleaning up the house was suddenly forgotten in the sky.
As he spoke, Da Bao swung the seven fingers of his hands inward, and countless red blood beads spread crazily towards Qi Shang, turning into a rain of blood all over the sky and pouring towards the heads of those people.
That's not interesting at all. Beating up the undead army just now was like eating beans. It was too difficult and didn't pose any threat to me.
That guy is indeed crazy, but he is also tough. He doesn't have absolute strength to play such exciting games.
The speed and learning speed have not decreased, but the strength and physical weakness have increased many times.
Da Bao suddenly let out a long and sad laugh: "Go forward? There is no way to heaven, so they will walk. If there is a door to hell, they will retreat by themselves. Want to leave now? It's too late!"
He calls you fat, as if he has a bad figure. Even if he is not as fat as you, he is still worse if he is thinner, right?
The small army of undead surrounded by seven sides became agitated and crazy when they smelled the bloody smell. They let out blood-curdling roars and attacked from all directions.
When I rushed into the undead army, it was definitely a dimensionality-reducing blow.
Da Bao felt extremely proud when he saw the small army of undead all over the mountains and plains. Especially when he saw the villagers in Tantou Village looking stupid, as if they were scared to death, he felt inexplicably excited.
But Dabao is Lao Dao. I have even heard of Lao Dao's stories, and I also know what the official people mean.
Except for the little tree ancestor whom I blindly worship, everyone else is a humble insect in my opinion. The small army of undead that I summoned cannot defeat us by learning and pine.
But when faced with a top-level awakened person like Tong Feifei who is like a lunatic, his strength is completely impressive. The advantage in numbers is absolutely helpful in crushing him with absolute power.
Tong Feifei chuckled, but he was completely afraid.
Tong Feifei was stimulated by those attacks, and even more aggressively, he rushed into the pile of Arhat bones with a small step, using his fists and feet together, beating the skeletons and undead to the point where they were reduced to pieces.
We had seen the formation of the undead army at Yang Fan Middle School. And the scale was much smaller than that. When we were still weak at that time, under the leadership of Jiang Yue, we fought bloody battles with the undead and finally got out of trouble. .
"Remember, from now on, there will only be one ancestor in the Tantou base. This is not because you are sponsoring someone!"
Nowadays, the small army of the undead with a size of 1,000 to 400 people really stirs up a lot of waves in our hearts.
For many years, madness is the norm. Once mad, one forgets everything and becomes arrogant.
Amidst the tiger's roar, Tong Fatty's body instantly rose up against the wind, directly changing from seven or eight meters to seventy or eighty meters. Tong Fatty's mobility was not greatly affected when he transformed into a giant.
But Da Bao planned to continue talking nonsense, whistling in his mouth, raising his hands strangely to his shoulders, and suddenly opened his seven fingers, and in the distance around me, strange mist appeared faintly.
This overwhelming rain of blood sprayed under the giant air wall, making an astonishing impact sound. The two dark white forces collided. There was no earth-shattering loud noise, but it was more like something was corroding rapidly. , and it also emits a strange and pungent smoke.
These small undead armies have no bones but no flesh and blood. Although they move quickly, they have no muscle support and their explosive power is still a bit weak. On the impact of the evil threads, the skeletons of the skeletons are broken and scattered by the impact.
Facing those ignorant guys, the ancestors still patiently explained.
But even if it is a skeleton, if it is also an ancestor, there may be no other skeletons in the ancestral tomb.
But Da Bao frowned and looked at Wu Fengsha in great surprise: "Okay, damn fat man, his eyes are narrowed to a slit, but his eyesight is wrong. He can't see through your blood ban technique?"
Tong Feifei chuckled: "Brother He, let him take a break and focus on this eldest son who killed his father. I'll leave the rest to you!"
"Go and pay homage to their Limao Doudou. Go and accuse you. He's a descendant of Xiao. Haha, let's see if their ancestors listen to them or you."
Da Bao, on the other hand, has obviously seen too little of the world. Although I am a pervert and even though I have been brainwashed by the weird tree, I am still just one of very few agents.
Wu Fengsha knew that she had been called fat so many times in her life that I had long been immune to those words. Even when the guy on the other side said that to me, I was still amused.
But with my age, mind and level of awakening, there is no certain gap between me and Xie Chun's level. It's just that I have been arrogant for many years, and a newborn calf is afraid of tigers. I always think that I have no strength, and I am afraid of heaven and earth.
Basically, the others are out of sight.
That person was He Jin. My Qi wall was bounded by the ravine drawn by Tong Fei Fei, stretching behind everyone, like a giant curtain spanning two worlds, isolating the two ends.