Chapter 79 Can You Blow My Thousands of Warcraft to Death?
A steady stream of magical beasts came from all directions and gathered at the foot of Toad Mountain.
But the monks at the foot of the mountain were in a miserable state, being massacred crazily.
Screams were heard, mourners filled the fields, and blood dyed the earth red.
This is the home ground of Warcraft, and there are so many of them that the monks have no room to resist.
"What's going on? Why are all the monsters gathered here?"
Huineng and Fan Jingxing, who were collecting herbs at the foot of the mountain, noticed something was wrong and made a quick decision to run up the mountain.
At this moment, they knew very well that they were safe only by Ji Mo's side.
And they also discovered that the violent energy contained in Toad Mountain had disappeared.
The Ancient Soul-Eating Toad absorbed all the energy of the entire mountain, so Toad Mountain is no longer a dangerous place.
The other monks also discovered this, and they all fled towards Toad Mountain.
But hiding in the mountains is just trying to survive. In the end, these monsters will definitely attack the mountains, and all of them will not escape death.
On the top of the mountain.
Ji Mo didn't pay attention to the screams coming from him. He was looking around for the lost toad, but unexpectedly made a shocking discovery.
The entire Toad Mountain is full of cracks and seems chaotic, but in fact there are traces to follow, intertwined with each other, and connected to form a magic circle.
Someone has set up a supreme formation, using Toad Mountain as a carrier, and something unknown is gestating inside it.
This is Bai Emperor's territory, and obviously all this is most likely Bai Emperor's handiwork.
"Could it be that Bai Di, like me, also likes to grow vegetables?"
Ji Mo's curiosity arose spontaneously, and he wanted to know what the legendary White Emperor would plant in the mountains.
Because he had seen through a crack that buried deep in the ground was a blue seed.
Ji Mo looked at the flute in his hand and thought for a while. They were all of the same kind, so he should help.
The Ancient Soul-Eating Toad took advantage of the cover of the demonic energy gushing out from the ground to hide its figure, with bursts of sneer on its face.
His strength has returned to the peak of the Demon Saint Realm, and with the thousands of monsters gathered together, he is confident that he can kill him even if he faces the Spirit Emperor.
He planned to use those monsters as cannon fodder to consume Ji Mo, and then kill them after their spiritual power was exhausted.
After repeated deliberation, the Ancient Soul-Eating Toad felt that his plan was impeccable and that even if it failed, he could escape calmly.
After being scolded by Ji Mo, Hong Qiantu walked down the mountain with a grimace.
He wanted to slap himself in the face for why he gossiped so much and asked Ji Mo such intimate questions.
As a result, Ji Mo was offended. He was scolded and told to get out.
On the way, Hong Qiantu met many monks, and they all looked at them like idiots. Apparently they didn't understand that at this time, there were still people who foolishly ran down the mountain to die.
Hong Qiantu responded with a sneer. The jade flute on the top of the mountain had already fallen into Mr. Ji's hands. Could these people still want to grab something from Mr. Ji?
As a result, both parties looked at each other as if they were idiots.
Halfway up the mountain.
Hong Qiantu met Huineng and Fan Jingxing.
"Old Hong, why are you running down the mountain?" Fan Jingxing asked.
Is Hong Qiantu going to die because he can't think about it?
"Hey, I offended Mr. Ji, he told me to get out."
Hong Qiantu let out a long sigh, feeling as if he and Ji Mo were in conflict and couldn't get along.
Then, he excitedly said to the two of them: "Old monk, Old Fan, let me tell you a big secret. I discovered that Mr. Ji is the White Emperor."
He couldn't wait to reveal this shocking secret to his two old friends. He thought that the other party would be extremely shocked, but the two of them remained calm and showed no reaction at all.
"Are you stupid? Listen carefully, Mr. Ji is the White Emperor."
Hong Qiantu said it again.
Isn't this news shocking enough? Why are the two of them so calm?
"You were stupid and talked nonsense, which offended Mr. Ji. So Mr. Ji got angry and asked you to die."
Huineng looked at Hong Qiantu with sympathy.
"What, Mr. Ji wants me to die?"
Hong Qiantu was shocked.
When Fan Jingxing told him about the situation at the foot of the mountain, he turned pale with fear.
Now that the mountains are full of monsters, Ji Mo telling him to get lost is almost equivalent to telling him to die.
Huineng proclaimed the Buddha's name and said: "After all, you lacked respect for Mr. Ji and made random speculations, which caused you to get burned. In view of the century-old friendship, I will take the risk of being blamed by Mr. Ji and collect the body for you."
Hong Qiantu was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
"All the monsters have been gathered, Ji Mo, wait, you will be finished soon."
The Ancient Soul-Eating Toad gave orders to all the monsters and began to march towards the top of the mountain.
At this time, Ji Mo took the jade flute, selected a rock, and climbed up.
The group of monsters received the order and rushed towards the top of the mountain like a tide, leaving no chickens or dogs behind wherever they passed.
The monks hiding in various parts of Toad Mountain suddenly faced disaster.
The shadow of death hangs over the human monks on the mountain, and they have nowhere to hide and can only wait for death in suffering.
An expression of despair appeared on everyone's faces.
at this time.
A melodious flute sound came from the top of the mountain.
The clear and melodious sound of the flute echoed throughout the toad.
"Mr. Ji takes action!"
Huineng and Fan Jingxing were extremely excited. As long as Ji Mo took action, all dangers would disappear.
"I'm sick, what flute should I play at this time?"
The ancient soul-eating toad couldn't understand what tricks Ji Mo was playing. How could he still play the flute leisurely and elegantly at this time?
Although it does sound very good, but it is useless, can it kill these thousands of monsters?
As long as the horde of monsters reaches the top of the mountain, this guy will die.
The ancient soul-eating toad decided that he would trample Ji Mo hard under his feet and rub him crazily to avenge his previous humiliation.
Sudden!
The whole Toad Mountain shook.
Someone heard the sound of heartbeats coming from the heart of the mountain, and the mountain seemed to be resurrected.
The ancient soul-eating toad suddenly changed color because he found that his connection with his true body was completely severed.
The sound of the flute became high-pitched and passionate, and a murderous intention filled the air.
The cracks in Toad Mountain suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, and piercing sword energy surged in all directions.
"Who can save my Ling'er!"
An old monk, his eyes filled with blood and tears.
Because his beloved female disciple was being knocked down by a monster and was about to be torn into pieces.
And there was nothing he could do, he could only watch his beloved disciple die tragically in front of him.
At this moment, a sword light struck, instantly cutting the monster into two halves.
Another place.
Several young monks hugged each other and trembled, their faces full of despair. They were surrounded by more than a dozen monsters. Life and death could only happen in an instant.
When their hearts were filled with despair, a brilliant sword light enveloped all the monsters.
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Similar scenes occurred across Toad Mountain.
The gushing sword energy seemed to have eyes, constantly harvesting the lives of monsters and saving the lives of countless monks.