"Don't be stunned. The monk just offended me and captured him alive. I want to entertain him well."
Wan Menghao's voice was full of resentment, and he had already become extremely jealous of Lin Xuan's repeated teasing.
hateful!
What does it mean to be a young master?
A sideshow clown?
I will make it impossible for you to live or die.
I will extract your soul and make it into a soul lamp to be tortured forever.
Wan Menghao gritted his teeth, but soon discovered something was wrong, because the monks around him did not move even after listening to his order.
"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said, young master, or do you want me to report it to my ancestor?" Wan Menghao couldn't help but became furious. He was already insulted, but he didn't expect that even his subordinates would become disobedient.
"Young Master, it's not the old man who disobeyed the order, but the man just now..." A monk wearing a gray robe spoke. This man's cultivation level is not weak. In the late Nascent Soul stage, his magical power is not mentioned, even his realm is higher than
That idiot young master is a bit superior.
Wan Menghao hesitated for a moment, and his voice became calmer. He did not dare to be too rude to this notorious devil: "Brother Taoist, what do you mean by this? There are so many immortal cultivators, how can we not catch him?"
He's... No, that man is holding a woman in his hand, but her cultivation level is no more than building a foundation. Tsk tsk, she looks pretty good. Let me capture this girl alive. The little beauty can just use it to suppress the shock."
The people around looked at each other, and there were many evil cultivators who were lustful. However, compared with the young master in front of them, they couldn't help but feel ashamed, and they raised their hands and expressed their admiration.
"Young Master, let's not talk about the woman for now. The ordinary-looking immortal cultivator just now seems to be clutching..." The monk in gray-white robes smiled bitterly, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head as if he sensed something.
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On the horizon in the distance, a silver light suddenly appeared. It was only a little at first, but in a blink of an eye, it appeared before our eyes like a raging wave of the sea.
Looking around, there is a silvery patch, and an exciting chirping sound echoes in the ears.
"This is...a tide of beasts, silver fish birds?"
The monks were stunned and looked at each other, their expressions becoming extremely ugly one by one.
As monks born and raised in the East China Sea, how could they not know how terrifying this monster bird was, and their legs were almost weak from fear.
"Quickly, protect the young master and go back, open the ban on *** City, and order all the monks to form a formation to meet the enemy. This monster must not be allowed to rush into the city."
A hoarse voice reached his ears. The gray-robed monk was indeed an immortal cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even though his legs were weak at this moment, he understood that there was only one battle.
Fortunately, Ten Thousand Beast Island is extremely powerful. Even though the island owner is not here, there are countless forbidden traps. As long as we work together, we may not be able to survive this terrifying beast tide.
Escape is impossible, and you will die faster.
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and his whole body was enveloped in gray-white demonic energy. He took a step forward, grabbed the frightened young master and flew away in the direction of the city wall.
Taking the lead, the other immortal cultivators also shouted as if they were awakening from a dream, showed off their magical powers, and fled as embarrassed as if their buttocks were being burned.
Fortunately, they were not far from the city gate, and the sound of thick and simple mantras reached their ears. The immortal cultivators who stayed on the city wall also discovered something was wrong, and opened the restriction without any instructions.
A layer of azure shield slowly rises. Although it has not yet taken shape, it shows a simple and mysterious meaning.
Groups of soldiers also appeared in sight, there were tens of thousands of them, and the defense power of Ten Thousand Beasts Island was extraordinary.
And the Jingwei Cannon, both in caliber and barrel length, is superior to many on warships, and its power will obviously be even better.
As the war approaches, the atmosphere in the air becomes increasingly stagnant.
Facing the cultivators who are waiting for them, Silver Fish Bird has no fear. The principle of man dying for wealth and bird dying for food is vividly reflected here.
In their eyes, there are only green berries, but the target has been changed from Lin Xuan to the unlucky young master.
"ah!"
Screams reached his ears, and the slower-running soldiers were swallowed up by the silver wave.
A mere cultivator in the foundation-building and elixir-condensing stage can be said to be as fragile as an ant in a horde of beasts of this magnitude. Even if they resist desperately, they will only stir up a small wave.
It had no effect at all, and was quickly swallowed up again, until not even the bones were left.
More than two hundred soldiers were wiped out, and then it was the turn of those Nascent Soul cultivators who had a slightly slower escape speed.
Being caught up was extremely frightening. Even though those who could condense the Nascent Soul were somewhat capable, their end would not be much better. The reason why an ant bites an elephant to death is the same.
The only difference is that it lasts longer. When all the treasures in the body are chewed up and turned into mortal iron, there is no other way but to self-destruct the Nascent Soul. It is better to die in this way than to be buried in the belly of a demon bird.
But fools are blessed. Although the young master has become a delicious food in the eyes of silverfish, he was very lucky to escape safely.
After all, the person who took him away was an immortal cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, and he was also the quickest to see an opportunity.
The two successfully returned to the city and hid behind the light curtain.
There were only seven or eight cultivators left, less than half, who had fled back. Moreover, this refers to the Nascent Soul stage, and all the low-level warriors had been wiped out.
The crisis has not been resolved yet, but the lucky ones all showed lingering fears. Just when they breathed a sigh of relief, a stench spread to their noses with the wind.
The old monsters were stunned for a while, and when they turned around following the smell, they saw a scene they would never forget. The majestic young master of Ten Thousand Beasts Island was so frightened that he peed his pants.
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it even if they were beaten to death. A man can't shed tears easily. However, a dignified Immortal cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage has not reached this level. He is unprecedented and unprecedented. It is really embarrassing to be with him. .
It's pity that the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts was a great hero for a generation, but why are his descendants so useless?
"Young Master, you..."
The old man in gray robe frowned, his face was extremely ugly, and he didn't know what to say. Even though it was a life-or-death moment, everyone's attention was still drawn to him.
Wan Menghao's face turned red, wishing there was a crack in the ground. But at this moment, the sound of popping came into his ears, but the silver fish bird had rushed close, began to claw and peck, and attacked the blue sky crazily. Colored light curtain.
However, the restriction of the city is naturally far beyond the shield of the warship. The first wave of impact only shook slightly.
The monk in charge of gun control fired a magic spell, and dozens of arm-thick arcs of electricity suddenly filled the light curtain. There was a loud stinging sound, and thousands of whitebait birds were electrocuted into coke.
However, this small number is only a drop in the ocean for the huge beast tide. The silver fish bird is not afraid of death, stepping on the corpses of its kind, rushing forward one after another.