Menglan took her more than 300 people to move in the mountains and forests. These more than 300 people are strong people with more than heaven, of which the most holy grade.
Such a small team with a large number of people, plus the Mongolian senior god -level strong player leads the team, the strength played by local warfare is definitely terrifying.
Soon, there was a burst of energy fluctuations, fighting, and screaming.
This is the two tribes under the Ming tribe jointly strangled one team of the Mongolian tribe. This team of the Mongolian tribe was severely injured and injured. It won't be long before the whole army was overwhelmed.
"Kill!" Mongolian drank proudly, and brought these more than 300 people to kill in.
Qi Bei waved the thick back knife in his hand, and cut off three heads when he shot.
In this brutal war, who is right and who is wrong, and someone else dies in your hands is deserved, then you don't blame anyone in the hands of others.
Qi Bei was bravely slashed and observed. In this observation, he found out that his previous guess was really right. One of the two tribes was the incineration tribe, but the soul of the soul, but Ke Lier, but Kerrner was
It is a hundred miles, and I want to avoid there as soon as I start the war. Otherwise, her strength may be exposed.
At this time, there was a several sanctuary in the Mongolian team who bombarded the Mongolian team, but he killed directly towards Qi Bei.
Qi Beibei came.
"Nima, how should this hide? The attacks of the god -level strong can escape, it is too doubtful." Qi Bei muttered.
At this moment, a silver gun stabbed at this side, crushing the blade directly, and instantly passed through the heart of the god -level strong man.
Qi Bei looked up and saw Mongolian's figure floating from above him. He killed several god -level strong men who were opponent.
"Fortunately." Qi Bei said in the heart that he avoided the chop of a warrior of the incinerated tribe sideways, and directly squeezed his eggs with his legs.
Forget it, let's keep it in the heart. Qi Bei thought about it, but the figure was behind the Mongolian team. Let them kill them, and he was only responsible for blocking some cold guns.
At this moment, Qi Bei suddenly felt a strange and strange atmosphere of his heart, and then a dark shadow exuded witchcraft fluctuations, ghostly rushing to Monanland, which killed the world.
"Burning the sky ..." Qi Bei's eyes condensed, he always felt that his breath was very dangerous. At this time, he could see what level he had to.
Menglan also shrinks his pupils, and a feeling of extremely dangerous in his heart. I did not expect that in this small tribe, such a master of such levels.
Burning the sky waved with both hands, and the two black witch whirlwind hitting the left and right clamps towards Mongolia.
This witch cyclone, watching has no power, but Mongolia's whole person is instantly tight, with a delicate and flickering figure, and the silver gun in the hand has a dazzling Guanghua. One is divided into two.
Witch Triven.
But the following Qi Bei saw it. Mongolian was originally intended to keep it in a counterattack, but the space was blocked by a powerful witch force. She failed to flash, and it was passive.
That hit seems a bit barely.
"Burning the sky is really different. He was originally a windmaker, but now he integrates the magic of the wind into the power of the witch god, and the attack method is extremely weird." Qi Bei said.
At this time, the tip of the spear came into contact with two witchcraft whirlwinds, and the huge energy spread out in all directions.
The two witchcraft whirlwinds split into more than a hundred small whirlwinds in an instant. They flew in all directions, and those who touched them were immediately shattered into pieces.
More than ten people rushed towards Qi Bei, and several warriors from the Menglan team in front of him also died in an instant.
As for Qi Bei, his steps flashed strangely and he passed between two small witchcraft whirlwinds. He let his body be carried away and simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
Meng Lan was instantly shocked and flew back. She looked at the team of more than 300 people she had brought, and almost half of them were instantly killed by the aftermath of the witchcraft whirlwind. Her face turned livid. The corner of her mouth twitched, and suddenly
With a sharp roar, his whole body was filled with divine light, and the silver gun in his hand moved forward, and it suddenly started to tremble, making the sound of a golden sword.
"God of War Sky-Shattering Spear." Meng Lan's figure disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding scenery began to blur, as if there was only such a silver spear left in the world.
Suddenly, the silver spear stabbed towards Fen Tian, and the space seemed to be frozen at this moment. Then, the pieces shattered. The silver spear stirred up countless space fragments and hit Fen Tian's head directly.
Fentian's eyes also shrank, and the ferocious scar on his face trembled. A black energy rushed from the top of his head, and suddenly turned into a giant insect with hundreds of legs, rushing towards the silver spear, and the hundreds of long legs.
Qi hugged the silver gun.
The silver gun stagnated for a moment, and the broken space began to recover again.
Meng Lan spurted out a mouthful of blood, but the divine light on his body became even stronger.
"The void breaks!" Three words popped out of Meng Lan's mouth, and the jade hand that looked like a layer of silver film pushed forward.
The silver spear suddenly disappeared and reappeared in Fentian's heart.
Fentian's figure twisted slightly, and a little black light suddenly burst out between his eyes.
"puff"
Fen Tian vomited blood and flew backwards, and his heart was penetrated by the silver spear.
And in an instant, the hundred-legged giant insect suddenly sprouted two wings on its back, and such a wing instantly penetrated into Meng Lan's eyebrows.
The divine light on Meng Lan's body dimmed, and a black light appeared all over his body. He fell straight down, and bursts of black smoke began to appear on his body.
"Witch God Sacrifice?" Qi Bei muttered, shot up, picked up Meng Lan and flew away. She couldn't die now, he still had to rely on her to find the Witch God Shrine.
At this time, the silver gun inserted into Fentian's heart suddenly turned into dots of silver light and shattered, and a hole as big as a bowl appeared in his heart.
However, Fen Tian spit out a mouthful of blood foam and stood up. His whole body turned into a black gust of wind and chased after him, as if the big hole in his heart had no effect on him at all.
However, after Fentian chased for a while, he stopped and his eyes flickered.
"That person's back is a bit familiar. It's really not easy to hide under my eyes." Fen Tian thought to himself. His hand touched the hole in his heart, and the flesh and blood regenerated in an instant, leaving only a trace.
He didn't leave anything behind. However, he searched his memory, but couldn't remember who the dark-skinned tribal man was.
Qi Bei's divine power suppressed the black smoke rising from Meng Lan's body, and he held her in his arms for a period of time. He did not appear until Fen Tian left.
At this time, Qi Bei stared at Meng Lan, whose divine power was being swallowed up by the witchcraft, and her eyes suddenly showed a hint of coldness. In this state, she must be able to ask where the witch temple is.
At this moment, Qi Bei moved in his heart, and the cold color in his eyes gathered instantly, and it would collect the divine power that suppress her's breath.
Then, Mongolian groaned and opened her eyes, but then, she seemed to notice her physical condition, her eyes were dim.
"Miss Five, you wake up? I'll send you back." Qi Bei pretended a surprise expression.
Menglan glanced at Qi Bei, shook his head slightly, and said, "You saved me? Why do you save me?"
I saved you of course for the specific position of the Witch Temple.
"Forget it, take me away here?" Mongolian sighed, said.
"Okay." Qi Bei turned his mind and picked up Mongolia to plunder the opposite place to the Mongolian village.
Qi Bei hugged Mongolia to a cave in a mountain and put her down.
"Let's go, let me die here." Mongolian calmly said, it seems that this reality has been accepted.
"No, I must find a way to save you." Qi Bei said.
Mongolian shook his head gently, and said: "The witch sacrifice used by that man, with the origin of the witch god, there is no way to remove it."
"There will be a way, no one can save you among the Mongolian tribe?" Qi Bei asked.
"After the town witch gods of the Mongolian tribe were killed by the Dragon Demon Qi North, no one can drive away the witch power of this witch god, unless ..." Mongolia said, she seemed to want to say something, but I do n’t know why why, but I do n’t know why
I didn't talk about it.
"Unless?" Qi Bei asked.
Menglan shook his head, closed his mouth and said nothing.
"What the hell is it? I will help you do it even if I go to the wok of the sword." Qi Bei vowed.
Mongolian looked at Qi Bei. His complexion was dark, but his facial features were very beautiful, tough and soft. Take a closer look, it is quite attractive.
"Why do you help me like this? If you help me help me, it is likely to give me a fate." Mongolia Road.
"You saved me, I must repay." Qi Bei said, paying attention to Mongolia's expression. When he found that her expression changed, he turned his mind and suddenly revealed a twisted color.
The opening said: "Also, in fact ... Actually, I see you for the first time, I will be shocked, me, I like you."
Mongolian looked at Qi Bei in surprise. Seeing that he had a black face turned into black and red, but suddenly a smile appeared. He was not the first person to confess to her, but he was definitely the most powerful strength.
Weak.
"Are you really afraid of death?" Mongolian asked.
"Don't be afraid, for you, I can do anything." Qi Bei suddenly looked up and said firmly.
Mongolian groaned slightly for a while, saying: "The only thing that can save me is in the Montania's Witch Temple."
Qi Beiyi heard the three words of the Witch Temple, and suddenly he was shocked. It seems that his luck is good.
"A witch god head is dedicated to the witch god. This is also the core of the soul monument to suppress the witch god temple. Only by stealing this witch god's head can it drive away the origin of the witch god in my soul." Mongolian Road.
"That ... you told the leader directly, wouldn't he give you the witch's head?" Qi Bei asked.
"In his eyes, how can I compare with a witch god head?" Mongolian said coldly, and seemed to think of something, her eyes were suddenly full of resentment. (I was renewed ..