Following the miserable howl of the mid-level Ghost Lord monk, two more mid-level Ghost Lord monks screamed in terror.
Under the indiscriminate and crazy attack of the black ants that covered the sky, the Shura Sect monks also fought on their own. However, with the screams and howls of the three fellow disciples, everyone still dared to fight alone, and the remaining three immediately
They formed alliances one after another.
With various defensive methods intertwined, he immediately protected himself tightly.
Although the black ants are powerful, they are still under human control and attack together. If dozens or hundreds of flying ants are in front of a mid-stage ghost king monk, it will be difficult to generate attack power.
It can be destroyed by using huge five-element secret techniques or chopping giant ** treasures.
Without Bing'er's deworming technique, although the black ants numbered in the hundreds of thousands, under the attack of the huge secret techniques or magic weapons of several mid-stage ghost king monks who had united to defend themselves,
Large areas began to fall into the forest below.
In just a few dozen breaths, hundreds of thousands of black ants fell on the spot.
Although the black ants are highly toxic and their toxins can directly imprison the soul. However, under the solid defense of the monks, it is difficult for the toxins to penetrate the opponent's body.
And those black ants that were sucked into the cyan mist by Nanyan fell to the ground one after another under the attack of the huge palms of ten white-bone skeletons and the demonic flames spit out from their mouths.
Although Qin Bing'er's natal magic weapon is sharp, it is difficult to resist the magic weapons of those Ghost Lord monks who have been practicing for hundreds of years. After starting a sneak attack and killing three people, the remaining four mid-level Ghost Lord monks jointly defended her.
There are no more ways to kill it.
Although she had several secret techniques that she had not used yet, but surrounded by enemies, Bing'er did not dare to enter the opponent's crowd to launch a sneak attack.
"Okay, Bing'er, please take back the spirit worms. Being able to kill three Ghost Lord monks is already extremely rare." Seeing the black ants that were already having difficulty making achievements, Qin Fengming smiled slightly and called to Qin Bing'er.
It's a long story, from when Bing'er got up to taking action, it was only ten or twenty breaths of time until the three middle-stage ghost king monks died on the spot.
Before Gu Yin and the people led by the monk surnamed Jiang decided whether to take action, Bing'er had already sent out her spiritual thoughts, and the overwhelming black ants suddenly disappeared without a trace.
As the attack stopped, Nan Yan, the leader of Shura Sect, revealed his figure with a gloomy look on his face.
Facing the black ants, although there was not much threat to his life, he was caught off guard and underestimated the power of the black ants. In a short period of time, he not only lost three of his fellow disciples, but also the person he relied on the most.
One of the magic weapons is damaged and difficult to use again.
Although this wave of attacks by the girl in front of them was suspected of being a sneak attack, even if they had to do it all over again, it is hard to say that the three of them would have survived.
If Qin Bing'er's own spiritual power had not been consumed too much, it would have been very possible to kill those few mid-stage ghost king monks together. Nan Yan, as the sect leader, had already seen this.
"Okay, okay, junior, with old and new grudges, I, the Shura Sect, will definitely kill all of you. Two junior brothers, at this time, I have nothing more to say. As the leader of the Shura Sect, I request all of you fellow disciples to
, take action immediately and kill the four people in front of you to avenge your fellow disciples."
The other party just took action from a little girl, and already caused the loss of three mid-level ghost king monks, and it was still under his nose, which made Nan Yan lose any face.
But facing the spear attack formed by the two black ants, even if he wanted to save him, he couldn't.
A monk in the early stage of the Ghost Lord made him suffer to this point, which made him extremely angry.
"Okay, we will take action together and kill the four people in front of us to avenge Senior Nephew Nan and all of his fellow disciples."
Seeing the two supreme elders of the Shura Sect, Gu Yin and the monk surnamed Jiang, who were fighting just now, they couldn't help but feel startled. Looking at each other, they all agreed with Nan Yan's words.
Everyone was a decisive person, and without hesitation, they all used their powerful magic weapons, stopped a hundred feet away, and started to attack Qin Fengming and the others where they were standing.
Three Shura Sect elders have died, and there are still fourteen people present.
Under the leadership of three great monks, surrounding the mountain peak where Qin Fengming and the four of them were, various magic weapons flashed with light, and with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, they struck towards the place where the four of them were almost at the same time.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!~~" Amidst a huge roar, a huge wall covering an area of thirty to forty feet suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Under the flash of red and white horses, none of the fourteen huge treasures made any achievements. They were blocked by red horses with thick wrists. Amidst the roar, the magic weapons sacrificed by the three great monks were all blocked.
He returned with one blow. The objects sacrificed by the other ghost king monks were struck by the red horse and rolled in the air.
Although the Xuanyin Blood Transformation Formation did not launch the most terrifying beam of light attack, those with strong skills were enough to protect themselves. At this time, with the addition of the Six Yang Formation and the Nine Turns of Ice Formation, there was no danger.
"Hmph, this junior has actually set up a magic circle here. With just one magic circle, it's really a dream to be safe. Everyone, I will quickly use our most powerful attacks to break this restriction immediately."
When Nan Yan suddenly saw a magic circle appearing in front of him, he could not help but be slightly stunned, but he soon regained his composure.
He must have seen that the magic circle in front of him was extraordinary, but he did not believe that three big monks and a dozen ghost king monks could not break a small magic circle.
Everyone in the Shura Sect could see that the magic circle in front of them was very powerful, but after hearing the words of the sect leader Nan Yan, no one objected. Everyone's magic power surged in their bodies, their magic formulas moved quickly, and they began to use their own powerful secret techniques.
Seeing the attacks of everyone present, Qin Fengming was not worried at all. After instructing Bing'er and Kuangfeng to set up their respective magic circles, he himself took action, and a pipe-like magic weapon appeared in his hand.
This magic weapon is wrapped in a purple halo. Just holding it in his hand gives Qin Fengming a strong sense of confidence.
Without hesitation, the majestic spiritual power in his body spurted out and poured into the small pipe in his hand. In just a few breaths, the pure spiritual power in Qin Fengming's body was increased by 30%.
With the buzzing sound, the small pipe suddenly flew out of his hand and stopped three feet in front of Qin Fengming's chest.
Seeing this scene, Qin Fengming didn't feel any strange at all. The magic formula in his body moved, and spells spewed out from his mouth. At the same time, he made the formula with both hands, and more powerful spiritual power shot out towards the suspended body.
The pipe wrapped in purple light was poured into it.
The small pipe seems to be a black hole, not rejecting the energy injected into it, and continuously inhaling it.
In just ten or twenty breaths, all the pure spiritual energy in Qin Fengming's body was lost.
With a move of his hand, three drops of liquid fell into his mouth. The mana that was about to be depleted was replenished almost instantly as the droplets entered the mouth.
But the good times only lasted for a few breaths, and the magic power in his body disappeared again.
When Qin Fengming dropped into the mysterious droplet for the third time, the small pipe that was absorbing spiritual power like crazy finally stopped being so greedy with a buzzing sound.
"Ouch!~~" As a purple light and shadow shot out of the magic circle, a huge dragon roar that shook the world suddenly resounded on the spot...