Dongdongdongdongdong

The huge impact sounded again, frightening the people in the Feihun Stream to restlessness. They guessed that what a powerful monster this was?

No one knows the answer, and some old cultivators have made various guesses, but they are always unreliable. Even if the chameleon and Shura Python come back again, it will be difficult to create such a huge momentum a hundred miles away.

"Is it the ancient monsters left behind? Only those things can have such power." Emperor Wu thought so.

"It is unlikely that in that battle, almost all powerful monster races were destroyed. Impossible, absolutely impossible-" the five masters shook their heads and denied.

Ouyang Yinze laughed strangely: "Nothing is impossible. Although I hate Emperor Wu deeply, I agree with that statement. Apart from that, none of the things you can imagine meet the requirements. If such a huge thing is as numerous as cow hair in the sea, there is no monster on land that has such ability. Wait and see, I am the one who started the sect, and you still don't believe my vision? When did I miss my vision? Disciple, do you think?"

"Yes, the master has a unique vision and can overcome his old age at will, but he is also a handsome and elegant style, and has a gentleman style. The master has nine heavens above and the Milky Way is favored by the Milky Way, and the Ghost King below. How can he not be able to bear the heavens and earth, and how can he not be proud of the samurai?" Xiao Yao quickly answered with passionate voice and seriousness.

"Haha, good disciple, I will naturally not treat you badly if I accept you. My words just now will be deeply loved." Ouyang Yin laughed wildly.

Others grinned and laughed at Ouyang Yin's words. In their eyes, Ouyang Yin was completely a lunatic, but he had the special ability to rejuvenate himself.

Hong Meng looked at Wang Qiong who was fighting hard in the Fushi clan camp and hurriedly ran over to save him at this critical moment. As another heir to the Demon Lord, Hong Meng naturally could not see his senior brother being trapped and slaughtered.

"What are you doing? You don't need your help!"

Wang Qiong spoke coldly, ignoring Hong Meng's kindness to help. He had the treasure of the immortal sword and was wary everywhere, except for his master. He would not let anyone touch him.

"Haha, it's time to help each other as the descendants of the Demon Lord." Hong Meng smiled and then looked at Shi Hongan. "Shi Hongan, you haven't pushed it away quickly. Do you want the Fu Shi Clan to lose a zombie again?"

At this time, Hong Meng placed the zombie behind him in front of Sen, deliberately angering Hong'an, making him lose face.

"You, you, you two are really hateful! Now in my Fushi tribe's camp, you still dare to be so arrogant and be able to take you away. See who can still laugh!"

Shi Hongan was so angry that he gritted his teeth. All the clan brothers and clans next to him began to discuss and blame Shi Hongan for losing the family zombies. After all, all zombies are property in the clan, and if others lose them, they will be punished very seriously.

"But, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Do you want to see the fight between two zombies? Haha, using the spear of your son to attack the shield of your son, okay, look at the move!"

Hong Meng smiled even more intensely. He immediately controlled the zombie to kill another zombie. The two were coming and going on the ground, and the sound of clattering the ground was constantly causing panic, causing the entire Fushi tribe to panic, and everyone gathered to see what happened.

"Oh my god! Can zombies in my tribe kill each other? Shi Hongan, what are you doing?" someone asked loudly.

"No. Isn't that Hong Meng? I heard that Shi Hongan was defeated by him many times, but he accidentally lost a zombie. He really lost the face of the Fu Shi tribe!"

"Damn! Can such an important zombie be discarded? Even if you lose your life, you have to save the zombie. Don't that kid knows the rules of the clan?"...,

For a moment, all kinds of saliva sprayed at Shi Hongan, making him ashamed. He was extremely sad and angry, and he couldn't beat Hong Meng, so what should I do! He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Create a zombie formation and quickly organize six zombies to come!"

At this time, Shi Yi suddenly appeared, and there was also a zombie next to him, looking even more powerful than Shi Hongan. As soon as he came out, he immediately intercepted Hong Meng and Wang Qiong's retreat and attacked him and the zombies together.

"Damn it, I dare to shorten my back, and see if I won't kill you!"

Wang Qiong shouted loudly that he had no good opponent. When he saw Shi Yi coming out, he immediately rushed up like a tiger, and beat Shi Yi hard, which made Shi Yi sweat.

It’s not that the master could not resist Wang Qiong, but that Wang Qiong’s attack was quick and weird, and it was too fierce, which often caused him to suffer great damage to the stamina.

"It's a pity that there are no trees to go around, and we don't have a big formation. Now we jumped into the wolf's den and it's hard to escape!"

Wang Qiong suddenly said a few humorous words at this time, which were considered as entertainment during the war. He could not have expected Hong Meng to help at this time, and although he refused, he was still very grateful in his heart.

"It's okay, there are many ways to retreat. As long as you don't want to fight, you can leave immediately."

Hong Meng smiled and saw many people from the Fu Shi tribe coming from all directions, surrounding the two of them, and surrounding them was blocked.

Seeing this situation, Hong Meng was serious on her face, but in fact she had already planned that the more people gather, the more people he would be able to hurt.

Huhu

The cold wind was blowing, and an extremely huge cold wind appeared out of thin air. The roar of cold air roared and rushed to all directions, which scared Wang Qiong who was fighting. He still had the death energy to protect his body, and there was no great harm.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply. Originally, the hot summer was so hot that the eggs could be cooked. However, in a short time, the temperature of the Fushi tribe's camp reached a freezing point, and ice ridges clearly visible everywhere appeared, telling the coldness of the temperature.

"Escape quickly! This cold air cannot be touched head-on!"

Shi Hongan and Shi Yi hurriedly shouted, "Running away," but still used their spiritual consciousness to control the zombie and continue to attack Hong Meng and the others.

The people of the Fu Shi tribe threw away their armor. Some of them were frozen in place by the cold and cold air, unable to move, and looked like a living ice sculpture, which made people unable to believe.

"This cold air is so powerful, no less powerful than the power of the dead air!"

Wang Qiong was shocked, but he was also facing three zombies, which were difficult to deal with. He could not injure the zombies, so he had to passively fight back again and again.

"I dare to kill my tribe members. I must pay it back with my life! Shi Yi Shi Hong'an, prepare a large basin and table to pay tribute to the dead people in the tribe."

The master's soul was furious and rushed out of the camp with a loud voice. He saw the extremely cold air and did not dare to fight it head-on, but just rushed into it with the black zombie. In an instant, he flew to Hong Meng's side. The black iron fist steadily hit Hong Meng's head.

"Hiss, it's so thrilling-"

Fortunately, Hong Meng always pays attention to the movements of the camp to avoid death, otherwise he would have been hit by the iron fist and his brain burst.

"Go away, this master soul is not easy to deal with--" Wang Qiong was besieged by several zombies and gradually showed signs of being unable to bear it. And the master soul himself took action, so naturally they could not be arrogant here.

"I want to leave? Since I'm here, I'll ask for a gathering on the case. I'll give your head to the dead tribe!"

The hoarse voice changed its tone and became even more unpleasant. The Master Hun was very angry at this moment. He didn't expect that Shi Hongan, Shi Yi and a few zombies could not scoop Hong Meng and the others down.

Wang Qiong was hit by a zombie and was immediately beaten back by the powerful force. He went straight into the Fu Shi tribe camp and rolled to the ground, looking very painful...

At this time, the black zombie arrived immediately, strangled Wang Qiong's throat, and lifted him up.

"Hong Meng, surrender quickly, otherwise I will kill him immediately!" Master Hun laughed smugly.

Seeing this situation, Hong Meng hesitated a little, but the black zombie immediately exerted force. He had to stop and was grabbed by the teacher's soul.

"Just because you two want to break into my Fushi tribe. I, the Fushi tribe, is made of sand. Will it be dispersed with one stab? Come on, tie them up and wait for the opportunity to fall!"

The Master Soul threw Hong Meng to the ground, holding his hands in his arms, and sneered. He had been thinking for a long time, but he could not imagine how these two people came to the door by themselves, so how could they make it unhappy? If they could get what they had in their hands, it would be fine if there were many tribe members dead.

In the big tent, Hong Meng and the others were firmly trapped on the pillar and could not move. No matter how they twisted, it was not a solution.

"Hong Meng, I was the one who harmed you. I'm so sorry." Wang Qiong smiled bitterly and apologized to Hong Meng.

"It's okay. Fantian's master said, although I am in trouble, I can't die. You are the same." Hong Meng laughed.

"You two are chattering here, and I will block your mouth when you are talking!" Shi Hong was content with his own satisfaction, as if his achievements were his.

"Hmph, when I'm free, I will definitely take your life!" Wang Qiong roared.

"I'm still talking nonsense here! You two, call out your things, otherwise you will definitely not be able to die well."

The master's soul appeared and turned into a young look, looking at the two of them and threatened.

"If you want to kill, kill me, don't be too busy here." Hong Meng ignored it at all.

"Oh?" The master's soul walked slowly and circled around Hong Meng. "I heard that you are the disciple of Gongsun Xing, and Gongsun Xing stole the treasure of Dongwu. I'll ask you, is the purple bamboo forest on you?"

"I don't want anything, but I'll have one to die!" Hong Meng refused.

"You—" the master was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. Then he came to Wang Qiong and sneered at him: "You are good at being a good boy. He can subdue the fairy sword. Not bad. If you are willing to worship me as your master and offer the fairy sword, I will let you practice the mysterious skill of life and death that our clan has never passed on. What do you think?"

"Bah! Who cares about the perverted mysterious skill of life and death? Killing people, using dead people, perverts! perverts!" Wang Qiong vomited his master's soul.

"Haha, you won't give it to me? You won't scoop it for me!"
Chapter completed!