What is the sea like?

Boundless, water and sky meet, fluctuating like stars and the sky are upside down, these embellishments can only express its vastness and far-reaching, but cannot express the terrifying side of the sea: in the sea.

If you sink 3,000 feet into the water, if you can see as far as you can on the surface of the sea, you can more truly appreciate the vastness of the sea, the depth of the sea, and the heaviness and horror of the sea.

The demon mosquito is like a sea, and there are enemies in all directions, which is a great terror. As far as the eye can see, hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes are quickly cutting through the air, hundreds of millions of threads weaving a dense net, and ghosts are shuttling in the grid, and after they are gathered, they become a hurricane vortex of different heights.

Gray and white, hurricanes across, like a giant twisting a big stick dozens of feet thick and long-term, spinning and sweeping.

The ground, where is the ground? The sky, what is the sky?

The eyes are full of chaos, and people in it can only judge the density of demon mosquitoes from the depth of color, and estimate the number of ghosts and monsters from the roar. Inside, there was a feeling in the hearts of people that there was a circle of huge gods standing around them, with earth-shattering knives, axes, clubs and forks in their hands, playing with themselves like children playing with wounded insects.

Compared to what we have seen now, what is the mosquito swarm seen in the previous autumn hunt?

A drop in the ocean.

"Oh my God!"

After exclamation, he still exclaimed, the Extraordinary Master screamed in his mouth, his body swelled rapidly like a ball of blowing, and his skin was instantly plated with golden light. Beside him, the dirty robe of the dirty Dao Dao flew like a butterfly, and each stain turned into a talisman, and the runes connected lines turned into a diagram, and in the blink of an eye, it became a array.

In the battle of Lingnan, neither monk nor Dao did go all out, and at this moment, the two Danas did not even have a temptation, and directly released their hole cards.

"Vajra as it is. Count the Heavenly Array Diagram!"

Hearing another scream next to her, the fire girl's voice was no longer clear, no matter how she sounded, she looked like a yellow-faced woman who was about to go crazy.

If it is said that Thirteen Lang was somewhat prepared because he had participated in an autumn hunt, and because of the abnormalities of the upper class, he was really completely frightened at the moment when the two monks and the Linglong girl first saw the sea of mosquitoes. I heard Thirteen Lang remind me in advance that the demon mosquito is fierce. But in his heart, how could the Avatar take some low-level demon insects in his eyes. According to the scale told by Thirteen Lang, even if you take into account the seventh-level mosquito king, any one of the three people can sweep the world.

Now what?

After screaming, Huo Linglong stood in place like a fool, hesitating and unable to choose.

Compared to monks, even if a warrior cultivates to the realm of Martial Venerable, he is still a warrior and can only be a warrior. Its length and shortness are still so obvious. The first one is that there is no mana, which means that you can't use magical powers, you can't call up the magic weapon is not absolutely unusable, there is no mana to urge, you can only rely on the quality and material of the magic weapon itself, and the power is reduced by more than double.

Cultivating the body can only rely on the body, and the warriors who rely on the body are most afraid of this kind of attack without dead ends in all directions. Ready-made examples, Thirteen Lang Dharma Body Double Cultivation. Unleash a sea of fire to wrap yourself from head to bottom of your feet, and dare not leave a trace of gaps. Huo Linglong can attack her thousands of demon mosquitoes at the same time. Fight with fists

The refining body has reached the level of martial arts, and the gestures have alarmed the heavens and the earth, if there is no means of group attack, it is too humiliating. However, Wuzun is different from the Avatar Monk, although he is powerful when he fights for his life, he can't lift as lightly as a monk. The control is far from enough. For example, Thirteen Lang can do what he can do with his magical power to kill mosquitoes, and there is very little waste. On the other hand, if you use your fist to hit the supernatural effect, the consumption is completely different from mana, and the warrior fights like that. It doesn't matter if the time is short, if you can't, there must be a break, otherwise it won't last.

The cannon hits mosquitoes, and the price is unbearable. Because of this, Huo Linglong is at a loss and doesn't know what to do.

Whoosh,

The red body was too conspicuous, and he hesitated for a moment, and a purple demon mosquito flew out of nowhere, scurryed to the back of his neck, and nodded his head.

"Evil Barrier!"

With an angry roar, a heart-piercing pain, and a slight tingling, the fire girl slapped the demon mosquito with her backhand, but her mouthparts pierced deeper until she penetrated into the bone!

"Ahh

The low roar turned into a scream, and the fire girl almost shed tears from the severe pain, and her voice revealed a bit of horror, and she couldn't suppress her cowardice.

Fear is one of the most basic emotions of living beings, and grass, trees, mountains and rocks are no exception, let alone the people with the most abundant emotions? Everyone has a limit, and they are not afraid because they have not yet touched that point.

The injury is not serious, the real blow comes from the psychology, and the lady of the Battle Alliance can't believe it anyway, just a fifth-order demon insect can break her own defense with a kiss! It's like a monk who attacks the god of transformation, and the blow makes the other party see blood, and he is poisoned.

The huge gap in strength judgment brings about a frustration of confidence, giving birth to fear and then turning into panic. As far as the eye can see, the surrounding storm is permeating for an unknown number of miles, and there are purple lights flickering everywhere, how can the number be calculated? Compared with it, the silver rays dotted in the purple shadows are more eye-catching, and there are also ghosts that exude hideous death intent, and there seem to be a lot of them.

How can this be fought?

Run, right?

The thought of running away flashed through her mind, shame and anger, fear and courage clashed in her heart, and the fire girl's eyes were glazed, her body was as heavy as lead, and her steps seemed to be nailed, no matter how hard she tried, she could not move her steps.

In the face of King Agu, the fire girl did not show half a point of timidity, at this time, witnessing the overwhelming storm, being stared at by hundreds of millions of pairs of indifferent and dead eyes around her, the natural weakness of women burned like wildfire, and the prairie was burned in an instant.

"It's too late to turn back now, whether you can run or not"

"What a daze!"

The drink sounded from the ears, and the roar of hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes poured into the ear drums of the fire, and the wind and fire were like a curtain when the hood fell, and a few arcs jumped out in the middle, killing a few cheap purple mosquitoes.

Gathering fire without injury, accompanied by thunder in the middle, its precision shows the progress that Thirteen Lang has achieved in these years of penance, compared with before, now he is qualified to call himself a big man, truly turning into a god.

After more than ten years of penance, he did not hesitate to temper his body and mind with heavenly thunder, and the harvest of Thirteen Lang is not limited to these!

Suddenly seeing the sea of mosquitoes, the two monks and Taoists who stabilized one end of the realm all exerted their strength, but Shisanlang only arranged a thin layer outside his body with wind and fire, highlighting not only calmness, but also accurate judgment of the strength of both sides.

"Senior brother. Come back!"

While helping Huo Linglong to slow down, Thirteen Lang stopped Kui Shen, who was spreading joy among the mosquitoes, and turned his head to drink: "Fat!"

"Quack!"

The contract of life and death is in hand, and there is a spiritual connection in the dark, and the tacit understanding is comparable to the beast pet. In the dark, an impact from the other world is going on all the time. The infusion of seventy-three conch conches in the outer regions at the same time is a crisis for the small ones who bear the main pressure, and for the few people connected to them, it is an out-and-out great creation.

The spirit is strong, and the mind can be clearer than before, and the fat fat who has been summoned roars back, the long tongue is like electricity wrapped around the neck of the fire exquisite, and the front end is like a mouth pressing the exit of the previous demon mosquito, and sucking hard.

The magic mosquito mouthparts that can't be helped, are pulled out alive. The Fire Maiden screamed again.

"What are you doing, uh"

"Give you three breaths, and if you can't do it, you'll return by yourself. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't have time to talk to him, so he turned around and summoned the dirty Dao and the extraordinary, and shouted: "Two, take it easy." ”

“”

The shouting was stern, but the words that came out of it didn't match the sound no matter how it sounded. There is disappointment more like teasing, even teasing. The monk and the two were stunned at the same time. Turning his head in a hurry, his expression puzzled and solemn.

"How?"

"Don't be scared, don't go too far. ”

Recalling the donkey and Chubby, Thirteen Lang urged his divine sense to look around and shook his head.

"This battle has to be fought, test the water. Let's see. ”

The sea of fire was slightly enlarged, and the true spirit aura filled the hundred meters, and the field was instantly empty. More demon mosquitoes roared, ghosts began to gather, and the mosquito sea realized that the enemy had invaded. Beginning to change from unconscious attacks to active identification, the attacks gradually divided into layers.

The Demon Mosquito is ferocious, but as far as the battle itself is concerned, it is not much of a threat to several Dana at the moment. In terms of strength, whether it is Thirteen Lang or Monk Dao, or even Kui Shen is fat, he is not an object to be despised for. After all, the demon mosquito is inferior to the rank, and the body is too fragile, and before the mana of several people is exhausted, the battle can only be said to be fierce, far from being tragic.

"No. ”

After a moment of fierce battle, the mosquito corpses around them were piled up, and after the initial shock, the minds of the monks and Taoists calmed down, not as panicked as they began to be. In addition, there is another point, they have just entered this place, and they really can't go back the same way, just with the attack power of these demon mosquitoes, no matter how many they are, they can't stop it.

There is no life crisis, the master is sacred on his face, and he said with the light of the Buddha: "The demon mosquito is endless, but its strength is limited, the current plan should be to break the Chinese army when our strength is strong and the demon mosquito is chaotic, and capture the thief and capture the king." ”

Nodding next to the dirty road, thunder and fire suddenly flew in the heavenly array diagram, turning the two ghost kings caught in the mosquito swarm into nothingness, and said in his mouth: "This Dao also sees it this way." A swarm of demon insects must have a king, as long as they are found and killed, the demon mosquitoes will mess with themselves. ”

Like the original Thirteen Lang, the two monks and Taoists were well-informed, and what they saw after being besieged was slightly the same, and they both wanted to capture the flag in the midst of the ten thousand armies.

Bufan continued: "If you do it after being noticed by the mosquito king, I'm afraid there will be no chance." ”

Hearing these words, a red cloud rose on Huo Linglong's face and quietly bowed his head. It just so happened that the big gray returned to his own formation after the killing, pacing around the fire girl, so not proud.

"Call Brother Gray, this god keeps you safe. ”

"Get out!"

"No, it won't. ”

Thirteen Lang over there responded to the monk's words, raised his hand and pointed around, and said, "Look at the mosquito corpses." ”

The two of them were stunned, they were busy protecting themselves because of the shock before, and they couldn't care about the life, how could they notice the corpse. After listening to Shisanlang's words, the two of them looked at the surrounding situation again, and their eyes were fixed.

It's not that there's anything wrong with mosquito corpses, but that there's a corpse in itself, it's not right, it's very wrong!

It's true that Thirteen Lang didn't exert all his strength, and there was no rouge bird in his body to help, but after all, it was a flame that had been contaminated with the power of the true spirit and was used by the god cultivator himself on the body of the low-level demon mosquito, how could he leave a corpse?

Looking closely, the monks and Taoists found that the corpses were not corpses, but scorched balls like grains of sand, and only occasionally left limbs with broken wings to identify them.

Look around, such grains of sand cover the ground, stretching endlessly!

"What does this mean?" asked Dirty casually, his voice shaky.

"It represents mutation, it represents cannibalism, and the king is chosen from it. Thirteen Lang said slowly

(To be continued......)