"It's not the right move. ”

The reason why human beings can gain a foothold is that their own strength, hard work, and reasonable strategy are important, but the most fundamental reason is actually the internal restlessness of the magic mosquito. If the sea of mosquitoes was commanded by a mosquito king, and hundreds of golden mosquitoes and ghosts were concentrated on one battlefield, the human race would have died long ago, and there was no possibility of survival.

The territory of the golden mosquito is huge, and judging by what Shisanlang said and everyone can see, there are dozens of golden mosquitoes concentrated in the Wanli area, which should be regarded as a sign of the birth of the demon mosquito. As a deference to this, the Terrans should indeed launch a surprise attack to interrupt their progress, or at least to minimize the power of the demon mosquitoes.

It sounded reasonable, but it was not enough to convince everyone, and Bufan immediately objected, saying: "It's too risky, at least wait another year." ”

Dirt echoed and said, "How the demon mosquito is is only a matter of speculation after all, for now, time is in our favor. ”

A year is not a casual talk, according to the current progress, after a year, this team will be able to achieve three to four soul breaking spears per person, maybe more, which means that no matter the combat power, the ability to continue the battle, the state and the foundation will be greatly enhanced. The two major reserves in the team, the Fire Maiden and the seriously injured Dana, and more than a dozen Yuanying Monks with outstanding combat strength are getting better day by day, and even if they can't fully recover at that time, they will at least have the strength to fight.

There are also the four demon venerables, if they can wake up in time, it is equivalent to doubling the high-level combat power. If you consider receiving the Demon Cultivator, you should speed up and circle instead of rushing to the center.

"Even if the demon mosquito is the king, we are getting stronger, and there is still room for maneuver, and there is much more room for maneuver. ”

"Yes, no matter how you look at time, it is favorable, and you should endure it no matter how you look at it. Yes"

In front of the demon cultivator, Thirteen Lang is always light and light, and he regards all kinds of demon mosquitoes as ants. Only when he gets along with the three monks and Taoists will Thirteen Lang let go of his heart. Reveal real worries.

"Did you find anything other than the golden mosquito? Say it, let's see it together. "The rare patience shown by the Fire Maiden shows that the battle is a source of growth.

"It's not about discovery, it's just feeling, not even feeling. ”

Thirteen Lang's face was solemn. Raising his hand and pointing to the front and the ground, he said, "There is a death intent here, very strong, very terrifying. ”

Death?

The dirty tract was a little unimpressed, and said, "This way can also feel it." Battlefield killing, how can there be no intention to die. ”

Bufan said: "All living beings have spirits, all living beings are equal, the demon race has millions of casualties, there are hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes, and so many creatures have died in one place in a very short time. The intent to die should be strong. However, "

The words changed slightly, and Bufan hesitated and said: "The way of the gentleman is related to life and death, or can see through the situation that we can't see, can you tell me in detail." ”

Shisanlang replied with a wry smile: "If you can really see through it, you don't have to worry." ”

I don't know the most terrible, I can't know it, and naturally I can't try to deal with it, especially on the battlefield. As the backbone of the whole army. Shisanro behaved like this, and everyone around him felt heavi. The breath was somewhat oppressive.

In his thoughts, his palm was slightly hot, and an alarm suddenly rose in his heart, and Thirteen Lang looked down at the three iron chains, his eyes flashing slightly.

The indescribable feeling can only be compared with the Kunlun Palace. Afterwards, Thirteen Lang knew that he was being watched by Nizu at that time, and his every move was in his eyes. The difference is that at this time, the feeling is more vague, I don't know if it's because Thirteen Lang is stronger than the beginning, or because the other party is much weaker than Nezu.

But more ferocious. It's also colder.

"It's better than knowing nothing. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, Shisanlang said: "It's actually not bad to respond to all changes with the same. ”

The turn was a little sudden, and the three monks and women were a little confused.

"Now that the golden mosquitoes have decreased, and the ghosts are nowhere to be seen, it may be possible to speed up the advance appropriately. Wait until you have room to think of ideas and see if you can draw them out. ”

After casually arranging, Thirteen Lang turned his eyes to Big Ash and said, "What does Senior Brother think?"

"Me?"

Da Shen paused for a moment, puffed up his chest and said, "It's good." ”

At this moment, everyone around was surprised, and I wondered how this fool had changed his temperament and spoke so concisely?

"What's good, can't speak human words?" Huo Linglong shook her hand is a slap, and her movements are extremely skillful, it seems that she has become accustomed to bullying Da Ash anytime and anywhere, whether she is happy or unhappy, she will add fists and kicks at every turn.

"This god is not a human" Big Ash muttered and didn't dare to resist, and responded: "What this god means is that it is good to not change when it does not change." ”

"Idiot, parrot still says good"

"That's it. ”

With a sentence announcing the end of the discussion, Thirteen Lang turned around and gave the order.

"Speed up and focus on killing. ”

How long is a year? The answer is twelve months, three hundred and sixty days, four thousand three hundred and twenty hours.

To the creatures of the land of dreams, the third year seemed so long, so long that it seemed like it would never end, and at the same time so short that every second counted, and there was no room for relaxation.

In the southeast of the altar, 3,000 people occupy their positions, forming a brilliant array, and the killing intent is rushing into the sky. The demon cultivator did not hide his deeds, so he waited for the opponent to enter in a dignified manner.

In front of the sword array, the spirit machine carried four iron chains, and rushed to the direction of the altar like the wind, and beside him, the gun king and other four masters guarded closely, escorting the spirit machine all the way into the sea of mosquitoes, thousands of miles in an instant.

Five clear blood paths spread, and the sea of mosquitoes was like a honeycomb that had been turned over, roaring and rolling, surging towards those figures in all directions, and the momentum was ten times stronger than before.

"Roar!"

The thunder roared for no reason, and somewhere in the sea of mosquitoes, seven or eight mountains suddenly rose on the flat ground, and countless demon mosquitoes flew into the air like arrows, unfolding like huge mushrooms, and pounced on the top of everyone's heads.

"Let's go!"

The Spear King snorted coldly, and the iron spear flew into the air to shoot at the nearest mosquito mountain, turning around and walking away without hesitation, and the rest of the demon cultivators followed suit, and after casting one of the most severe divine powers, they retreated several times faster than when they came.

Only the inspiration did not go.

The fourfold spell was cast at the same time, and the demon mosquito suffered countless deaths and injuries and increased chaos, and it was too late to recover for the time being.

Demon mosquitoes rage. Seven or eight mountains rolled wildly, frantically chasing the four demon cultivators, but I don't know what the road is, when it is far away from the center of the mosquito sea to reach a certain distance, there is a terrible neighing in the ears, one by one, like wild horses tied to death by ropes, suddenly stopped.

It was the mountains that paused. The rocks inevitably flew in all directions, too many demon mosquitoes could not stop the momentum of progress, collided with each other, suffered heavy injuries, died, and a swarm of stone-like mosquitoes flew out of the mosquito mountain, wailing endlessly. The next moment, the mosquito mountain retreated as if it was being pulled by a rope, leaving behind a large number of dead and injured demon mosquitoes, and some of them seemed to feel something, lingering and refusing to leave.

"Roar!"

Internal re-summoning. Hearing that there seemed to be a violent anger and anxiety, most of the demon mosquitoes accelerated after hearing it, leaving three clusters of demon mosquitoes in place, no, four clusters of demon mosquitoes, like wild dogs that smelled the smell of rotting meat, tracking all the way along the breath, and gradually moving away.

From time to time, scattered demon mosquitoes join. The mosquito colony gradually expanded, increased, thickened, and eventually. Four mosquito swarms of more than ten acres in size stayed away from the sea of mosquitoes and pounced all the way.

The farther away from the altar, the more the demon mosquito wanted to track the breath, as if it had been freed from some kind of restraint and acted only on instinct, and after a moment, the three groups of demon mosquitoes stopped in place, hovering around a certain place and refusing to move again. The mosquito swarm at the back of the swarm completely lost its mind, tumbling and rolling wildly all the way into the center of the sword array.

Such a spectacle.

"Fight, kill!"

Drinking awakened three thousand demons, thousands of flying swords were sacrificed at the same time, and the air was divided into three major waves inside and outside. The layers are intertwined and connected to each other, forming a cage shrouded in pure sword light.

The Meridian Sword Array is full of changes, but it is completely unnecessary at this time, such a demon mosquito is just a group of lambs who don't know how to use their weapons, and they are at the mercy of everyone to kill. To put it mildly, even without the Sword Formation, this battle is a must-win game.

It didn't last for a moment, and during the slaughter, there were ripples somewhere in the Demon Cultivation Array, and a pale spirit body appeared, stumbling into a handful of pills, and gasping for breath. At the same time, the mosquito swarm seemed to suddenly return to its soul, and flew in all directions with a hiss, trying to launch a counterattack.

It's just a dying struggle. Three thousand demon cultivators, seven masters, if they can't even kill this little demon mosquito, how can they survive until now. When the demon mosquito enters the battle, the outcome of the battle is doomed, and the only suspense is how much the demon cultivator will pay, and whether there will be casualties.

In just a moment of incense, the mosquito swarm was wiped out, and the demon cultivator was reorganized; without reminding, the slightly recovered spirit entered the ground again, and went straight to one of the three demon mosquitoes.

Escaping the soil does not mean that you can stay in the soil forever, otherwise, no one in the world can help the inspiration. In fact, although the spirit can enter the ground, several masters here can find its location, and what they can deceive is not enough for those demon mosquitoes.

At the beginning, in order to hide the eyes of the demon hunter, Thirteen Lang could only use stupid methods to dig a tunnel two thousand miles long; At this time, the principle is similar, although the demon cultivation is a major repair, but if they are replaced by the spiritual machine, because there is no earth to cover, they will soon be trapped in the sea of mosquitoes, and it will be difficult to escape.

This is Shengke.

A weak monk who changed the tide of battle, as unimaginable as it sounded, became a reality today. It is conceivable that as long as the mana can keep up, as long as there is enough time, and the battle continues to develop according to this trajectory, the demon cultivator can fish out the mosquito sea little by little and kill them all.

Trapping the enemy and killing the enemy, the three thousand demon cultivators repaired from time to time, steadily advancing in the direction of the altar, and at the same time, far north on the opposite side, the number of the team of the thirteen langs was much smaller, and the battle was a completely different scene, opening and closing, more ferocious than the southern front.

"Rush!"

The three hundred strong battles were lined up, all kinds of shields flashed on their bodies, and they were wearing all kinds of armor, which armor was it, and it was clearly the corpses of demon mosquitoes, which were hastily connected to use as armor. Not only that, the three hundred warriors held a spear in their right hand, a shield in their left hand, a shield with a shield, and a mosquito corpse without a shield, and processed magic weapons and even stones into tools, which could always have some effect.

The warrior rushed forward, followed by two hundred cultivators behind him, ten overhaulers and four gods, who were specifically responsible for guarding the mosquito king and preventing problems before they happened.

The demon mosquito was like a storm, the popping sound was dense like a drum, and the three hundred strong battles rushed dozens of miles, rushing through the area where the demon mosquitoes were sparse, and at the same time stopped and raised their hands.

"Kill!"

When the air was cut off, three hundred roars echoed, and three hundred bright and beautiful lights shone brightly, releasing 30,000 heavy killing machines.

endured humiliation and humiliation for three years, and the counterattack began at this moment

(To be continued......)