Chapter 145 Frustrate the enemy, invite

"Huh!"

A black feather that radiated all its luster came like a sharp arrow, and slanted to the ground. Where Yu passed, a white qi swept through the bodies of the two demon clans, and the blood was like splashing water, and the two demons didn't snort and fell down.

Everyone's faces changed, but Qi Yuan was overjoyed, and shouted wildly: "The miscellaneous people of the Night Feather Shrine, taste the grass divine power of your grandfather Qi Yuan!"

On the grassland within a few miles, the blades of grass stood up like long knives.

"Buzz ......"

A strange and dull sound began to spread, and this time, even the faces of Qi Heng and Qiong Twelve changed, and the two of them said in unison: "Bone Flute Qiongtong!"

Qiong Twelve knew this person because he was originally a person from the Night Feather Shrine and knew the roots. Qi Heng has lived a long time and knows a lot of secrets.

"Who is the bone flute Qiongtong?" Qi Sheng asked puzzled, and Qi Yuan's face, who was standing not far from him, suddenly turned red as if he was drunk, and the low and strange "buzzing" sound suddenly pulled up and became sharp.

"Ahh

In the depths of the dark wasteland, a medium-sized demon clan slowly walked in, with a pair of eyes closed, dressed in black, and holding a strange bone flute only the length of a palm in his mouth.

As soon as this person appeared, the soldiers of the Wood God Shrine who were lying on the ground screaming even more desperately: "Oh my God, he has already refined a strange treasure!"

During this period of contact, Wu Luo also understood that the demon clan was not unable to use magic weapons, but because the demon clan cultivated natal supernatural powers, the demon clan's magic weapons must be able to match their natal supernatural powers.

There are not many materials that can meet this requirement, so the demon clan usually uses a part of their own body as a raw material to refine magic weapons.

For example, the demon clan of the Night Feather Shrine Shrine, like the birds, has hollow bones. Qiongtong dismantled a section of his rib and refined it into his own "strange treasure" bone flute.

In the Eastern Soil, the demon clan that can possess a strange treasure is definitely no less powerful than the human race.

Originally, because of his existence, the Night Feather Shrine was likely to destroy the Wood Shrine and dominate the Sunset Wasteland, but unfortunately I don't know why, Qiongtong suddenly went crazy and was imprisoned by the Night Feather Shrine, and the Wood Shrine escaped. I didn't expect him to come to his senses tonight.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, even Qi Heng felt a little numb.

Qiongtong, whose eyes were closed, stood in front of everyone for dozens of feet, and the bone flute in his mouth couldn't stop whimpering. Compared with the Strange Treasure Bone Flute, the sound of the Twelfth Qiong Bō Thunder Killing Bullet is simply a gentle stroke.

Wu Luo looked at Qiongtong, and with a move in his mind, he would open the "Land of Abundance", and the green y-vines extended out one by one, dancing around like bamboo leaves.

"Half-wood divine power!"

As soon as Biy-vine appeared, he enveloped the surroundings with spiritual power, and the damage of the bone flute's sound bō attack to the demon clan was greatly reduced, and the warriors of the wood god mound recovered.

This time, they really saw Wu Luo urging the "half-wood" old vine, and confirmed that it was undoubtedly half-wood's divine power. Qi Sheng's previous words became jealousy, and he was embarrassed and thrown home.

The warriors of Kikamizuka were greatly excited, and despite facing a mysterious and powerful opponent, there was still a lot to be done with a master who could control the power of Hangi on their side.

The appearance of Biy-vine surprised the owner of the bone flute slightly, and the evil whining of the bone flute paused slightly, and soon became coherent again.

Obviously, just a "half-wood divine power" can't make Qiongtong really jealous.

The surrounding demon warriors were worried, the enemy was too strong, and they didn't seem to be deterred by the master of the half-wood divine power.

Zhu Yan and Yi Long were also a little worried, and they couldn't say that they would have to commit L-identity today. Fortunately, they have confirmed the richness of the Eastern Soil, and have a general understanding of the entire Eastern Earth World Structure, which is not considered nothing.

Wu Luo smiled slightly, and the biy-vine poison miasma was pervasive, spreading little by little, seemingly slowly, but it only took a cup of tea to expand in front of Qiongtong.

Qiong Tong was obviously a little unwilling, and as soon as he spoke the bone flute, a trace of sound bō pierced into the poisonous miasma.

"Snort......" A burst of white smoke rose up, and the sound bō was quickly corroded. Qiongtong also frowned, and had to retreat ten feet.

The warriors of the wooden shrine immediately cheered and waved their fists in demonstration.

Qi Sheng's face was ugly, Wu Luo used his half-wood divine power to knock out more than half of his arrogance.

He originally thought that with his own strength, coupled with his status as the nephew of the high priest, he would be able to squeeze Qi Yuan out of the position of tiger and leopard warrior sooner or later. But the appearance of a master with half-wood divine power almost shattered his dream.

And now, Wu Luo has obviously won the support of the warriors in the wood god mound, and it is even more difficult for him to seize the position of the Qiyuan tiger and leopard warriors.

Qiongtong retreated ten feet, but he didn't mean to stop there. He didn't move, but suddenly he slammed the bone flute, and suddenly streams of sound bō that could be seen by the eye floated out of the bone flute, surrounding his body, spreading in all directions, forming a sound bō shield.

The miasma of Biy-vine came in front of him, all blocked out by the sound bō shield. He had calculated it right: if he had stood in that place, even the shroud would have corroded. But after stepping back ten feet, the poisonous miasma spread, and the concentration had been greatly reduced, not enough to penetrate his sound bō shield.

"Ahh

"With the blessing of the ancestors, we can escape this catastrophe......"

Wu Luo looked at Qiong Tong in the distance, his eyes were always closed, if he opened them, Wu Luo guessed that it would definitely not be like Qiong Twelve, just a simple pair of bird pupils.

He snorted and said aloud, "Open your eyes." ”

The warriors of the Kijinzuka around Wuluo didn't understand what it meant, and Qi Yuan explained, "It seems that this warrior will only exert his strongest combat power when he opens his eyes. Mr. Wu is challenging the other party. ”

Qiong Tong was unmoved, the sound of the bone flute in his mouth whimpered, and suddenly a string of sounds bō spread out, hitting the ground and turning from various tricky angles to Wuluo's Biy-vine. a！~！