Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 279
Fusheng was still beating Xu Songzhi over there, not paying attention to what was going on here at all.Fang Ling had no choice but to pick up a fragment of dragon crystal at hand and hit Fusheng on the back end-to-end to attract his attention.

Seeing that He Lianfeng, who was half-sitting up with Fang Ling's support, was vomiting heavily, Fu Sheng didn't care about Xu Songzhi, and ran over rolling and crawling.But the two of them had no medicine stone, and they couldn't figure out the reason.

Xu Songzhi had already run out of gas, and was beaten by Fusheng again. At this time, he could no longer even laugh, and he could only whistle leisurely in his bloody mouth.

The whistling sound was bleak and strange, and Fang Ling could only feel that following his whistle, rustling movements began to come from all directions in the originally silent cave, and even the moths that had been lying obediently on the cave wall began to flap. Wings are about to move.

Fang Ling immediately took Fusheng's trembling hand, wrote something in his palm, and told him to stop Xu Songzhi's mouth.

However, Fu Sheng didn't have anything extra in his hands, after he managed to bind Xu Songzhi's hands with the iron chains under his body, he couldn't even find a handful of dry grass and leaves.

In desperation, Fusheng took off his shoes and socks, balled up the smelly socks and stuffed them into Xu Songzhi's mouth.

The whistle stopped abruptly, but the movements in all directions did not stop.

Fang Ling looked anxiously at the corridor where Changting left. Fusheng immediately ran over and shouted at the corridor several times, but there was no movement.

"Then Xu Song made up his mind to leave all of us here to be buried with him from the very beginning. There must be a secret hidden in this tunnel. Mr. Chang Ting may not come back for a while."

Fu Sheng woke up like never before.

Fang Ling had no choice but to grab Fusheng's right hand and bite Fusheng's finger, causing surging blood to flow out immediately.

Fusheng was in pain, and he didn't know what Fang Ling wanted to do, but seeing that Fang Ling also bit his finger and was using blood as a medium to write the crossing talisman in the palm of his right hand, Fusheng immediately understood.

The spirit-transferring talisman is a talisman that can transfer spiritual power to others in a short period of time.

Fang Ling was seriously injured, and his legs and feet were not flexible. He was unable to defend against the incoming foreign enemies, so he had to transfer his spiritual power to Fusheng.But this kind of transmission will have a lot of loss, and [-]% or even [-]% of it will not be received.Therefore, Fusheng must find a way to quickly resolve the battle.

Fang Ling drew two spells that were exactly the same but upside down in their palms.Then make a secret with one hand and place the palms of the other hand tightly together.

As the fingers on the other hand flew rapidly, Fusheng felt that Taiyuan, Shenmen, Shaoshang, Mingmen and Laogong in his left hand seemed to be tightly absorbed by Fang Lingdui's palm. Not only that, a lingering warmth slowly flows along the acupuncture points like the warm sun in winter to his internal organs and eight extraordinary meridians, and finally stays deep in the spiritual platform.

Fusheng had no time to adapt to the sudden surge of spiritual power when he saw the ghost claw hyphae all around him begin to sway.The ghost claw mycelium has clearly withered. If there is any movement, there must be something invisible crawling underneath.

Sure enough, a burst of rustling sounds gathered towards them from one side of the platform.The phoenix moth took the opportunity to dance gracefully like a beacon in the dark night, leading the insect to approach its prey step by step.

Fu Sheng picked up the half of the iron chain on the ground, and reached the edge of the platform in a few strides, swung the chain and smashed the ghost claw mycelia on the ground, the flying debris was like a sharp hidden weapon, and the large spotted moths that bore the brunt were crushed. Cracked to pieces.

Soon, however, more and more spotted moths gathered.At the beginning, those spotted moths seemed to be afraid of the smell of the golden silkworm on Fu Sheng's body and did not dare to go too far, but the golden silkworm had already died suddenly after all, and this empty city plan would not last long.

As more and more spotted moths gathered, they seemed to be no longer afraid at all, and rushed towards Fusheng in a rampage.

Fusheng had no choice but to dance the iron chain until water couldn't enter it, which was just a constant drain on his energy.Besides, Fang Ling also had a spotted moth leading the bug over.

Forced to be helpless, Fusheng had no choice but to pinch his fingers, relying on the powerful spiritual power that Fang Ling had just transferred, to create a Flame Technique.

The flame was completely different from the one he had just used to roast the bugs. It was bright orange and burned blazingly in the palm of his hand. Fusheng seemed to smell the sizzling barbecue smell.

But the barbecue is not only not delicious at all, but it is a sour smell of burnt human flesh, a kind of greasy smell of fat being dried by the fire and released into the air emerges from the depths of memory, the sticky smell The oil seemed to clog the air around him, and there was a burning burn lingering on the tip of his nose that made Fusheng even forget to breathe, and his face was blue and purple from holding back.

Suddenly, he woke up from the stinging pain coming from his body. The transparent jumping spider that bit him had turned into large and small blood-red masses.

Not only that, but brown beetles, large and small, swarmed up the steps, running so fast that they climbed onto his legs, and when they encountered damaged clothes, they sharpened their heads and pierced into the flesh.

Fusheng quickly burned them one by one with the flame in his hand.

He roared and swept the flames from his hand towards a large area around him. He saw that the ground originally covered with ghost claw mycelium immediately revealed a large number of insect corpses. It was the bloodthirsty jumping spider, which was originally a transparent small insect, burning in the fire. Everything below turned into a burnt yellow mass and appeared.

He could still resist for a while with the Yanhuo Jue, but Fang Ling's side was quickly surrounded by a large group of spotted moths because of his inconvenient movement and he had to take care of He Lianfeng.

Densely packed insects of all sizes came flooding in from all directions.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng cursed secretly in his heart: Fuck it!

He immediately picked up the Flame Art in his hand and ignited the thick ghost claw hyphae on the ground.The ghost claw mycelium burned quickly and spread like grass.Soon the entire platform turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The reason why Changting didn't rush to pinch a flame in the face of the overwhelming attack from the ghost claw mycelium before was because he was afraid that the whole cave would be set on fire, not to mention whether he would die from suffocation due to the thin air, even the thick smoke would Everyone will be smoked to death here.

Facts have proved that Changting's worries are not unreasonable. At this moment, it is only the ghost claw mycelium on the platform that has been ignited and a lot of smoke has been emitted. It's like coughing up your entire lung.

Fortunately, Fusheng had cleared a small area of ​​the area where Fang Ling was. Before the open fire reached the place, Fusheng hurriedly picked up the surrounding ghost claw hyphae, roots and whiskers, and threw them away as much as possible. to the distance.

Seeing that Fang Ling was coughing so badly that he was about to lose his breath, Fu Sheng quickly tore off a few pieces of clothes on his body and turned his back. He heard the sound of dripping water, and held a piece of soaked cloth to cover Fang Ling's mouth and nose. Covered in He Lianfeng's face.

At first, Fang Ling didn't know where Fusheng got the water. It wasn't until he smelled a strong stench that he realized what he was using.I don't know if he has drank less water recently or has become more angry. The stinky smell is like a chamber pot in June, going straight into the lungs.

So I quickly adjusted my breath, barely stopped my coughing, and quickly performed the Water Avoidance Technique before replacing the wet cloth.

After thinking about it, this smelly wet cloth was a very rare thing in its current form. I was afraid of wasting it, so I hurriedly put a layer on it for He Lianfeng who was lying down.

Fortunately, He Lianfeng was unconscious at the moment.But even if he is conscious, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has already vomited up before, so I am afraid there is nothing to vomit at this time.

What's more, he was born in witchcraft, so he probably doesn't know the Taoist art of avoiding water. It's better to stink than to choke to death.

Fu Sheng really had no choice but to make such a bad plan, watching the gradually spreading and expanding circle of fire around him burn to the bottom of the platform, the raging fire was about to lick the cave wall in a blink of an eye.Fu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that it was going to be over.

If all the mycelium is set on fire, how many people will be roasted?
(End of this chapter)