The strongest talent tree

Chapter 284

Feng Hao was stunned as he watched from the side. It was the first time he saw the terror of the Gun Mage. No, the Mei Meimei in front of him used not only guns, but also various magic weapons. He should be called the Gun Mage. That's right.

boom!boom!boom!
The artillery fire is still bombarding, and the four-color elemental shells are crowded in the narrow tunnel entrance. The power is stacked back and forth, and the damage is very scary.

Below the entrance, the cultists suffered heavy casualties and could not break out.

At this moment, Feng Hao really felt like he was beating a dog with the door closed.

After the continuous bombardment, the cultists clearly felt the impact and stopped charging one after another, noisily discussing countermeasures.

"Haha, you think there's nothing I can do if I hide inside?" Mei Meimei smiled disdainfully, and with a wave of her hand, she put the four mortars back into the ring, and then deployed a large-caliber magic cannon.

"What is this?" Feng Hao asked, swallowing his saliva.

Mei Mei said proudly: "The squeeze flamethrower is equipped with a fire attribute intensity amplifier, and the temperature is absolutely touching."

"Fourth sister is going to roast them to death?" Feng Hao asked in shock.

"What do you think?" Mei Meimei smiled playfully and swallowed a few Qi Restoration Pills. Her consciousness moved slightly and the flamethrower was activated instantly.

The next moment, spiral flames spurted out and engulfed the entire entrance to the underground palace. The terrifying temperature made even Feng Hao's location feel unbearably hot.

Mei Meimei seemed to be used to this kind of temperature. The more it burned, the more intense it became, and the more it burned, the more excited she became.

"Quack, quack... Listen, people inside, I am the fourth thief in the Temple of Thieves. If you know better, kneel down and surrender, otherwise my aunt will roast you into suckling pigs!" Mei Meimei laughed wildly.

Feng Hao was speechless for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little pity for the cultists below.

The cultists seemed to hear Mei Meimei's voice, and someone quickly responded: "My True God Religion has no enmity with your temple, so why did you destroy my temple?"

"You are killing the people nearby, and it is related to the eradication of evil. Why do you think it is?" Mei Meimei responded with a sneer.

After hearing this, there was silence below, and it took a long time before the voice came out again: "Why are you harming the people? We are helping them evolve and sublimate!"

"Sublimation is nothing. How can you sublime if you cut off the roots?" Mei Meimei sneered disdainfully, "To tell you the truth, now that the six sects have joined forces, the Sky Eagle Group has become a target of public criticism and will soon be wiped out. I advise You’d better surrender obediently!”

"Isn't it the five major sects? Where did the six major sects come from?" the cultist snorted and sneered.

Hearing this, Mei Meimei suddenly became furious, gritted her teeth and shouted angrily: "You look down on our Thief Temple, don't you? Today I will let you feel the majesty of the Thief Temple!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Feng Hao: "Xiaowu, sister, give them a shot of ice and fire first, and then fight in with me."

"Understood." Naturally, Feng Hao would not refuse, to be honest, his hands were already itchy after watching it for so long.

Mei Meimei didn't talk nonsense. Magic power poured into the flamethrower crazily, shooting out a ball of lava-like fireball, and then replaced it with a sky-blue crystal cannon, aiming at the entrance and shooting wildly.

The next moment, ice crystals swept through the cold wind, and the cold air poured into the underground palace.

The underground palace that had just been baptized by flames was once again covered in frost. Under the alternation of cold and heat, even the stone walls in the underground palace began to crack.

Not long after, there were trembling and screaming sounds from underneath the underground palace.

"Charge!" Mei Meimei waved her hand to take back the ice crystal cannon and rushed down at the lead.Feng Hao didn't have time to think too much, he hurriedly opened [Black Eyes], entered [Shadow Escape] state, and quickly sneaked under the underground palace.

Under the cover of stealth, his eyes have turned black into deep black holes, giving people an eerie feeling.

No way, the high-end crystal eyes of the Thief Temple are not equipped with the function of colored lenses. After all, colored lenses are not a useful function and are mostly used by female magicians to decorate themselves.

Generally speaking, in order to cater to female consumers, many mechanics will add the function of contact lenses to high-quality lenses.

But Feng Hao's high-end crystal eyes were made by Mr. Jiang. For an old monster like Mr. Jiang who has lived for thousands of years, it is obvious that such boring functions as contact lenses will not be added to the crystal eyes.

At this time, the underground palace was filled with smog, and hundreds of cult members died and were injured. Except for a few sixth-level magicians and one seventh-level magician, no one was healthy.

Coupled with Mei Meimei's last wave of frost bombardment, the palace had already been covered with a thick layer of frost. Almost all the cultists were covered with a layer of frost, and their movements became extremely slow.

"How dare you come down to die." The leader of the seventh-order cultist gritted his teeth and said with a sneer: "All believers obey the order, the time to test everyone has come, and the true god will bless us!"

As soon as these words came out, the cultists suddenly rushed towards Feng Hao and the two of them, shouting embarrassing slogans.

"God bless you! God bless you—!"

"Bless me? I want to see who can protect you bastards today!" Mei Meimei sneered, raised the magic gun on her arms and fired wildly.

At the same time, a layer of energy shield is built outside the armor, so it is not afraid of attacks from cultists.

sudden!sudden!sudden!sudden!
The dense light bullets were like machine gun fire, setting off a large amount of damage data.

The cultists fell down in large pieces in an instant, but they still pounced on Mei Meimei as if they were desperate.

The leader of the seventh-level cultist bore the brunt and easily avoided Mei Meimei's shooting. His consciousness instantly locked on Mei Meimei, and the jagged heavy sword crashed down.

boom!
The energy shield outside Mei Meimei's body shattered in an instant. Fortunately, the armor protection was extremely high and she only lost one-third of her health. However, under the impact of the terrifying power, she was still blown away and landed heavily on the stone wall of the underground palace. .

"Damn it, you can beat my aunt?" Mei Meimei cursed secretly as she stood up, raised her arms and fired wildly.

At this time, Feng Hao had already sneaked into the crowd, [Moon Dance] and [Dark Moon Killing] roared back and forth. Every time he appeared, a large number of cultists fell, as if he had returned to the scene when he fought against Wuzhou Academy. When helping idiot fans.

"The protector is not good, and there is a fourth-level kid here!" Several cultists said in shock.

The seventh-level cultist was concentrating on fighting against Mei Meimei. He couldn't care about anything else. "Why, a fourth-level guy wants this protector to take action?"

With that said, he picked up the serrated heavy sword and hit Mei Meimei again.

In this way, the poor low-level cultists began to be harvested ruthlessly by Feng Hao.

In the dim underground palace shrouded in ice crystals, Feng Hao appeared and disappeared like a ghost, shuttling among the crowd. Every time he appeared, he looked like a blooming death lotus. Every time it bloomed, a large number of cultists would fall.

But the cultists were never able to capture Feng Hao's figure.

There was no way, after Mei Meimei's previous experience of the two realms of ice and fire, the energy and blood of these cultists were very weak. Coupled with the restriction of limb movement by frost, the low-level cultists were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)