Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 115

2020-11-07

Chapter 115 The enemy is coming (55)

Kuaiji County!

Outside the volcanic valley, Yan Venerable is close to the eyes, all around seven or eight silhouettes, scattered in all directions.

"Yan Venerable, supplies are here!"

The members of the local Qianqiu Society have already sent food and water to the outside of the valley.

"I see, you go down first!"

Yan Venerable stood up and walked towards the valley, "Let's see how long you can last!"

Drinking Old Man Huo has powerful firearms, and the entire group can't kill him, so he can only besiege him temporarily, trying to kill the opponent.

The Qianqiu Society can provide sustenance continuously, but the fire-drinking old man and Qilie can only sit and eat in the mountains.

Sooner or later, food and water will be cut off, forcing them to come out.

In the valley, the fire-drinking old man and Qilie looked a little dejected when they faced a small dry pond.

This is already the seventh pond that has been drained. This is a volcano. Drinking water is extremely precious, and one sip is less than one sip.

The fire-drinking old man worked hard to reclaim eight ponds, and now only the last pond is left. If it goes on like this, he will die of thirst.

"Martial Uncle, it's time to make a decision!"

Qilie tidied his clothes and pursed his chapped lips, "It's better for me to go out and die in a fierce battle than to be trapped by them. !"

"You idiot, those bastards out there, I wish you could do this!"

The old man who drinks fire jumped and cursed, "I'm hot-tempered, but not a fool, they think To trap us, to force you and me to collapse without fighting, ah bah, but I won't let them do what they want!"

"There is still water and food here, and when the water is finished, let's go out to hunt, eat raw meat, drink Blood, and the rotten people of Qianqiu Society to the end!"

Qi Lie was a little moved, "Martial Uncle!"

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in his ears.

The fire-drinking old man's expression changed, "Not good, the other party is about to send a Flying Sword, hurry up and hide!"

Outside the valley, Yan Venerable has received a message from the gods. His face was gloomy.

He turned behind him and spoke to the empty bushes, "Flying Sword slave, we have to withdraw, but before we leave, we can't make them feel better, you send another Flying Sword."

"Remember, spare no effort!"

No one answered, but Yan Venerable knew that the other party had heard his order.

Flying Sword is a slave, good at hiding his figure. No one including Yan Venerable has seen his whereabouts along the way.

However, this person's Flying Sword is so powerful that even Yan Venerable gives three points.

After a while, there was a shrill whistling sound in the air, like a steam whistle blowing, challenging the limit of the eardrum, making people unable to help cover their ears.

Whoosh, a wave of air created something from nothing, which appeared in everyone's sight, but couldn't tell where it came from.

The rolling air waves made everyone's clothes flutter, and their expressions were uncertain.

Like a stone falling into the water, there is an instant echo in the valley.

The rumbling, the sound of mountain collapses, and the sound of rubble rolling around can be heard incessantly.

During the period, several explosions sounded one after another, apparently the fire-drinking old man and Qilie used firearms to resist something.

After a while, a white line appeared in the air, and then disappeared.

Yan Venerable sighed, "Let's go!"

The other warlocks looked at each other in blank dismay, what happened?

"Assuming their fate is big, they can escape the catastrophe. Let's kill the unknown monk first, and then it's not too late to cook the fire-drinking old man!"

Yan Venerable knew that just now Remember Flying Sword, smashed down the hiding place of the two, but was exhausted and failed to kill the two old people who drink fire.

We can only wait for the next time!

In the valley, a piece of debris wriggled a few times, and two silhouettes emerged.

"Haha, Lao Tzu is still alive!"

The old man drinking fire was covered in dust, blood all over his face, and his laughter was extremely heroic.

"Qianqiu Society, let's write down this account, Qilie!"

"Martial Uncle, I'm here!"

"This place is being attacked by dogs. Keep an eye on it, we can't keep it, we must cross the river, find a place for closed-door cultivation, and find this place another day!"

"Yes, Martial Uncle!"

odd His eyes were worried, and he didn't know how much pressure Fang Dou brother should be under!

……

Jinling County has seven counties, and this county is one of them.

The Jiming Temple where Fang Dou is located is in the vicinity of the county seat, and it is backed by a deep mountain. It can be said to be an outstanding location.

The transportation is convenient, you can go to the county at any time and buy all kinds of items you need.

At the same time, this place is deserted, there are many poisonous insects, and hunters and woodcutters do not come often.

Therefore, this temple seems to be a good place for cultivation.

Fang Dou has poured himself into making iron windmills these days, and it has already hit the harvest season.

This is a two-wheeled vehicle made by steel essence. The structure is also simple. There are two wheels and a beam, and an iron windmill is erected on it.

This is the complete body of the firearm 'pinwheel'.

This thing can use the wind to ignite the fire, and there is an endless stream. It uses the power of the weather and the weather to drive the wheels to turn, and it comes and goes like the wind. It can be said to be extremely powerful.

As soon as Fang Dou was finished refining, he tried to drive the iron windmill, and the result was simply fierce.

In a small test of the bull's knife, in a field where weeds are overgrown and rocks are everywhere, scorched soil with a diameter of 500 meters is burned.

While Qilie's iron windmill has no lower wheels and loses its mobility, Fang Dou's finished product is different. It can control the wind and fire and chase the enemy to attack.

This firearm attacked with full force. The two wheels and windmills were covered in raging flames, making it impossible for thousands of troops to get close.

"Okay, wow!"

Fang Dou is more confident with another weapon in hand.

So, he put away the iron windmill and sat on the altar as usual.

“The degree of Beast Dao!”

During this time, Fang Dou often used this spell to collect Soul Spirit from all over the country.

The altar acts as an amplifier, increasing the radiation range of the spell by six to twelve times, so Fang Dou can reach most of the county's land.

Soul Spirit from all directions is a natural source of intelligence.

Fang Dou's move is to use Soul Spirit to detect whether there is any abnormality in the county and to judge whether the enemy is coming.

Today is also the same as usual. He began to select Soul Spirit, who was still conscious, and began to ask whether there was any abnormal situation.

Soul Spirit suffered various accidents during his lifetime, and may have been muddleheaded and expressed ruthlessness, but there are exceptions, which can be said to have suffered before birth.

“en!”

Fang Dou found something different this time.

Two girls who were picking mulberry in the fields, a cattle grazing in the wild, and several lambs were all killed by a strange bird attack.

The memory in front of them all remembered that a black wind fell from the sky, and then a strange bird with black body appeared, covered with purple feathers, eyes blood red like blood, and even more ferocious. grimace.

Whether the girl or the cow and sheep were killed by this strange bird, the top of the head was pecked and the brain was hollowed out.

"This is no ordinary bird!"

And the area where they were attacked, coincidentally formed a line, although it was slightly curved, but no accident, in the end It will connect you to the temple where Fang Dou is.

Fang Dou became nervous in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, and he spread out his hands and summoned the dog spirit.

"Quickly go to this area and help me find the whereabouts of this strange bird!"

The black dog hurriedly spread its claws and ran in the direction pointed by Fang Dou go.

(end of this chapter)