Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 118

2020-11-07

Chapter 118 Rampage (35)

In front of the temple, Fang Dou sits on the altar and drives the dog spirit to act Eyes and ears, track Yan Venerable entire group.

In Beast Dao, in addition to the dog spirit and the crocodile spirit, there is a new guest, which is the 'Poison Spirit'.

In this way, the water, land and air are gathered.

The crocodile spirit has been severely injured and is still training at the moment.

Only the dog spirit can still be used!

Fang Dou also knew that Yan Venerable, who took the lead, was careful, and only dared to let the black dog follow far away along the way, and could not get close, so as to attract the attention of the other party.

According to the investigation of the black dog, the target of this group of people is the temple where they are.

That's right, this is the revenge of Qianqiu Society.

Fang Dou was shaking, his blood was boiling, and the battle had already begun.

In the past six months, I have been waiting for the day, and in order to improve my strength, it is finally time to hand in the papers, how can I not be excited?

"They will walk for another hour or two, and they will arrive at that place!"

According to the tracking of the black dog, Yan Venerable's entire group is at every step, and has begun to gradually approach the temple. It was Fang Dou's chosen ambush battlefield.

"Yan Venerable, we have inquired about it, and there is a depression in front of it, which was originally a large lake."

"Then the lake dried up and the ground was exposed, becoming a depression!"

"Let's go over the depression and see the temple!"

Yan Venerable listened to the inquiring warlock's report, nodded, "Everyone, be careful, pay attention to the ambush on the left side of the road, that Little Monk There are two kinds of beasts, black dogs and giant crocodiles, which are quite ferocious!"

The warlocks dispersed one after another, guarding all directions, and following each step.

They walked to the bottom of the depression step by step. The dry soil under their feet was mixed with fish bones and river shells. Obviously, this was the bottom of the big lake.

"huhuhu!"

A roar resounded in the air, resounding from the sky above, like hundreds of bellows pulling at the same time, and the heavy sound of thousands of old men's asthma breathing.

The already hot and scorching summer atmosphere has become even more unbearable, and the entire depression has become like a frying pan.

"Not good, it's here again!"

Yan Venerable sighed, waving his cuffs, dozens of sesame seeds flew out, rolled in the air, and fell to the ground, already turned into half A tall, rickety kid.

These little devils, with green skin and fangs, are as skinny as firewood, chirping and making noise.

Other warlocks are also brewing spells, ready to respond at any time.

No matter how strong the enemy is, can it be able to deal with all of them at the same time.

They had already found out that Fang Dou, who was called the 'unknown monk', was actually a loner who fought alone.

Behind all the warlocks, there is a huge monster called Qianqiu Society, how can they take him seriously?

“hu hu!”

At the top of the depression, a steel essence two-wheeler suddenly rises, and a windmill is inserted vertically on it.

Wind and fire intersected and shrouded the iron windmill, the firearm that first appeared in front of the enemy.

Before everyone could react, the iron windmill was condescending and moved towards the bottom of the depression. A pair of wheels turned faster and faster, driving the scorching wind, which made the iron windmill spin like a disc.

The huge potential energy is transformed into terrifying kinetic energy step by step, and in the end it seems to have the terrifying power to tear the air.

Yan Venerable and the others were calm at first, but as the wind became more and more violent, their expressions changed.

At the beginning, they didn't want to retreat, but seeing that the situation was not good, they wanted to retreat, it was too late.

Yan Venerable pointed his finger, and many green-skinned little devils jumped and rushed forward, trying to block the momentum of the iron windmill.

The iron windmill roared, and a flash of fire burned the group of goblins across the face. The goblins, who were divided into two halves, were still rushing forward with fierce and unafraid of death.

Well, the next scene is like a compactor crushing a group of toads, which is quite crisp!

Yan Venerable's green-skinned little devil looks thin and his skin is as hard as stratum corneum.

However, all this is nothing in front of the iron windmill!

The iron windmill roared, imposing in a manner like a motor train speeding up to Peak, and the two or three little devils who bore the brunt were all split up and in pieces on the spot.

More imps, sticking out scrawny arms, trying to claws over the wheels.

A wheel wrapped in fire, with no difficulty crushing the green-skinned kid to a pulp, the stump and the broken arm spin and splash along the wheel.

shuaa~, the raging fire and gust of wind brought by the iron windmill, accumulated for a long time, compressed into a ball of Fireball the size of a grinding disc, shrank a few times, and then exploded in an instant.

The cracked Fireball is not an illusory firelight, but like a ripe watermelon, countless pieces that are congealed like real pieces, flying out in all directions.

'Destroyer of Mountains', the man who used to be two meters tall, is now holding a pig iron door and waving it in a dizzying manner.

Three or two pieces smashed into the door panel, making Deshank's wrist numb, secretly said in one's heart, what a powerful attack.

After blocking it a few times, Shanchuangke's palm became hot. It turned out that the pig iron door had already been burned red.

Looking at the other warlocks, they were hit by countless pieces of water, fire and light, and they all used their skills to escape.

Someone activated the armored vest, turned into a gust of wind and fled, but was wiped by debris, and half of his body was wrapped in flames, burning and screaming in pain.

There are also people who have separated the soft soil layer on the ground, plunged into it, and forced the floating soil to close together, almost avoiding the debris strikes.

There are several support-oriented warlocks, chaotic and surrounded by raging fire.

With this wave, the iron windmill came from the wind, and rushed into the 'flock' with a domineering swept across all directions.

“dong!”

The first warlock to suffer, was already shrouded in flames, hit by an iron windmill, like a bag full of blood plasma, shattered in an instant, countless blood The mist burst into the air.

The iron windmill ran over quickly, crushed the man into a mass of flesh and blood, and rushed towards the second person.

Unfortunately, the second one is Destroyer.

The mountain destroyer endured the pain of burning his skin, raised the door panel with both hands, and shoveled under the iron wind wheel.

"Tiger Demon's true body, boundless and powerful!"

In the roar, the heavy iron windmill's head tilted up, with a huge momentum, leaping high in the air, from The mountain destroyer brushed over his head.

Next moment, the iron windmill fell from the sky, pressing three or four warlocks below, colliding and burning, causing tragic casualties immediately.

Yan Venerable has recovered at this moment, and immediately raised his hand.

"Explore Nether Ghost Claws!"

The huge ghost claw stretched out of thin air, grabbed the rapidly turning iron windmill, and then a puff of white smoke was emitted, as if the car body was hot. flushed.

Yan Venerable exhaled slightly, grabbed the iron windmill and threw it back.

The iron windmill tumbled a few times in the air, and the wind and fire were empty, gaining momentum again.

At this time, the Mountain Destroyer organized other warlocks and began to unite, no longer the previous chaos.

The best chance to get down is over.

The iron windmill turned its head and disappeared over the depression.

Yan Venerable had been on alert for a long time, knowing that Fang Dou would not do anything again, he put down the order to count the casualties.

After hearing the result, Yan Venerable almost suffered a brain hemorrhage. This time, the casualties were even more severe.

The fourteen people who came out this time are now only the remnants of defeated soldiers.

(end of this chapter)