Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 120

2020-11-07

Chapter 120 Offense and Defense (55)

Yan Venerable, looking at Fang Dou from a distance, saw him throw punches and kicks, grinding stones The blocks shattered and fell all over the ground with rubble.

"This Little Monk is so good at punching and kicking, even if he is in a head-to-head confrontation with the Mountain Destroyer, he will not lose the wind, and the performance is amazing!"

The shock brought by Fang Dou is getting more and more The more.

In this group of people, the mountain destroyer is famous for his strength and blood, and belongs to the MT type of role.

However, Fang Dou's hand-to-hand combat ability is no weaker than that of Destroyer.

In this way, there is no shortcoming in long-range and melee combat, and it is the most difficult enemy.

"It's a pity!"

Yan Venerable had already made a strategy, Fang Dou was alone, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't resist their attack like a wheel.

The Qianqiu Society is based on the Tiangang altar, and knows a lot about the altar. They know that they only need to destroy the altar added by Fang Dou to gain the upper hand.

"Old Yan, according to the current offensive, in more than ten hours, this stone altar will be completely destroyed!"

Behind Yan Venerable, a nickname 'Paper' phantom' warlock, whispered.

"Well, do it quickly, let the Earthwalker go over later!"

"Old Yan really has no last resort!"

They feel The overall situation has been decided, but on Fang Dou's side, there is no feeling that the end is coming.

Fang Dou stamped the soles of his feet, the altar still as stable as Mount Tai.

hehe, thankfully he spared no expense, forcibly raised the cost to the limit, the materials and craftsmanship of the stone altar are the highest, and there is no sloppy-work at all.

Therefore, if the Mountain Destroyer wanted to destroy the stone altar, he just threw stones from a distance. A conservative estimate would take more than ten hours to say the least.

Fang Dou thought of this, and there was a sound of breaking air above his head, and three or two large stones fell.

dong dong dong, several stones were broken one after another, and the gravel fell to the ground like rain.

Fang Du took a breath and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He had seen the ground in front of the temple countless times, and he knew everything about it.

Despite the fierce fighting and chaos, he still found some incongruity.

The ground is a soil layer, and it is not smooth.

However, it's not that, like the one in front of me, a sinuous bulge protrudes, like an earthworm in the ground burrowing forward.

According to the thickness of the drum, this 'earthworm' is at least as thick as a water tank.

"Not good!"

Fang Dou was startled, and suddenly his feet shook violently, as if something hit the foundation of the stone altar underground.

"hmph!"

A muffled groan sounded in my ear, obviously the 'thing' under the ground suffered a big loss.

“hehe!”

Fang Dou grinned. When he originally designed the stone altar, he deliberately left the foundation very deep, with a ratio of five to one to the height of the ground.

If you want to work on the ground and overturn the altar, you will be busy!

"Ah!"

The soil layer was overturned, and a short and fat bald man came out, with a red forehead, a swollen bump the size of a fist, and kept breathing cold air. .

"It hurts to death!"

Yan Venerable in the distance, hate iron for not becoming steel, "Get down to the soil, are you quite a target when you are so close?"

The short, fat, bald man is just like the ground walker in Yan Venerable's mouth.

He listened, and bowed his hands to Yan Venerable, "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, give me half a day, and I will be able to overturn this altar!"

"Half a day!"

This time is far beyond Yan Venerable's estimate.

But when I think of it, there are mountain-destroying people throwing rocks on the top, and ground walkers digging on the bottom, which greatly improves the efficiency.

"Go to work!"

At this time, Fang Dou lifted the steel essence iron rod from his side, and moved towards Earthwalker and threw it forcefully.

His arms were already strong, but at this moment, he used the iron staff as a throwing spear, and the sound of breaking through the air was so sharp that the eardrums rose, and afterimages flashed, he stuck it on the ground.

It's a pity that it was a step too late. The groundwalker heard the order and turned over and burrowed into the soil. The iron rod was inserted into the ground and submerged halfway into the soil.

As soon as Fang Dou shot, he smashed a few big stones from the top of his head, and the stone altar under his feet trembled slightly.

In this way, the altar can't hold up much.

The Mountain Destroyer is hidden in the mountains, and the Earthwalker is buried under the soil. Both of them hide their whereabouts and cannot attack for a while.

Fang Dou sighed, this time has met a formidable rival.

The leader of the other party, that 'Yan Venerable' has not yet shot!

"Iron windmill, come!"

Fang Dou opened his mouth sharply, black smoke rose from the grass, and flames rose in an instant.

The iron windmill in ambush in the dark has been gathering momentum for a long time and appeared in front of everyone.

"huhuhu!"

"Hide!"

The warlocks behind Yan Venerable, when they saw the iron windmill appear, were like frightened birds, posing in various poses. Posture alert.

However, the target of the iron windmill is not them.

The wheel wrapped in fire rolled over the ground, leaving two lines of charred ruts, which were actually along the bulge drilled by the ground walker, all the way to the bottom of the stone altar.

"No, he wants to kill the Earthwalker!"

The two men who threatened the altar, the Mountain Destroyer is far away in the mountains, only the Earthwalker is in front of us, killing him is the best easy.

"Zhi Huan, hold him back!"

Warlock named 'Zhi Huan' is a middle-aged man with a sad face, and his hands are very well maintained. Take out the white paper and scissors.

hua hua Several times, cut a circle from the paper.

"The bright moon hangs high!"

Zhi Huan held the paper-cut full moon and pointed to the sky above her head.

Strange to say, it's afternoon, a little earlier than dusk, not to mention a night full of stars and moon.

However, he used the paper moon to face the sky above his head and covered it lightly.

The next moment, the surrounding light dimmed, including Yan Venerable everyone, the scene was in a trance for a few times, and the scene was already Big Dipper Turns and Stars Move.

A bright moon hung overhead, all around was pitch black, and suddenly it was midnight.

On the altar, Fang Dou breathes deeply, closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens his eyes, he finds that there is still a scene in the middle of the night, even the cool night wind is real, it doesn't look fake at all.

"What a brilliant Illusion Technique!"

Zhi Huan continued the practice, holding scissors and cutting against the paper hua hua.

"Look at me, the fireflies fly!"

The confetti that was cut from the sky turned into one after another firefly and swarmed towards the altar.

The light was already extremely dim, and so many light spots appeared suddenly, making Fang Dou almost unable to open his eyes.

Unmanned, the iron windmill began to stop.

Fang Dou waved his hands one after another, but the firefly created by these Illusion Techniques is weak, like duckweeds on the water, easy to gather and disperse, and it can't be driven away!

"Illusion Technique only!"

Fang Dou breathes deeply, golden light emerges from his chest, and when the imposing manner is brewed enough, he opens his mouth and roars.

“Country!”

This is the first time he has used a roar since he achieved a second-rate warlock, and the effect is unexpected.

The roaring sound waves, like a group of golden light, spread to all directions.

Those firefly, affected by golden light, shattered in an instant.

The dark night of all around, together with the bright moon above my head, can no longer be self-rounded, under the ravages of golden light everywhere, pierced with holes.

The Illusion Technique has been unable to sustain the light from the outside.

After another trance, the night dissipated, and everyone appeared in front of the temple in the daytime.

(end of this chapter)