I carefully crossed the defense line composed of gunpowder and looked into the forest ahead.
As expected, it was similar to what I had calculated.
There were a lot of black monsters defending in the forest, about three to four times or even more than the encirclement from other directions. otbnkotgt I walked into the woods from the side, and after a long circle I avoided a few weird black-skinned spies.
I climbed up a tree, holding the trunk of the tree with one hand and pressing the other hand on the gourd around my waist. .
Stare straight ahead.
I could vaguely see something resembling a sedan placed among a large group of dark-skinned weirdos in the woods.
The evolution and development history of sedan chairs is also very long.
We now generally think of them as like houses.
The large dome sedans began to appear in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Going forward.
The sedan chairs are all made of small squares.
To put it bluntly, they look like a coffin.
There is not much room for people to sit inside, and it feels like they are carrying a suitcase.
It felt like this when placed among several black-skinned weirdos.
There were about a dozen weirdos around, so it was not easy to get close.
I thought for a moment, turned around, reached out and touched a gourd, and soon a trace of gray smoke came out of the gourd.
"You haven't called me out for a long time, what do you want me to do?"
The old monster floated in front of me, looking sleepy.
When he spoke, he glanced at me sideways, as if he was uncomfortable with me disturbing his clear dream.
"Do you see the group of dark-skinned monsters below?
Help me lure them away.
I want to get closer to the stone box among them."
I whispered.
The old monster turned his head and looked under the tree, then immediately shook his head and said, "No."
"Why can't it work?"
The old monster has always been unwilling to cooperate with me.
At this juncture, I can only approach the old monster by making excuses, but he looks unhappy.
"Why should I help you?"
he asked me instead.
"Don't forget, Mr.
Xu."
I hadn't moved Mr.
Xu out to scare him, but he shouted unhappily, "Don't threaten me.
If I don't like it, I just don't like it.
You can figure out your own affairs." ” As he spoke, he was about to get into the gourd again.
This time I put my hand on the mouth of the gourd first.
Seeing that I would not give in, the old monster's face immediately darkened and he whispered: "If I yell now, it will cause the following Those weirdos’ ideas” My expression suddenly dropped, and I muttered a curse in my mouth.
His fingers brought out a strange flame from the mouth of the gourd.
The old monster stepped back a distance, looked at me solemnly and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Boy, you want to do something to me" The old monster never listens to my orders.
In his opinion, if I hadn't been lucky, Xianshan Cainai would have died in his hands long ago.
To be honest, I really had no way to suppress him more than two years ago, but more than two years later, the situation is different.
There was a faint flame on my finger.
It seemed that the flame would be extinguished at any time in the strong wind, but when it reflected it in the eyes of the old monster, he had to look solemn.
"The flames in your gourd cannot hurt me.
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I have lived in your gourd for so long and I have already figured out its secrets."
He said in a low voice.
"You can try it, if you think my flames can't hurt you."
I stretched out my fingers burning with weak flames.
The old monster retreated subconsciously, and of course the aura that oppressed me no longer existed at this moment.
Even though he has existed for so long, in fact, he is still afraid of death or disappearing without even being qualified for reincarnation.
"You are forcing me" "You're right, I'm just forcing you to either help me lure away the monsters below, or we can fight here.
At worst, the fish will die and the net will be broken.
Don't worry.
If I am killed, I will definitely drag you into the water."
Although my words are disappointing.
His expression became more ferocious, but it was indeed very effective.
He floated into the air and whispered: "Remember what you did today.
One day I will repay you twice as much."
After saying that, he turned into a strange gray cyclone and floated down from the tree.
I immediately turned my head and looked sideways, only to see him floating back and forth in the air, quickly attracting the attention of all the dark-skinned weirdos.
Facing the old monster like a ghost.
A group of weirdos immediately became alert, and one of them even roared at the old monster.
The old monster flew in the air and glanced at me with his peripheral vision.
After I nodded to him, the old monster opened his hands, and in his gray soul state, he emitted waves of terrible gray winds.
These strong winds stirred the ground and swept through the woods.
In fact, the old monster in the soul state is still very powerful, but it is because of its powerful tricks.
If he really had the original strength of his original body, he wouldn't be frightened by me just now.
I know this very well The strong wind blowing on his side became stronger and stronger, and the monsters on the ground howled and yelled one by one, and then the old monster flew out into the woods behind.
The weirdos followed and swarmed towards him.
I stayed on the tree without showing my head and didn't dare to make a sound.
I saw most of the weirdos followed the old monster away and then turned back to look at the ground.
The remaining two weirdos were guarding the suspicious stone box.
I pursed my lips.
The appearance of these two dark-skinned weirdos was different from the other weirdos I saw.
The body is bigger, the murderous aura is stronger, and the combat power is obviously extraordinary.
But if I don't go down now, my situation will be even more dangerous when the other weirdos come back later.
At that moment, my heart suddenly changed, and I jumped down from the tree.
The sound of landing alerted the two guards, and these two big men immediately set their eyes on me.
I said, "I just want to see what's in the stone box.
It's not malicious."
But it was obvious that these two guys had no intention of having a serious discussion with me.
As soon as I finished speaking, one of them rushed towards me.
The weapon in his hand was obviously used by hunters in the mountains.
It was something like a steel fork.
One fork stabbed at me.
After I skillfully avoided it, another weirdo came up from behind.
He waved a huge net in his hand and hit it under his head. .
There was a kind of gladiator in ancient Rome who used fishing nets and harpoons as tools.
It sounds silly, but it was actually very effective in combat.
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When a person is caught in a fishing net, his or her mobility will be restricted.
At the same time, the person's sense of direction will disappear the moment he is caught in the fishing net, leaving him dizzy and at his mercy for a second or two.
This fighting method is obviously not unique to ancient Roman gladiators.
One of them holds a steel fork and the other wields a fishing net.
They work very well together.
As soon as I dodged the fishing net, the steel fork hit my back.
I hurriedly avoided it, but the steel fork still grazed my skin, and a bloody mouth instantly appeared.
"Damn it."
I cursed and slapped my palm on the ground, subconsciously trying to activate the earth element.
But there was no movement on the ground.
My breath was clearly penetrated into the ground, but the spell was not successful.
My expression changed immediately, how could this happen?
Now I am as accustomed to controlling this simple Five Elements spell as drinking water and eating.
But when the spell failed, I was stunned by the sudden change.
Then a big net came down from the top of my head, covering my whole body in it.
Seeing that another weirdo was coming to kill me with a steel fork, in desperation and at this critical moment, I tried to use my breath to urge the flame on my hand to light the fishing net.
What he didn't expect was that the flame on his hand didn't even burn.
There was just a trace of sparks.
There was no fire for a long time.
At the same time, the steel fork had already stabbed down.
I rolled on the spot wrapped in a fishing net, narrowly escaping the fork.
But the fishing net is getting tighter and tighter, and it is getting harder and harder to break free.
"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang" the harpoon stabbed down several times in succession.
I was also lucky.
The terrain here was on a slope.
I rolled down the slope much faster than rolling on flat ground, so I was able to avoid the steel.
Cross fatal attack.
After finally rolling away some distance, I saw the dark-skinned weirdo chasing after me.
At the critical moment, I tried to light the flame again.
This time the flame came out of my hand smoothly: