"This is" "What happened?"
“One more” "careful" There was a scream, and the team of dozens of monks was torn apart in an instant with a scream.
There were two more gray figures.
If they broke into an uninhabited land, they would kill a cultivator every time they raised their hands.
In Tong Lao Lao's team, they were basically cultivators of the sixth or seventh level of False God, but these people couldn't resist even one move and were killed directly.
Qin Yi looked at this scene coldly not far away, snorted and said: "Xuanwu is responsible for defense, Qinglong, White Tiger, and Suzaku are responsible for killing.
If the four puppets come together, if they cooperate well, even the gods can turn around.
Being killed is not enough for you people."
Just as Qin Yi was speaking, more than ten heads flew up directly, and fountains of blood rose into the sky.
They looked both tragic and spectacular.
These four puppets are Ding Duxiu’s trump card and trump card.
He devoted almost all his efforts to making them using all kinds of precious materials he could get.
The material itself is extremely hard.
Compared with many The magic weapons used by virtual god realm monks must be very hard.
A long knife was slashed towards the head of the Qinglong Puppet.
The Qinglong Puppet did not dodge at all, and there was no need to dodge.
He stretched out his hand to grab it and twisted his wrist, and the long knife immediately turned into a twist.
The monk holding the long sword showed a proud expression one moment, but the next moment, everything was replaced by panic.
The Qinglong puppet waved its arm, as if it were sweeping across with a long stick, and swept the monk's head away in one fell swoop.
The horrified look on the monk's face didn't even have time to change.
A fountain of blood rose into the sky, and the ascetic's body shook a few times before falling to the ground.
The White Tiger Puppet and the Suzaku Puppet are also as unstoppable as the God of Death.
Whenever a cultivator stands in front of him, he will kill people with almost one move, just like harvesting crops.
As soon as a monk raised his magic weapon, a puppet was inserted into his chest and his heart was crushed to pieces.
The child's grandmother watched on the side with her eyelids twitching.
Although some of this team of monks were forced to join along the way, on the whole, it was Tong Lao Lao who led them for a long time.
Some of them have even joined for more than ten years.
I don’t know how much Tong Lao Lao’s hard work has been put into this team.
But now, they fell one after another like fallen leaves swept by the strong wind.
A large amount of blood was splashed out as if it was free of charge.
And those three gray figures seemed to not feel tired at all, running rampantly, and it was rare to be able to sustain two moves under their hands.
These three gray shadows are so powerful, but Grandma Tong cannot see their realm, which is why she is quite afraid at the moment.
Generally, when ascetics look at other people's realms, they will act as if their own realm is higher than the other person's realm, and then they can immediately see the other person's realm.
And if your own realm is lower than the other person's, there will be a natural resistance that prevents you from seeing the other person's realm.
But now, the situation is extremely weird.
Grandma Tong couldn't feel the opponent's resistance, but she couldn't see the opponent's state either.
Even when her spiritual mind swept over him, she couldn't feel the heartbeat and blood rushing in the other person's body.
This extremely eerie feeling made her hair stand on end.
Swish Swish Swish During the moment when she was in a daze, another large group of monks screamed and fell down.
"Kill them, kill them" Child Grandma suddenly roared and her eyes were blood red.
At this time, she could no longer care about Qin Yi and Tang Qianqian, and stared straight at the three puppets who were still killing people in the crowd.
The team that originally numbered dozens of people now only had less than half left.
Although the remaining half of the cultivators are considered superior in strength and realm among Tong Lao Lao's team, they are all like lambs to be slaughtered.
They barely resisted, and if they were not careful, their heads would be missing.
Or simply torn in half.
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Seeing that all her hard work was about to go up in flames, Grandma Tong couldn't bear it any longer.
With a roar, she stabbed the Qinglong puppet with the wooden stick in her hand. click Above the head of the Azure Dragon Puppet, a bloody lightning struck down hard.
Qin Yi was well aware of the power of Grandma Tong's bloody lightning.
With a flick of his finger, the Qinglong puppet immediately retreated quickly.
However, being able to control a puppet is an ability that Qin Yi gained after refining Ding Duxiu's golden elixir.
It is not something he has mastered himself.
Moreover, the puppet is not his own body after all.
It is far from easy to control it, so although the Qinglong puppet avoids The most fatal blow was struck, but Qin Yi's control of it still showed a blink of an eye.
The movement of the Azure Dragon Puppet stagnated slightly.
This period of stagnation is more than enough for the ascetics.
Immediately, several figures jumped up, held the Qinglong puppet's arms, and stretched its entire body into a "cross" shape.
A cultivator of the eighth level of False God rushed forward.
The dagger in his hand emitted bursts of dark green luster.
It was obviously quenched with poison.
He smiled fiercely and stabbed the dagger into the chest of the Qinglong puppet: "You're not dead yet" With a clang, the dagger pierced the chest of the Qinglong puppet, but the feeling that came from it was completely different from the feeling that the monk would feel when he pierced the dagger into the chest of a living person.
Not only that, there was no splash of blood as he expected, let alone any screams.
"This" Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and his face instantly turned pale, "You are not a human being."
Before he finished speaking, the Qinglong puppet moved again, kicking out his right foot like lightning, kicking into the ascetic's chest and out through the back.
The blood formed a column of blood, shot straight out, and exploded violently in mid-air, like fireworks, splashing out densely in all directions.
The two ascetics who held the Qinglong Puppet were already sure to win, but they didn't expect such a change to happen suddenly, and they couldn't help but be stunned.
The next moment, they suddenly found that they had changed their perspective.
The original gaze turned from level to looking down.
In their sight, two headless corpses appeared, and the two standing corpses looked very familiar, but this Behind the two corpses, two gray figures stood, and the gray figures both kept raising their arms.
"Ah, I will kill you, I will kill you."
Seeing that she could count her men alive with two hands, to a certain extent, the whole army could be considered annihilated.
Coupled with Zhuo Yiming's tragic death, this time, she suffered unprecedented losses and was completely defeated.
And the culprit of all this turned out to be just an ant with the third level of False God.
Child Grandma usually doesn't even pay attention to the ninth-level virtual god, but today she suffered such a big loss at the hands of a third-level virtual god.
This tone turned into overwhelming resentment at this moment, making her whole person become like a snake. .
"Boy, today I will cut you and your woman into pieces and taste all the pain in the world.
You will not be able to survive or die
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