Chapter 149, back, God is coming, I'm coming

But Zhu Peng's cooperation is a little better. The iron sand binds his body, and the yuan magnetism disturbs his mind. A superior master with exquisite and domineering swordsmanship is bound by him. His combat power is cut straight three or four layers, and the magic power is unfortunately empty.

When Mo Xiu closed his arms and burst the monk's body, Zhu Peng took the opportunity to break the neck of the strong enemy with iron sand.

At the end of the encounter, after Mo Xiu recorded the appearance of several people killed with a painted scroll, Team 38 quickly ran away. Time has been delayed for a long time, not to mention that such a strong aura overflow and the fluctuation of the air pulse will inevitably cause the vigilance of hostile scouts nearby. If they don't leave, I'm afraid they won't be able to leave.

Three days later, in a deep secret @ cave, a teenager in dark black clothes slowly finished today's homework after a long exhalation. The eyes opened and closed slightly, in which there seemed to be a little purple flashing.

Walking out of the stone room assigned by his own home, he saw a cold and handsome teenager in a blue shirt, holding his arms with his hands around his knife and back against the hard stone wall as if he was still.

Sensing Zhu Peng's footsteps, Chang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes. After confirming that it was Zhu Peng, he reluctantly hooked the corners of his mouth, which was a sign of a smile.

"Have you finished practicing? Hurry up. Today, the captain has recovered, and there is much less vigilance and reconnaissance outside. I think we are about to assign tasks and take action.

"Okay, I'll go now." Zhu Peng nodded and responded clearly. For such a cold and arrogant person as Chang Xiao, it is already a sign of great intimacy to wait for Zhu Peng outside the stone room and say so many words at once. Of course, this is also directly related to the value and strength shown by Zhu Peng. If he is an ordinary mediocre person, no matter how you please and get close to Chang Xiao, he will have a hot face close to his cold buttocks and will not get a warm response at all.

Since three days ago, Group 38 encountered a team of monks from the Linghu family and won the battle, the whole team with a sudden drop in damage quickly fled to its original destination and lurked.

A not far from the landing coordinates supplied by the family, there is an extremely secret small underground cave. With this secret and exquisitely constructed cave, Zhu Peng and his party can safely survive the weak period of about three days.

During this period, the search strength of the monks in this area has been increased by several times, and the reconnaissance force has almost reached the point of digging three feet. Several times, the cave where Zhu Peng is located has been trampled under the feet of the enemy monks and is almost found.

Think about it, no matter who is stabbed with a long and hard nail in the back, it will not be comfortable. What's more, this nail also has the fighting strength to destroy the three superior heavenly masters. No matter how much you pay attention to it, it is not too much.

It's just that the front-line battlefield is still hot after all. No matter how much the rear commander pays attention to Zhu Peng and his party, it is impossible to transfer a large number of people to monitor this place for a long time. Three days later, the other party also seems to think that Zhu Peng and his party has escaped, the search strength has greatly decreased, and the opportunity for the return of Group 38 is gradually mature.

Walking side by side with Chang Xiao into the central stone room of the underground cave, Mo Xiu and Li Yan had already sat there, observing a complex terrain drawing.

This is the enemy's transportation supply line provided by the family, which is not very accurate. The task of Zhu Peng and others is to confirm its authenticity and falsehood, and destroy the destruction as much as possible, so that the logistics supply of the enemy's front-line monks is insufficient, so as to achieve a disguised reduction in their combat strength. .

"Xiao Zhu, you are here. Come on, come and sit down. You and Li Yan are more flexible. Help us plan the next action plan and attack target. This is very important.

Even after three days of meditation and recuperation, Mo Xiu's face still shows a slightly unnatural pale color. Seeing this scene, Zhu Peng sighed slightly in the bottom of his heart, which was the terrible price of practicing "Frozen God".

Normally, the recovery power of physical monks should be top-notch among monks at the same level, with continuous vitality and pure vitality. Normally, it far exceeds that of pure airway monks of the same level.

But Mo Xiu is different. His outer ice and inner fire, the cultivation path of yin and yang at the two poles is unparalleled. The deduced middle magic power, the divine fire and column is even more powerful. Under the right time, he bombarded with one blow, and one or two monks of the same level are not a problem in an instant.

As long as his life is still alive, Mo Xiu can almost be said to be killed in the state of the frozen body in "Frozen God". No matter how serious the injury is, as long as the body is not mutilated, people's combat effectiveness can be maintained at more than 80%, which is very horrible and difficult to deal with during the war.

It's just that under the road, the gains and losses are very fair. The strong state brought by the frozen body cannot be maintained for a long time. As long as the battle is over and the practitioners end their divine state, those injuries that originally exist but are frozen will immediately be devoured, and in serious cases, they will even double the damage.

Because of this kind of reasons, Mo Xiu's injury is so lingering. If the elixirs simply supplied were at the bottom of his own constitution, he should have recovered long ago.

"The long-term ice and fire poles really kill his too much vitality. If there is no way to reconcile yin and yang or other big opportunities, the captain has no hope of entering the ninth level of airway in his life."

He said silently in his heart, but of course, Zhu Peng can't say such words. It's not incompatible, and it's not very unsociable.

At the call of Mo Xiu, Zhu Peng took two steps forward, looked at the map with Li Yan, and discussed the location and various preparation processes that should be attacked. During this period, Mo Xiu and Chang Xiao had few words. In terms of strategic planning, the two old men could only listen to Li Yan's words in the past, which was also Li Yan's original 38 years old. An important reason for the team's special status.

Now, it is finally a Zhu Peng who can fight against him in terms of planning wisdom, and the whole 38 team is finally not Li Yan's words.

The two sides are fighting fiercely in the dense forest. The aura is overflowing, the art path is empty, and the red blood and the mutilated limbs are flying from time to time.

One of them is a well-equipped family alliance (Linghu Han family, paper rune Wang family, royal ghost Cui family) with well-equipped but generally low cultivation. On the other side, their cultivation and combat strength is obviously higher than the front line, but they are almost all injured sect monks.

This group of monks were originally elite monks who were the front-line children of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, but with the destruction of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, now they have become lonely ghosts in the Qin Wangling Mountains.

Part of it has been put into the arms of the former enemy's blood clan, and the other part has become the current wild repair, cutting path is strong.

It's not that they want to do this bloody business, but in this era of the end of the Dharma, a true person who wants to improve his cultivation needs too many resources.

In the past, there was a sect offering, but I still felt very uncomfortable. Now that the power behind it fell, the vast majority of the Red Shadow monks found how beautiful the life of the past was.

Without a source of income and unwilling to devote itself to it, in order to have subsidies, naturally you can only earn from the fastest and best work - killing and robbery.

A fierce flame rose through the air. A superb red shadow monk burned a monk from the Wang family who practiced runes into ashes on the ground with a pair of burning real fire palms, broke through the defense of the opponent's formation, and held two iron boxes from the goods surrounded and protected by the team. The monk turned his head and left, ruthless but not greedy, which not only made him succeed, but also let him escape a death.

The monk who practiced real fire just retreated, and the red shadow monk behind him just wanted to rush up and break through the formation gap, but a huge condensed beam of light came out of the formation gap.

Suddenly, the two shadow monks who couldn't avoid it were spitting blood and flying back. The power gap was so big that the real vitality mask could not even withstand a round of impact and completely collapsed. A middle-aged monk in a brocade suit and a three-finger wide and fierce sword weapon came out. The fox-shaped body light visible to the naked eye revealed his identity, and the Linghu Han family inspired the direct disciples of the true blood.

"Han Hu is here. If he dares to take a step over the thunder pool, he will die."

After a word, with a wave of the long sword, the domineering Zhenyuan sword of the Han family directly followed his sword light and hit a long pit mark on the ground, which was majestic and powerful for a while.

However, after a slight shock, the monks of the former Red Shadow Immortal Sect blushed and then rushed up, and rushed more crazy, more fierce, and more lifeless.

"Ha ha, it's really stupid. Does Han Hu think that this group of monks in front of him are really casual shearing thieves?"

The eyes above the sky reflected everything in the distant field into Zhu Peng's eyes, and then Zhu Peng conveyed it to the other three people with divine thoughts.

'Seeing' Han Hu's impulsive dance, Li Yan smiled with disdain. For this, Chang Xiao and Mo Xiu nodded loudly.

"In the past, they were all Qinling faction, the elite disciples of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, killing and fighting, and stained with countless blood. It is fierce and brave, almost as good as several A-level troops of Zhu Jiatong @ War Department. Han Hu's behavior is almost meaningless except for making the Red Shadow more furious and violent. With such a deal, it is no wonder that he has refined seven layers of gas. He can't lead a team by himself. He can only escort the logistics in the rear, and he is responsible for the less important route.

Looking at Han Hu's actions, a sense of superiority from IQ rose in Mo Xiu's heart. It's not easy to finally meet a person who is better than me.

It's just that all the images from the mind were suddenly distorted and disillusioned.

Mo Xiu, Li Yan and Chang Xiao quickly turned around, but looked at Zhu Peng closing his eyes and rubbing the temples on both sides of his head with his thumbs, looking helpless.

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