Chapter 240, Attack, Forest Array

While dragging and saying to yourself, kill, don't kill, kill, don't kill, kill? Don't kill? Maybe the white hair in the first seat of Hanshan Courtyard just grew an even number, so the Dandao madman survived.

Of course, the whole Hanshanyuan's attitude towards him now is that where the danger is sent and where the danger is thrown away. He died early. Everyone has been assured that the undead defeat has also made a certain contribution to the Hanshanyuan. It will not only destroy, but it has no value at all.

This kind of thing could have been regarded as a scandal secret of Hanshanyuan, but it was obviously not an easy thing to cover up a monk who went and blew up everywhere. So quickly, including Zhu Peng, most of the senior officials of the three parties knew about this nine-layer fried monk. Today, as soon as the head is like a bird's nest and the ruff monks all over his body enter, not only did none of the three monks laugh, but on the contrary, they all took a step back, not to show respect, but afraid that the girl would suddenly explode and blow themselves up.

It's just that the crazy or genius's thinking is always different from that of normal people. This shabby old man opened his turbid old eyes and looked around. His eyes were indifferent and extremely indifferent, just like he was not the upper monks of the whole Qin Wangling, but a group of boring native chickens and dogs.

Although the eyes are cloudy, there is a clearness and spirituality that makes Zhu Peng stunned. Unfortunately, this feeling is just a flash. When Zhu Peng stares at it carefully again, the Baodan monk has stepped into the eyes.

The ending was doomed from the beginning. No matter what the life and death of the Baodan monk, the monk in the Han family is dead. Because this is not a one-man battle. In order to protect everything, the Baodan monk is tied with at least a hundred explosive items, and as long as the heart of the Baodan monk stops, or the yuan god disperses, all the explosive items will explode together. That kind of power, in the relatively narrow array, will be avoided at all. No, there is no place to escape.

With the shaking of the ground, after a rumbling dull explosion, the spiritual fog eye, which has been very tough in Zhu Peng's eyes, and even almost nothing can be broken by external forces that cannot be disturbed, twisted, expanded, and then disillusioned, and the white cloud spiritual fog began to burst into a large area. Wrapped around, the thirteen-story Tianhu Qingqiu guard array wrapped around the remaining three-way monks began to disintegrate and collapse in an all-round way.

The cloud pillars that almost run through the world overflowed, up into the green clouds, and down into the yellow spring. The original century-old spiritual array is disintegrating and collapsing. This feeling is like a hundred-foot mountain standing in the world collapsing overnight, and the momentum is shakenating, just like the sky. The flat ground opened countless ferocious openings in an instant. The sky above the head and the flowing clouds all dispersed the turbulence, slowly forming a huge whirlpool covering a hundred miles, in order to swallow and absorb the massive aura that was lost and overflowing overnight.

Although it only broke through the twelve layers of the array, the whole Han family's ancestral land is the thirteenth layer array. The smart array mage has long spoken. The thirteenth layer array is only the foundation of the previous twelve layers of terrible array. Although it is important, the foundation is the foundation, but it is not very powerful in itself.

After the violent reiki overflowed in one night, the white gas and spiritual fog dissipated the next day. The real Tianhu Qingqiu finally appeared in front of the cultivation of the three clans. Although it was from the enemy's point of view, anyone who looked at the Qingqiu in front of him had to praise: "What a blessed place in the world, a paradise."

A hundred-year-old tree, lush.

The light overflows, and the birds are like rainbows.

The green pool is green, and the trees give birth to red fruits.

The grass is fragrant, and the dust and dew are like beads.

Looking at the environment of his eyes and the dense mountains and forests with ancient style under the protection of a hundred years of spiritual array, Zhu Peng closed his eyes and could almost imagine a group of fox girls with all kinds of colorful fox tails and bare feet running and dancing here, lively but beautiful. Today, the spiritual array of Tianhu Qingqiu is broken, and it is difficult to protect the beauty and joy of the past. Although I am an aggressor, I still feel a little heartache and can't bear it.

"You have this feeling, too. Let's go back. Believe me, tearing up the beauty with your own hands is a painful torture." Standing beside Zhu Peng and hearing the low words just now, the corners of Zhu Sansan's mouth raised a trace of extreme disdain and suggestive sarcasm.

Go back? The big cake has been placed in front of you, because if it looks good, you won't use a knife. You will eat too many brain fragments. I will go back here. There is no profit and no benefit. In the future, Su Shi will have to tear me up alive. Let's go. I believe in your words. It's a painful torture to tear up the beauty with your own hands, but I also have a saying to listen to you.

"Cking" pulled out the sword weapon from his waist and waved forward heavily, "Blood soul, charge." To end, Zhu Peng followed the brigade, neither the first nor the last, and rushed straight in with the blood elite under his command. Only a faint word came into Zhu Sansan's eardrums with the turbulent wind. In fact, there is only a thin line between pain and pleasure. If a kind of beauty is destined to be disillusioned, I would rather let it be disillusioned in my own hands. At least, I will taste the taste carefully, instead of the cow chewing the peony like the group of beasts in front of me. I don't know why.

The twelve-story array of Tianhu Qingqiu exploded. Now the Linghu Han family, like a beautiful and noble girl in gorgeous clothes, was framed into a black alleyway by three 'short and frustrated' men. Despite all their resistance, their protection was still cleaned up. At this moment, although it is still possible to resist with claws and teeth, it is inevitable to be the fate of fish.

Because the white ** has been displayed in front of us, the 'short and frustrated' are one by one, their eyes are red and their necks are thick, their combat strength is numerical, and their morale is doubling.

The huge manor is built around the dense forest. A large number of extermination iron cannons and large magic weapons combine the whole manor like a war machine. Now with the invasion of foreign enemies, this war machine slowly runs. If you want to enter the Linghu Manor, you must go through the dense forest, but the complexity and evil in the dense forest is the best place to set traps.

There was a group of bitter and silent monks who relied on their excellent escape inheritance and entered the forest first, but the red blood, the flying wreckage and the desperate cry before death almost instantly echoed in the dense mountains and forests. Those hundred-year-old ancient trees were actually turned into demons that took their lives by the monks of the Linghu Han family or their foreign guests through secret methods.

The long trunk turned into a palm, and the rhizome has changed into a sharp spear. The roots and leaves that originally absorbed sunlight and rain are stained with the taste of blood. Just now, a quiet and peaceful land is instantly filled with the taste of death and killing.