Chapter 453, the proud soldier, the talker is present

If there are three or five old hot assassins of this level, they may have slightly contained the Raptor Taoist, who is armed to his own teeth, but there is only one person fighting. It can be said that if it hadn't been for the Raptor Taoist who had been worried about it, the assassin-type as a giant snake would have been defeated, retreated, or even died.

There was a faint water mist dissipation at the height of the blue sky. Zhu Peng sat cross-legged on a huge machine iron god eagle, with Zhu Sansan pressing his shoulder and wine on his side. He fell to the low air so unrestrainedly. The strong wind brought by the machine iron god eagle flapped his wings and blew the two puppets who burned fire all over him more and more vigorously.

"If I were you, I would never be stupid enough to doubt my determination and strength. If you break the shackles of my puppet, I will directly detonate it at the same moment. Do you believe it?" Originally sitting on the divine eagle, Zhu Peng just watched the assassin-type monk leisurely while tasting wine. Suddenly, he said a sideways word, which made the wooden attribute monk pale.

At the same time, Zhu Peng raised his hand slightly with one hand, and five light blue and purple wire-tie puppet lines came out of Zhu Peng's left hand, not on the two puppets, which not only let him control the puppet like an arm, but also allowed him to grasp the muscles and true dynamics of the person bound by the puppet at any time. This belongs to the extremely subtle and delicate string puppet line. However, Zhu Peng's personality is subtle and delicate enough, and his ability is more than enough for him to control this ability, so the wooden attribute cultivater thinks that he is a hidden breakaway, which is extremely clear in Zhu Peng's eyes.

"Okay, it's worthy of being the first chief high priest in my blood in the past 300 years. I have a plan, an organic heart, and the most important thing is to have courage. The puppet of the first-order puppet of two spiritual weapons, and hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones explode. Sure enough, it is bold enough."

With this kind of praise or derogatory words, I don't know when the whole range will be filled with a strange fog. Unlike the binding spell of Zhu Sansan's puppet fake body just now, the large-scale fog that besieging Zhu Peng and the three people has no negative effect, but only makes the vision of the practitioners who are bound. Qing, you can't see the change of the situation in the outside world. This kind of fog is obviously targeted and restrains the eyes of the purple soul. Even Zhu Peng, a high-level pupil of the three purple soul, is still completely unable to see the changes in the outside world like ordinary eyes in the fog.

But if you can't see it clearly, you can feel it. At this time, the Raptor Taoist has captured the monk who is good at snake killing, and then came to the close side of Zhu Peng and whispered slightly: "Your Excellency, although there is a magic array of interference around, I feel that we are surrounded by no less than 50 practitioners, although he They don't seem to have any malice, but they are all very powerful. I'm afraid that on average, they are strong people at the ninth and tenth levels of refining gas, which is very horrible.

Raptor Taoist is born blind with white fruit eyes, but because of this, his five senses are amazingly sensitive. From the time of writing, he has been constantly tempering his five senses. Today, his five senses are as keen as if he were a kind of alien true spiritual blood, so God takes away part of a person's things. You will definitely repay it with another part. Of course, it's your own business whether you can find it or not. In this case, the words of the Raptor Taoist are certainly worth believing, not to mention that Zhu Peng also vaguely felt that behind the fog around him, there were old but not drooping elite practitioners, most of whom were staring at the red background, and the purple meteor turned demonic eyes looking at him.

They whisper to each other. Although they are silent when whispering, it still seems that there is a strange sound wave coming, which makes people irritable. Thinking about it, no superior likes to be evaluated like a commodity.

However, Zhu Peng, who has never been gentle, put up with it this time, because he knew that even if he had Zhu Yun's authorization, he still could not directly order these high-level practitioners, because Zhu Peng's prestige and power were only in the blood, middle-aged and young generation was rampant.

These old guys who are sixty or seventy years old may have heard of Zhu Peng's name, but the unruly veterans will never bow down or even bow down because they have heard how powerful a person is. Otherwise, there will be no word "handed soldiers" in Chinese history.

These around Zhu Peng are the proud soldiers and tough generals in the past. When they fight for the Blood Ridge, most of Zhu Peng and his monks are still in a ** state. This is seniority. Many times you can't accept it, but you can't help but recognize its role.

"Jior Zhu Peng has met all the elders. This time, under the order of Zhu Yun, the elder of the Zhu family, he wants to do a major event that will greatly benefit my blood for thousands of generations, so I hope that all the elders will help and not hesitate." Zhu Peng jumped off the Iron God Eagle and bowed in one direction respectfully. At this time, both the puppet and the Raptor had let go of the losers in their hands. They were not sworn enemies, but just testing each other. At this time, it was inevitable that Zhu Peng was not confident and lacked his courage.

Moreover, Zhu Peng's direction of bowing down was also very particular. When he bowed, the faint buzz around him suddenly dissipated, because the direction of Zhu Peng's salute was exactly the direction of their current leader and the speaker just now. This is obviously not a guess or coincidence, because the direction of Zhu Peng's bow was right at that. The speaker - he can see through the fog of the ghost.

Such a discovery has obviously exhausted the momentum of these practitioners. It is enough to be ashamed that the three practitioners who were originally used to test were captured and pushed down by others in a short time. Now they have been seen through the array that they are already proud of. If these old monks in the Bloody Mountains can still do nothing, then they are not proud soldiers but I'm shameless.

"It's good, it's not just a prodigal (explosive weapon). After all, there are still some means. If you really want to do a great cause that is beneficial to the bloody family for thousands of generations, what's wrong with us old brothers and sisters, not to mention strength, sticking this old life upside down to you?

With a slow and low voice, the shadowy fog around suddenly swirled and dissipated. Compared with Zhu Peng's frankness, these old guys did not want to weaken their momentum. The gloomy fog around them dissipated, but the murderous spirit of the battle array rose to the sky one by one, gathering in the old man who came out with crutches. On the body.

Let this old man with a bowed back, a big head and a small body, and even a blind man, is like a ghost beast crawling out of the blood sea hell.

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