035 Luxury revenge

035 Luxury revenge

Coming out of the dragon's cave, it was all burnt, and Hu Yanglin was all burned. Although I don't know how long it has passed, there is a strong smell of smoke in the air. The large and small stone chambers of the Changhe tribe are already broken walls. The only two wooden buildings built with black osmanthus wood have only two piles of ashes left.

Even more than 600 mu of plantations are in a mess. The planted magic fruit and Jingyuan fruit have been picked and cut, and almost no one is intact.

"What's going on..." Xiaotong exclaimed.

Mo Jian's face changed greatly, knowing that this short half month has caused a catastrophe of the Changhe tribe. He took Xiaotong's hand and ran around the tribe. He only saw dozens of corpses and did not find a living person.

Holding his fist tightly, Mo Jian's eyes showed murder, as well as uncontrollable impatience and worry.

"Qi Gong, you must not have an accident, and you must not have an accident!"

Take out the flying boat, sit on it with Xiaotong, and fly towards the iron armor tribe.

Qingchan, who was in Qiangongque, had already felt Mo Jian's anger and murder. The cheap lion immediately poured oil on the fire and said, "Young man, do you want to revenge? As the descendant of the Ten Strategies of the Qing Emperor, his homeland has been destroyed, which is unbearable! Revenge, we must take revenge! What are you going to do?"

Mo Jian gritted his teeth and said, "I want to destroy the iron armor tribe!" If Qigong has three advantages and two shortcomings, I will definitely leave the chickens and dogs of the iron armor tribe!"

"Good! OK! OK!" Qingchan swayed the lion's head and said aggressively, "Yes! Destroy the armored tribe! Let's go to Qingcheng first and buy a thousand thunderstorms, so that you can pick up these dogs!"

"Thunderstorm? What do you do?"

"Thunder is a very lethal rune. Ten thousand years ago, it was called Thunderbolt. A small ball with big nails can blow up a house. Although you have three-order blasting charms and thunder charms, which are good for the enemy, they are not as powerful as Lei Zhenzi to blow up other people's houses and dig other people's ancestral graves.

Mo Jian refused: "No! I'm going to save my seven father-in-law immediately, and I can't wait for a moment!"

Qing Chan said angrily, "Fart! Do you know what it means to sharpen a knife and cut wood? There are at least thousands of ironclad tribes you have to face. These people come up to fight you. Can you stand it? Prepare a thousand and eight hundred Lei Zhenzi, and whoever comes up will smash it. Think about how majestic and powerful it is!"

Thinking for a little, Mo Jian nodded. The last group attack of the Golden Ring Snake really left a deep impression on him, and now he still has a lingering palpit. One-to-single, he is not even afraid of iron and black. If the people of the iron armor tribe rush up, things will be very bad. There are also small pupils beside him.

This is not only for revenge, but also to save people.

Six hours later, Mo Jian came out of Qingcheng. A large soft cloth bag contains a thousand thunderstorms, which cost two million soul stones.

Mo Jian is now a man, so naturally he doesn't care about this.

"Sw..."

The flying boat ran in the wilderness, getting closer and closer to the armored tribe, and Mo Jian's face became more and more gloomy.

Three or threes of green began to appear. In this dry land, there are green places, which often represent human habitation. The green is getting stronger and thicker, and soon there will be continuous trees. A tall fence spread from nowhere that can't be seen, and the place circled inside is where the ironclad tribe is located.

A door with a height of ten feet and completely taken out of a huge stone stands tall, and the stone is painted black. This is the favorite color of the Iron Elder. The four bright scarlet letters on it look bloody: the Iron Armor Tribe.

Compared with the Changhe tribe, even the simplest entrance, the iron armor tribe is much more magnificent and tall. Tie Erhei is famous within nearly a thousand miles. Naturally, he wants the iron armor tribe to have the highest and most spectacular gate, symbolizing the inviolable majesty of the iron armor tribe.

The flying boat landed slowly.

Taking Xiaotong's hand, Mo Jian jumped down from the flying boat and looked at the four bright red characters. A coldness appeared in his eyes. He took out his hand into the big cloth bag, grabbed a handful of thunder, and smashed the gate of the iron armor tribe fiercely.

Boom! Rumble!

The towering gate was blown into pieces in an instant, and the ground began to tremble violently. A six-meter-long stone at the top rumbled down, and the dust caused by the explosion and impact suddenly blurred people's vision.

"Iron Erhei, if I don't send out all the people of the Changhe tribe within a quarter of an hour, I will raze the iron armor tribe to the ground!"

Mo Jian shouted, took Xiaotong's hand in his left hand, and walked forward slowly. At intervals, he took out a thunderstorm in his hand and threw it out at all the buildings, fences, wells, houses and forests that passed. For a moment, the huge explosion was endless, like an earthquake.

A thunderstorm is worth 2,000 soul stones, which is more expensive than a first-order soul weapon.

Such a handwriting, not to mention the soul master, even the great soul master or even the soul master, has to weigh it when throwing it out. Such a luxurious way to vent anger is really unbearable for ordinary people.

Don't be strong! Soul Stone, he doesn't care.

He doesn't have the intention of the upstart. However, the bullying suffered by the Changhe tribe over the years must be compensated and repaid in the destruction and destruction of the iron armor tribe.

Between the dust, Mo Jian, dressed in a gray shirt and a white skirt of Xiaotong, looked particularly amazing in the dangerous situation of a landslide.

"Rumble! Rumble! Rumble..."

The two walked 100 meters slowly. Along the way, everything in the ironclad tribe was shattered and blown into a pile of chaos.

"Mo Jian's child! I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're really here! Very good! Very good..." A voice full of anger, like a rolling thunder, came from afar. It was Tie Erhei.

The old man in black robe was like electricity and ran as hard as he roared loudly, "If you dare to damage even a small tree in this department, I will tell you to die without burial!"

For many years, this is the first guy who dares to come to the door to blow up the house and blow up the well!

This is a shame for the ironclad tribe!

Tie Erhei's voice was getting closer and closer. Mo Jian pulled the little pupil behind him and walked much faster. The thunderstorm in his hand was thrown out. In just a few words, dozens of stone houses were blown into rubble, with the screams of the clan.

"Little thief!"

Tie Erhei finally showed signs. Looking at the tribe being blown up, his cold eyes were covered with blood. His residence is ten miles away from the entrance of the tribe, but he arrived in less than 20 breaths, which shows his attainments in flight skills.

"I will definitely make you regret today's ignorant behavior. Let me capture you, a little thief, so I will pick it up!" Tie Erhei shouted, and his thin hand turned into claws. After ten meters, he grabbed Mo Jian's head in the air.

The soul power condensed into seven sharp sharp knives, constantly colliding and flashing in the palm of his hand, making the sound of gold and iron.

"Hu..."

Mo Jian immediately stopped and hit a large handful of Lei Zhenzi straight at Tie Er's black and thin old face.

"Bah! Stupid! Lei Zhenzi used it to blow up other people's houses. It's okay to blow up people with low-level cultivation. You actually used it to blow up a strong man of the eighth-level soul master, ah! It's so creative!" Qingchan shouted sadly.

Mo Jian was slightly stunned and immediately took out the black-horned bow, and the black arrows aimed at the iron two blacks in an instant.

"Ignorant child, you actually used Lei Zhenzi to blow up the elder. Don't you know that Lei Zhenzi can't shake the defense of the soul master at all? With the cultivation of the elder, even if you smash a bag, you will be fine!"

Between Tie Erhei's sneering, several rapid ups and downs actually grabbed all six thunder shocks in the palm of their hands in an instant. At the same time, a red soul power gushed out of his arm and completely wrapped the thunder.

From the perspective of red soul power, the soul power of iron two black is a fire attribute.

Boom!

Lei Zhenzi exploded in the palm of Tie Erhei's hand and did not blow up the red soul power. Tie Erhei's body was in mid-air, but his body trembled and did not cause any damage to him.

"Forget to tell you that it is easy to blow up houses and mountains with thunderstorms, and the coverage is large. However, the impact of the explosion is not enough to break through the soul defense above the soul master. If you use Lei Zhenzi to deal with the soul master, one can kill a pile. But to the soul master, hey..." Qing Chan ridiculed.

He was still so relaxed at this time, thinking that Mo Jian had no difficulty in dealing with Tie Erhei.

"I heard that you can shoot arrows!"

Seeing that the black-horned bow in Mo Jian's hand was aiming at himself, Tie Erhei sneered, and the speed suddenly accelerated. The big hand that turned into sharp claws suddenly grew a foot long dark blue nails, shooting coldly, straight to Mo Jian's head.

"Wo!"

Mo Jian's body did not move at all, his arms suddenly loosened, and black arrows shot out brazenly. Mo Jian was stunned for the first time since he practiced black-horn archery. Unexpectedly, Tie Erhei did not dodge and grabbed the black arrow. Then the dark blue fingertips twisted the arrows into powder like a cutting machine.

Mo Jian was shocked. As soon as he took action without actual combat, he was worried that if he could not make achievements in one fell swoop, and his soul power was hollowed out, he would immediately be in danger.

Fortunately, I didn't take such a careless approach!

This is the huge gap between the first level of the soul master and the eighth level of the soul master!

"It is rumored that your archery is extremely powerful, but it's nothing more than that! Boy, in my eyes, you are as fragile as a baby, and then let you see someone's tricks!"

Tie Er black smiled, and his right hand with dark blue nails suddenly waved up and down. His flesh palm rubbed violently with the air, making a crisp sound like tearing silk. More than ten red soul power, like arrows from the string, shot at more than a dozen places in Mo Jian's whole body at the same time.

Mo Jian immediately launched the small teleportation method. In the half month of Hualong Cave, Xiaotong has been looking for a way out, and he spent all his time practicing this method.

Half a month later, although this fourth-order soul skill has not yet been practiced to the point of perfection, it is enough to exert 60% of its power.

In an instant, Mo Jian's body turned into a shadow. Within a narrow range, it changed at least seven directions in an instant, flying at least 50 meters, and more than a dozen attacks with the power of iron two black were all defeated and bombarded on the ground, forming large pits up to several meters deep.

Tie Er's black eyes showed a fierce murderousness and shouted coldly, "It's a little ability. No wonder it's so rampant! Then someone will let you see what the real body is!"

PS: I have something to do today, and the update is a little late.