Chapter 159 Ready-Fare

"Alas, the older you are, the more useless you are. The bloody centipede guards the hell dragon gate, so only it can find it. What do you think you should do?" Wang Wujian asked him at a glance.

"That's to provoke it, and then everyone joins hands to defeat it and let it escape back to the cave? Is it so easy to find the dragon gate of hell? Qian Jia said in a low voice.

"Since you've thought about it, why don't you do it? It swallowed you coldly..." Wang Wujian grinned and laughed.

Qian Jia stared at him fiercely but did not say anything more. He asked his martial arts spirit in the mysterious realm to provoke the blood centipede, which was equivalent to death for nothing. I'm afraid that he had been smoked to death by poison gas before he came to him.

"Why didn't I see a hole after looking at it for a long time? Where did you come from? Poison squinted and washed his eyes and whispered to himself, but in this sultry area like a steamer, his voice had broken the calm.

"I said, Mr. Qian, what should I do now? Are you squeaking?" Poison did not shoot his eyes at Qian Qian. In an blink of an eye, hundreds of people's eyes shifted from the bloody centipede to Qian Qian.

"We joined hands to defeat it. When it returns to its nest, it will be when we enter the Dragon Gate of hell." Qian Qian looked awe and shouted harshly. Like the leader of this group of people, he was quite majestic. Wang Wujian smiled secretly and signaled his companions to continue to retreat, and a earth-shaking war was about to begin.

The crowd fell silent again. If there was a remnant picture in front of them, I'm afraid everyone would rush up without hesitation, but this is a bloody centipede. There are many legends about it, and there are also many celebrities who died under it. Who dares to attack with his words?

"What the mother, do you want to stand here and bask in the sun with it? Who took the lead? Everyone used their ability to rush over together. There are so many people, even the Heavenly King can't stand it..." Fu Hu shouted harshly with an axe, and then a deep pit appeared on the land under his feet, and the dust slowly floated around the handle of the axe.

"This guy is cheerful. This battle is inevitable. I'll count three. How about everyone?" The poisonous and wrinkled face squeezed out a smile and asked loudly.

However, no one answered him, but almost when he finished speaking, almost everyone showed their weapons coincidentally. The object of this battle is no longer the little centipede that can be trampled to death with one foot, but the ancient spirit beast that has gone through thousands of years - the bloody centipede. No one dares to be selfishly waiting for others to fight desperately at this time. However, he sat down and reaped the benefits of the fisherman.

"One..." The poison suppressed the confidence, and the elongated voice shouted the first number. There was a slight ** in the crowd in all directions. The huge pressure made this space without a little wind more dull and depressing, and even breathing required more than several times the usual energy.

"Two..." The poison gritted his teeth and released the second number hatefully. The riot stopped in an instant. Hundreds of powerful breaths came out of thin air, and the dust on the ground flew away from the ground. Looking down on the earth, it turned out to be a black sand all over the sky.

So many soul forces are intertwined, and the breath is so strong that I'm afraid that no one has ever felt it. Many people with slightly weaker strength are mixed among the strong, and they have to urge the martial soul to resist the oppression of the outside soul power. To put it bluntly, they are not qualified to participate in this battle at all.

And Wang Wujian and others have to retreat further. If the martial arts spirit who first entered the mysterious realm is not qualified to participate in the war because he can't withstand the oppression of many strong people, then Wang Wujian and other seven people don't even have the capital to watch the battle at all. Maybe a aftershock can take them. The only thing they can do is to retreat, retreat, and keep retreating.

"Three... I'm going to risk it... Top..." The poisonous roared and rushed over. The big toad sat down and spit out a huge foamy object covering the poisonous body at the moment he left. The transparent object was like a film on the surface of his body, and it was also a toad to "wear" it. A layer of anti-virus "coat".

The people on both sides of him couldn't help rushing out together under his leadership. Different degrees of blue and purple filled the scorching sun. The figure broke the dead air and there was a faint sound of breaking the wind.

For a moment, the martial arts spirits on the top of the mountains in all directions jumped up one after another, and their bodies rotated arrogantly in the air, flying to the bloody centipede with the momentum of cracking the ground. The first dozens of bright protective apertures followed the master and moved quickly, leaving a long phantom in the space.

Some timid martial arts spirits slowly followed the crowd. From their nervous look, it can be seen that once the people in front of them had an accident, they would immediately turn around and run away. Although it was an honor to fight with the spirit beast, it was not an honor to die in their hands, and it was also an honor to escape from their claws. No shame.

Of the three or four hundred people, only Wang Wujian and seven others not only did not move forward, but retreated quickly. The sitting brain-eating spider was also suppressed by their strong breath and restrained their irritability.

Seeing that the attack of dozens of people who came first in the sky was about to fall on the top of the mountain, the bloody centipede suddenly swooped to one side, and the speed was far away from the string of the arrow.

Four or five people had just released the condensed blow to the top of the mountain, but unexpectedly, they had already jumped behind them by the bloody centipede. Their steel claws pricked ** body, and the screams suppressed the blood-staking martial arts around them, and countless powerful breaths were still in an instant.

It was also at this time that a few blows exploded on the top of the mountain. Most of the mountain was destroyed, and the black dust and fog rolled around. During this period, it was mixed with countless dark and black centipedes, just like a yamen exploring the way before the birth of the demon king under the earth. In an in an all-sud of an hour, people were slightly confused.

"It's so powerful..." Wang Wujian and others sighed together. Although the blood centipede is just Xiaolu's hand, its speed is enough to shock any martial arts spirit who thinks it is fast. This speed is more than enough to catch up with meteors.

The bloody centipede raised half of its body, almost as high as a small hill. It waved several martial arts strung on its claws, proudly demonstrated to others, and then threw several corpses out.

In this and then, several top masters of the mysterious realm died.

The spirit beast really can't be measured by the strength of ordinary people. It's really powerful and unimaginable. It shows a little strength enough to shock half of the martial arts in the scene.

"It's hard to escape today. Either it is or we die. Let's go together!" Qian Jia shouted loudly instead of Qian Qian, but he did not take the lead. Several martial arts spirits far above him died in an in an snipity. Isn't it like cutting vegetables?