The world is an actor

"The Immortal Moves Mountains and Rivers!"

Dozens of giant-like ghost monsters with a height of about three floors screamed and came to slaughter. Fang Xiu's palms were full of celestial light, like a round of rising sun in the dark space. Every time the celestial light flickered, one of them The psionic monster was smashed into pieces.

The celestial light of pure yang ignites all evil and evil. Wisps of dark red and black smoke rose from the body of the fallen ghost. In the burning of celestial light, traces of pure aura were released.

"These monsters have strong physical bodies, and the mysterious power flowing in their bodies should not be as simple as a strong physical body!"

After a dozen or so breaths, Fang Xiu landed lightly and stood among dozens of ghosts, frowning.

Each of these spiritual monsters has the power of a fake alchemy body refiner.

If the spaceship is released and lands in a human-inhabited area, it will be almost a catastrophic disaster.

Only the reincarnated immortal has the strength to kill them.

But looking at the entire galaxy, the number of reincarnated immortals is not that much.

And phantoms want more.

Just one space of a warship can give birth to dozens of spirit-throwing monsters.

But the entire Caribbean Bandit Group has at least a few hundred warships like this. If other warships are the same as here...

With a flash, Fang Xiu jumped out of the cabin space where the psionic monster eggs were hatched, and came to the passage of the battleship.

Unlike ordinary battleships, the interior space of this battleship has obviously been roughly modified.

Except for the engine, attack and energy equipment, all the facilities and internal structures in the battleship were destroyed and dismantled. Fang Xiu looked around, and wherever he looked, there were traces of forced demolition of metals, wiring, and pipes.

The entire hull of the battleship has been transformed into four huge spaces, which are located on both sides of the passage, and the place where Fang Xiu appeared before is one of them.

"Human race, how did you come in!"

At the corner of the passage, a ghostly monster with a height of only about three meters floated into the passage suspended in mid-air.

Although the figure of this spirit addict is relatively short, the strange power fluctuations emanating from his body are obviously stronger, and there is even a strange brilliance flickering faintly on the surface of his body.

And behind this spirit-throwing monster, there are more than a hundred dark red monster eggs of different sizes floating.

Among them, 90.00% of the strange eggs are almost the same size as the ghost eggs that Fang Xiu saw before, but there are seven or eight strange eggs of the ghost monsters that are only a little bigger than ostrich eggs. Simple and rough texture distribution.

"Warning, there are spiritual practitioners breaking in!"

The three-meter-tall spirit-throwing monster screamed, and the dark red power fluctuations on its body spread violently, filling the entire hull.

"sizzle"

Like an order, more like an information signal, there were strange panting sounds and heavy and chaotic footsteps in the passage behind the psionic monster.

Soon nearly a hundred eight-meter-tall power-type spirit-throwing monsters rushed out in a staggering manner.

The three-meter-high spirit-throwing monster ascended to the top floor of the passage with more than a hundred monster eggs, and the power-type spirit-throwing monster ran past from below, killing Fang Xiu.

"The Immortal Moves Mountains and Rivers!"

Fang Xiu's hands burst out with celestial light. This time, his whole body was filled with spiritual power, and the majestic celestial light blasted out of his hands, condensing into a huge palm of about 18 meters in mid-air, and slammed it hard at the spirit addict.

With one palm, the three spirit-thirsty monsters were instantly smashed into a pulp.

"鐹礡虾逯搻"

Above the passage, the three-meter-high spirit-thirsty monster suddenly uttered strange chants, and kept waving its hands. Dark red lines condensed from mid-air and landed on the spirit-thrower below.

"Psycho, Psychic!"

These dark red veins seemed to possess some kind of indescribable strange power. When they landed on the skin of the psychic monster, they immediately produced miraculous changes.

All the psionic monsters, as if their bodies were inflated, suddenly swelled up, like an ordinary person turned into a muscular man, and a special substance was secreted from the skin, covering the surface of the skin, forming A thin film.

And when Fang Xiu's giant palm condensed with immortal light fell down again, seven or eight spirit-thirsty monsters gathered together, stretched out their arms and tentacles to push upwards, and even forcibly held the giant palm of immortal light.

But in the next moment, the fairy light on the giant palm began to burn and consume the strange energy of the psionic monsters. The seven or eight psionic monsters gathered together screamed in pain, and the octopus-like head also showed a painful expression. .

"Destroy!"

Fang Xiu's heart moved, and the giant fairy light palm pressed down again, and the arms and tentacles raised by the psionic monster made a crackling sound, and they were bent down under the pressure, and were gradually pressed down by the giant fairy light palm. It shattered inch by inch, and was crushed into a brittle meatloaf.

"Boyao Qiqiu!"

The three-meter-tall ghost began to chant again. Although the sound didn't change much to Fang Xiu's ears this time, it seemed to make the ghost even harder. The muscles on his face twisted and his body trembled.

A series of even weirder lines slowly took shape.

"Shut up you!"

With a flick of Fang Xiu's sleeve, a sword flew out, directly piercing through the head of the little psionic monster, nailing it to the bulkhead.

"There seems to be a different division of labor within the psychic monster. This shorter guy is not good at attacking with power, but he possesses weirder and more powerful energy!"

Although Fang Xiu killed the little ghost monster with a single strike, he didn't have the slightest intention to underestimate the ghost monster.

Before his sword pierced into the head of the dwarf psychic, there was actually a relatively powerful wave of strange power that condensed in front of the psychic.

However, because most of the energy and attention of this ghost monster was spent on singing, the concentrated power was not timely or sufficient, so it was killed by Fang Xiu with a sword.

If he could gather all his strength to guard against Fang Xiu, he would never be killed so easily.

"Immortals moving mountains and rivers, destroy!"

Losing the blessing of the dwarf psychic monsters, the psychic monsters in the passage weakened again, and were soon crushed one by one by the giant fairy light palm.

"These spirit-throwing monsters are just the most basic division of labor, but the cooperation is not tacit yet!"

Fang Xiu withdrew the fairy light and rushed towards the depths of the passage.

It can be seen from the previous phenomenon that the division of labor and status between the dwarf psionic monster and the powerful psionic monster is very similar to the relationship between sacrificial shaman and warrior in Western fantasy novels.

It's just that this division of labor is only taking shape, but it is not tacit.

If there were some powerful spirit-throwing monsters that could guard the little spirit-throwing monsters, it would definitely be more difficult for Fang Xiu to fight against them.

Fang Xiu thought about it, but he didn't stop walking. He quickly reached the end of the passage and entered the battleship driving area.

But what he didn't know was that shortly after he disappeared in the passage, some dark red smoke gradually rose from the bodies of the psionic monsters scattered in the passage.

The smoke spread wantonly, and after they touched the bulkhead, they could pass through the seamless metal bulkhead, gradually fly out of the battleship, and disperse into the vast starry sky.

After some of the smoke spread to other nearby battleships, it not only adhered to the outside of the battleship, but also slowly penetrated into the interior.

"This is……"

Fang Xiu rushed into the driving area of ​​the battleship, and found that the head of the ship had also been roughly modified, turning it into a huge hollow space.

A huge creature shaped like an octopus hangs in the middle of the space, and its eight tentacles are respectively sucked on the bulkhead of the space as a support. In the middle, one by one slowly discharged.

Obviously, this huge creature is the mother worm of the spiritualist.

A three-meter-high spirit-eating monster and five ten-meter-high power-type spirit-eating monsters were scattered around the cavity, as if waiting for the eggs and guarding the mother insect.

On the pilot's seat of the battleship, a human wearing a uniform of a Caribbean bandit was sitting in front of the control console, constantly flipping the control buttons and steering wheel with both hands to maintain the normal flight and attack of the battleship.

It's just that behind this human's head, there is a little monster with only two tentacles.

The shape of this monster is very similar to the head of the psionic monster, except that six tentacles are missing, and a fleshy object with barbs is added.

And in a place that Fang Xiu couldn't see, there were countless slender wire tubes inserted into the scalp of the human man who controlled the spaceship in the monster's abdomen.

This interstellar bandit organization, which has suddenly risen recently, may have been completely wiped out and replaced by the spiritual monsters long ago.

"Spiritual cultivators, you shouldn't exist, let alone wake up, sink down until your sentences are fully served!"

The sacrificial psychic monster guarding near the cavity of the female worm suddenly turned its head and let out a sharp roar, while the five-headed power psychic monster rushed straight at Fang Xiu.

These ten-meter-tall spiritual monsters are obviously even stronger, and each of them has physical strength similar to that of the early Jindan stage.

They charged so violently that they almost collapsed the space. A slight movement of the physical body could cause the entire space to fluctuate and oscillate.

"鐹礡虾逯搻"

And the sacrificial spirit-throwing monster also started singing at this time.

"The sword rises up the blue sky!"

Fang Xiu twirled his fingers, and a low-grade Golden Core magic weapon flew out from his cuff and shot at the chanting ghost.

"guard!"

However, just as the sword was lifted into the air, among the five spirit-thirsty monsters that were rushing towards Fang Xiu, one monster, which was slightly stronger than the other spirit-thirsty monsters, turned around and rushed back.

He rushed to the side of the sacrificial spirit-throwing monster, turned back again, grabbed forward with both hands, and held the blade of Fang Xiufa's sword firmly in his hand.

The blade of the sword cut through the skin of the ghost monster's hands, cutting into the flesh, but the ghost monster didn't seem to notice, and instead clenched his hands a little tighter.

The bone of the hand rubbed against the blade, making a creaking sound.

It's a pity that although this spirit addict is physically strong, it is still far behind Fang Xiu.

The blade only slowed down for a moment in the hands of the spirit-seeking monster, and after a slight pause, it directly cut and chopped the hands of the spirit-seeking monster, and rushed forward again.

"guard!"

However, the spirit addict still didn't want to give up, and the eight tentacles also entangled at this moment, entangled the body and hilt of the magic sword tightly.

But still not much use.

When the sword weapon came, it was brave and unstoppable. The sharp blade cut off the tentacles, and the violent inertia tore off the tentacles, directly inserted into the chest of the ghost monster, and shot at the sacrificial ghost monster with him.

"The moth and the black scorpion!"

The sacrificial spirit-thirsty monster also stopped singing at the moment when the magic sword was fired, and opened its hands and fingers, raised them outwards, and chanted short spells from its mouth.

An invisible force immediately condensed between the hands, forming a wonderful force field.

When the magic sword wrapped around the body of the spirit-thirsty monster and shot at it, after entering this strange force field, it was immediately imprisoned by a force, suspended at a place about one meter in front of the priest-spiritual monster, standing still verb: move.

"The cooperation between these spiritual monsters is evolving!"

Fang Xiu frowned, feeling even more surprised.

With only a few seconds apart, the cooperation between the ghost monsters has obviously improved a lot.

It's like someone taught it in time.

However, in the face of absolute power, no matter how well these spirit-throwing monsters cooperated, they could not bridge the power gap with Fang Xiu.

When the sacrificial puppet stopped singing and was controlling the magic weapon, Fang Xiu's figure was like lightning, and he shot continuously with both hands, blasting the four spirit-thirsty monsters directly, and then appeared in front of the sacrificial spirit-thirsty monster with a single palm. Shoot the ghost worshipers flying.

The terrifying force crushed the corpse, not only crushing the obviously fragile sacrificial ghost monster, but also shooting his body at the female worm in the middle of the space like a cannonball.

The body of the female worm is extremely large and bloated. Although the power fluctuations emitted by her body are hundreds of times that of the sacrificial ghost monster, for the purpose of rapid reproduction, the body structure and energy in the female worm are all used for reproduction, without any defense and attack capabilities.

Sacrificial to the body of the spirit-thirsty monster, directly smashing through the body of the female worm, and piercing it.

A puff of dark red mucus sprayed in the wound, and the female worm also writhed its body due to the severe pain.

But without the organ of speech, even though the pain is unbearable, it can't make any sound.

"Constellation Sword Formation!"

With a wave of Fang Xiu's sleeve, more than a hundred swords flew out, piercing through the huge body of the female worm, cutting it into pieces of broken flesh and tissue.

"Squeak!"

In the huge battleship piloting space, only Fang Xiu and the "humans" who control the battleship are left.

In front of the console, the seat rotated, and the spaceship pilot with dull eyes stood up from the seat. The two tentacles of the little monster attached to the back of his head kept waving in the air, as if expressing some kind of anger.

But in the next moment, the little monster cut off the connection with the pilot of the spaceship in an instant, bounced off its head, and slammed into the porthole next to the cab, trying to escape immediately.

"Want to go?"

Fang Xiu smiled coldly, grabbed the two tentacled little monsters in his hand with a big spiritual power, and held them tightly.

"Let me see, what the hell are you!"

Fang Xiu's spiritual consciousness was like a sword, directly shooting into the little monster's mind.

Compared with the female worm that only retains the function of reproduction, and the ghost monster that only has the instinct to kill, this little monster that can control the battleship is obviously more intelligent.

"Strange, how come there is no memory trace at all?"

Fang Xiu's consciousness invaded the little monster's mind. Although he didn't find any trace of "master's will" in the little monster's mind, it was not without any gains.

Through soul searching, he not only knew the types and division of work of the spirit-seeking monsters, but also discovered where these spirit-seeking monsters came from!