The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 204 Help me to unlock the forbidden technique, and give me million flowers
After Yan Zhe saw the thing clearly, the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch, "No way, how can this plane drop missiles? Is it necessary to make it so detailed?"

Seeing the missile coming quickly from the sky, Yan Zhe quickly controlled his paper plane to dodge.

But next second.

He saw the missile suddenly stop in mid-air when it was about to hit the ground.

The missile slowly rose up and rushed towards him again.

Song Mang's voice came from the fighter's radio, "This missile can lock and track. Didn't your grandfather tell you when he made it?"

Yanzhe: ???
Grandpa did talk about this.

But that was not the end of the world. The old man said that fighter jets could still drop missiles even if they burned to the underworld. He thought the old man was drunk and bragging!

Yan Zhe was about to collapse, "No way, old man, you are a scientist in the underworld researching armaments?!"

He controlled the paper plane to quickly dodge the missile pursuit while cursing wildly.

Who could have imagined that one day he would be chased and beaten by the paper fighter jet made by his grandfather!
Yan Zhe learned to make paper-cut objects from his family since he was a child. Although he inherited most of the skills, his production skills are not even one-tenth of his grandfather's.

Before the end of the world, he thought that the paper-making skills at home were useless and didn't want to learn them.

If his family hadn't forced him to learn this, he would have switched careers to become an architect long ago.

Yan Zhe controlled the paper plane and narrowly avoided the missile pursuit.

But not long after he dodged it, the missile came after him again and even turned!

"I'm so convinced!"

Yan Zhe's mind was working frantically, thinking about how to avoid this thing.

He didn't dare to crash directly into the missile. Who knew how powerful the missile his grandfather was researching was!

What if he gets blown into pieces?
When Yan Zhe was frantically dodging missiles in the air, Zhu Wuyou below suddenly raised a rocket launcher and fired a shot in the direction he was escaping.

boom--!
Yan Zhe's paper airplane hit the rocket launcher's shell directly and was blown up on the spot. He fell from the sky wrapped in the ghost power barrier.

boom--!
There was a ten-meter-deep pit in the woods.

When Yan Zhe fell to the ground, the ghost power barrier on his body was shattered and his hair was burnt.

He was originally wearing a white robe, pretending to be an immortal, but now the white robe has turned gray, and many big holes have been burned on the hem.

If you don’t know, you might think he is a homeless person.

"Cough...cough..."

Yan Zhe climbed out of the pit with difficulty. "How can this rocket launcher be so powerful? Can you two consider the friendship between fellow disciples and attack so ruthlessly?!"

"Do you take into account the relationship between fellow disciples?"

Zhu Wuyou sneered and said, "Xiao Wu is your junior fellow apprentice, but you still want to kill him!"

When Yanzhe saw Zhu Wuyou raised the rocket launcher again and was about to fire at him, his expression changed slightly, "Wait a minute! Xiaowu is not dead yet! Why are you shouting and killing like that? Stupid woman!"

"Who are you calling stupid? Bitch!"

There was a bang.

Zhu Wuyou fired again without mercy.

Yan Zhe turned around and ran, but at this time, missiles in the air also fell towards him.

A violent explosion was heard.

The heat wave shot up into the sky, the dazzling light of the explosion illuminated the sky and earth as if it were daytime, and the ground was shaking.

In the woods outside the village, a mushroom cloud more than ten meters high slowly rose up and did not dissipate for a long time.

Players in the village: ??? Strange villagers: ???
what's going on?
Is the world ending again?

Zhu Wuyou was also a little stunned when he saw the mushroom cloud formed by the explosion.

She saw Song Mang falling from the sky and ran over to ask, "Why is it so powerful? The vibration of this explosion is stronger than Jindan's full-strength attack! Did you throw a missile or an atomic bomb?
Yan Zhe is not dead, is he? He can't die yet! He said Xiao Wu is not dead, I want to ask about Xiao Wu's whereabouts! "

"You mean Fifth Brother?" Song Mang asked, "What happened to Fifth Brother? Did he encounter an accident?"

“At the beginning of the apocalypse, Xiao Wu was helping people exorcise evil spirits near Jiang City. The master asked him to go to Jiang City to find Xiao Ze, but he disappeared on the second day of the apocalypse!
Later, I met an old acquaintance who said that Xiaowu was dead and was killed by Yanzhe! The man also took a video, and in the video, it was indeed Yanzhe who did it.

And Yanzhe..."

At this point, Zhu Wuyou's expression was a bit complicated. "He did something wrong, and his cultivation was abolished by the master. He has been expelled from the Tianshi Mansion. I thought he wanted to take revenge on the Tianshi Mansion, so he attacked Xiaowu."

As the two were talking, the mushroom cloud in the distant woods gradually dissipated, revealing a golden light.

However, this golden light only appeared for a moment and quickly disappeared, so many people did not notice it.

Song Mang saw it.

Because she and the little Pixiu were bound by a contract, the ancient auspicious beast Pixiu could sense the aura of many treasures.

When the golden light appeared, the little Pixiu was screaming frantically in Song Mang's mind, "Divine weapon, there is a divine weapon, woooo! Sister has a divine weapon!"

"There?"

Song Mang pointed in the direction of the mushroom cloud.

"That's right!"

A burst of black ghostly energy emerged from the top of Song Mang's head, and the soul of the little Pixiu slowly emerged, squatting on her head, looking in the direction of the mushroom cloud with bright eyes.

"What an amazing artifact, even more amazing than the Qianyuan Ding! It would be great if it could be used as a home for the baby! The baby would be able to condense a new body very quickly!"

The Pixiu likes to eat gold and hoard treasures. It sensed the breath of the divine weapon, and its chubby soul floated up and drifted towards the direction of the mushroom cloud.

Song Mang saw a figure walking out from the smoke of the dissipating mushroom cloud, and hurriedly pulled the little Pi Xiu back.

"You are so lucky."

When Song Mang saw Yan Zhe, who was covered in dust and had burnt hair, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

Yan Zhe glanced at Zhu Wuyou coldly, "If I wasn't lucky, I would have died the day my master destroyed my cultivation. How could I have the chance to stand in front of you now?"

Zhu Wuyou said coldly, "If you hadn't slaughtered all the cultivators of Tianyuan Sect, Master wouldn't have abolished your cultivation. You brought this upon yourself!"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

Yan Zhe sighed, adjusted his hair, and said to Song Mang, "Junior sister, right? Lend me that fighter jet to play with. I can remove the forbidden technique on you.

Otherwise, the little spiritual power in you might not be enough to be devoured by the forbidden technique, and your skin and flesh will fall off, and you will bleed to death."

Today Song Mang was wearing a gray sweatshirt, the collar of which was stained red with blood.

The skin on the back of her neck was torn and a lot of flesh fell off.

If Zhu Wuyou hadn't given her a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pill, giving her enough spiritual power to resist the power of the forbidden technique, I'm afraid all the flesh on her body would have fallen off!
Song Mang touched the blood on his neck without panicking. He pointed at Yan Zhe and said, "You, help me to remove the forbidden technique, and then go out and get me a takeaway. Oh, and transfer another 5 million ghost money to me."

Yanzhe: ???
Zhu Wuyou:!!!

Yan Zhe was so angry that he laughed, "You stupid girl, what do you mean by your commanding tone? It's you who is dying, not me!
You want me to lift the ban, and you are so arrogant? It’s fine if you want me to lift the ban, but you also want me to get you takeout and transfer money to you. Do you think I am your servant? ! "

Song Mang took out more than a dozen paper fighter jets and placed them on the ground, then took out more than a dozen paper tanks.

She also took out more than ten different types of guns and said, "It's not a problem to give you one to play with. Which one do you want to play with?"