Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 269
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Xu Zhanming was the first to bear the brunt of all the attacks, and all the attacks fell on him. The violent impact made it too late for him to react. As blood spurted wildly, Huiying's sharp claws tore open his chest, and kept grabbing at the Nascent Soul in the dantian. .

Such a brutal force shocked everyone, the monk behind him subconsciously took a step back, and no one dared to step forward to help for a while.

Huiying took advantage of the victory and pursued, two sharp claws stirred wantonly on Xu Zhanming's chest, seeing that the fragile Nascent Soul was about to be caught, a black stick suddenly appeared in front of him, the space shook with terrifying force, Huiying's pupils shrank , subconsciously tilted his head to avoid the attack, and the speed of the dive slowed down a step.
Before it was too late, Tong Xiaoye jumped up and hit Huiying hard with a stick. The stick fell heavily, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp.

The strength in his hand didn't seem to hit the real point, it was soft and weak, as if it hit the cotton, but it seemed like it didn't hit anything.

In a daze, the gray figure swayed for a while, instead of advancing, it retreated, and turned into a gray afterimage, swooping down towards the top of Xu Zhanming's head.

Familiar afterimages, familiar movements...

"If you dare to take him away, I will kill Lang Jun and Lang Shengxiao!"

Tong Xiaoye came to his senses in an instant, shouted loudly, and the wishful dry golden rod instantly grew bigger, and without caring about Xu Zhanming, he smashed the stick heavily on the barrier, and under the terrifying force, the hazy barrier instantly shattered Then, the figures of a group of demon cultivators appeared opposite.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and with the shattering of the barrier, the little golden retriever jumped out like lightning, shouting for the ancestor, and quickly ran towards the demon clan.

Tong Xiaoye's figure didn't move, his red eyes stared at the gray wolf shadow above Xu Zhanming's head, and the stick in his hand was raised high, ready to smash everything at any time.

Palpitating suffocation!
Finally, the gray afterimage swayed and turned into a ferocious giant wolf again. Its sharp wolf claws grabbed Xu Zhanming's dantian, and its wolf eyes fixed on Tong Xiaoye, looking ready to go.

Tong Xiaoye was relieved and turned into a red-haired rabbit. She squinted her eyes and looked at the giant wolf opposite with a bad expression: "Patriarch Xiaotian, it's been a long time!"

This gray shadow looks exactly the same as when Lang Jun transformed into a wolf, and he also knows the soul-snatching method that Lang Jun is good at, so it should be the ancestor of the Xiaotian wolf clan without a doubt.
When the two confronted each other, the little golden retriever had already brought the patriarch of the demon ape clan over. With a smile on his monkey face, he said repeatedly: "Old ancestor, we are all from our own family! Don't fight, don't fight, let's discuss it if you have anything to do!"

"Discuss what, you monster clan are really reckless and stupid, you beat my sister like this without saying a word!" Looking at Xu Zhanming, who was bleeding all over his body, Tong Xiaoye smiled coldly, and said loudly: "You don't have to, little golden retriever!" Say good things for them, go to the upper world without the share of the demon race! These stupid guys stay here and wait to die!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Yaozu was stunned.

The patriarch of the Xiaotian wolf tribe was even more irritable, and his hoarse voice echoed in the whole space: "Little bastard, don't think that you are lawless if you are talented, dare to act wild in front of me, patriarch..."

The ferocious and sharp wolf claws penetrated deeply into Xu Zhanming's body. Patriarch Xiaotian sneered, and the other paw reached out to Yuanying again, mercilessly trying to crush Xu Zhanming's Yuanying!
"Old Ancestor, you ghost, anyone who dares to touch my sister, go to hell!"

Tong Xiaoye yelled angrily, and with a swipe of the rain fan from Xishan Mountain, the gloomy wind blew past. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the ancestor of Xiaotianlang who was once mighty disappeared suddenly without a trace along with Xu Zhanming.

Not even a single hair was left, just disappeared without a sound.

The demon cultivators were stunned, Lang Shengxiao stood up suddenly, and shouted eagerly: "Xiao Ye, let the ancestor out quickly, I can ask the ancestor to spare you!"

"Yes, Xiaoye, release the ancestor quickly, the ancestor Xiaotian can't be messed with!" Hu Meier also came out to plead with the child, her voice begging and her expression panicked, obviously frightened to the extreme.

Tong Xiaoye suddenly burst out laughing.

"What about the masters of the Mahayana stage? If the Dao collapses today, the Mahayana stage is just a paper tiger waiting to blow itself up! If Lao Zhi dares to accept him, he is not afraid of him! Listen to me, old fellows of the Yaozu, whoever dares to hurt me, this one The old wolf is your fate!"

As her words fell, a thin, old gray wolf with dark fur was casually thrown to the ground.

The ancestor of Tianhu, who was standing at the forefront of the demon clan, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This, this is the once invincible hidden master of the Howling Wolf Clan, the well-known Mahayana Qi Howling Wolf in the Xuan Yao world?
The old wolf face and extremely withered figure made it almost impossible to resist its original appearance.

Tong Xiaoye smiled lightly, jumped onto the little monkey's head lightly, and said unabashedly: "This stupid old wolf hurt my friend, I took his Nascent Soul to restore Xiaoming's injury, who of you wouldn't Don't hesitate to be convinced, my Xiaoming still lacks a Nascent Soul to heal his wounds!"

The monster master took another step back.

The fluffy and red rabbits in front of them suddenly became extremely terrifying, which actually made them feel a deep sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The number one master of the monster race, a monk of the Mahayana period, the wolf overlord, suddenly aged like this, and even the Nascent Soul was swallowed up!

As the monster clan retreated in panic, Renxiu behind Tong Xiaoye also took several steps back.

A monster that even masters in the Mahayana period dared to kill, they called her a little bitch before? !

I really don't know how to write the word "dead"!

Seeing that everyone shrank and dared not go forward, Tong Xiaoye was still full of arrogance on the face, but he was greatly relieved in his heart.

The power of the Xishan Micro Rain Fan modified by Master Master before parting is astonishing. The illusion in the fan with five more chains of sleepy gods has become a hell for high-level monks. After the monks are entangled by the chains, they can directly absorb spiritual power and let you cultivate. No matter how high it is, the divine power in the sleepy god chain is nothing more than a living energy body.

You must know that it is the treasure of the God of Trapping, and even Ling Jue has been locked by this thing for tens of thousands of years. Although the chain of Trapping God has lost its power, under Ling Jue's restoration, it is almost impossible for a Mahayana master to be trapped. A piece of cake.

But the spiritual power consumed is unimaginable.

Tong Xiaoye has absorbed the original essence of Wanhua holy water, and her spiritual power is much more abundant than that of ordinary late-stage monks. In addition, she is a beast, and the ocean of spiritual power in her dantian is not inferior to that of Mahayana monks. However, he was sucked clean by the light rain fan from Xishan, and almost collapsed.

But Xiao Ming hadn't recovered yet, and the group of people Xiu didn't listen to her orders, and they slipped faster and faster one by one when they encountered danger. She had to build up her momentum now, and everything would be done after Xiao Ming recovered.

Tong Xiaoye lay lazily on the little monkey's head, glared at the trembling demon cultivators and human cultivators on both sides, stretched out his paws, and said bluntly: "My friend is seriously injured, who of you has the top-grade elixir and spirit grass?" To use it?"

The monks on both sides trembled, but no one moved.

After a long time, Master Hegui, who had been fighting with her all the way, said cautiously: "Senior Hui Xiaoye, we don't have any pills on us. The heavens have collapsed for more than 100 years, the spiritual energy has been chaotic, and the spiritual plants have withered. We have eaten up all the edible pills. , where else can I find the elixir!"

"It's the same situation here on the Yaozu side. If it's not that we have nowhere to go, why should we force ourselves into the world of comprehension." The ancestor Tianhu smiled wryly and shook his head, also looking helpless.

Hmph, no matter how poor you are, you won't be able to take out even one elixir. These people just rely on the number of people to play tricks. No one will take the lead in loosening the elixir, and I can't really kill these people.

Besides, even if you want to kill it, you can't kill it!
Tong Xiaoye sat on the little monkey's head with a calm expression, and secretly poked the voice transmission to Xu Zhanming: "Stinky boy, are you getting better soon? My sister can't hold it anymore!"

Xu Zhanming yelled at the group of damn loose cultivators behind her, and they didn't listen to her orders at all. If the monsters knew the truth and attacked aggressively, she would be able to run away, but the Haotian Tower was completely chaotic, how could it be carried out in the future? the plan of?

Only by relying on Xu Zhanming to restrain this group of loose cultivators can they compete with the demon cultivators.

Xu Zhanming closed his eyes slightly and did not speak, but his pale face gradually turned rosy.

Tong Xiaoye couldn't help feeling envious and jealous.

The Nascent Soul of a monk in the Mahayana period made him a elixir, who could have such treatment?

If it wasn't for this guy's serious injury, she really wanted to snatch the Nascent Soul and eat it herself.

When Xu Zhanming recovered from his injuries, the wrinkled ancestor Xiaotianlang also woke up.

The turbid wolf eyes looked at Tong Xiaoye, the eyeballs rolled around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tong Xiaoye twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

She really wanted to kill this wolf, but the old wolf was a master of the Mahayana period after all, and the centipede was dead but not stiff. She snatched the old wolf's Nascent Soul with the sleepy god chain, and the old wolf reacted quickly enough. He escaped in a matter of seconds, and directly merged into the whole wolf body without any trace.

This is also the unique method of splitting the primordial spirit of the Xiaotian wolf clan. Unless the body is completely smashed, there is always a chance to be reborn.

However, Tong Xiaoye's spiritual power was exhausted, and it was very difficult to maintain the illusion for Xu Zhanming to heal his wounds. He had no energy left to deal with the demon cultivator's body in the Mahayana period, and there were no other means of attack in the illusion. Smash the old wolf completely with brute force.

But after throwing out the old wolf, Tong Xiaoye found sadly that she had no chance to flog the corpse at all!

Just a moment ago, she frightened everyone with her powerful aura. Both Yaozu and Renxiu were terrified of her. If at this time she waved a stick and whipped corpses indistinctly, the precipitous coercion created with great difficulty would be disillusioned of!

Tong Xiaoye had no choice but to pretend to be disdainful and ignored the old wolf's body.
However, keeping a time bomb is really uncomfortable. According to this wolf's vision, sooner or later he can guess his own reality, and when he incites the army of demon cultivators to take action, he will be miserable.

Tong Xiaoye urged Xu Zhanming uneasily, and stared at the old wolf again from the corner of his eye.

In the eerie silence, the old wolf finally moved!

The hair on the back of Tong Xiaoye's neck stood up, and he subconsciously clenched the golden stick.

Unexpectedly, the old wolf's target was not himself, the old wolf's head slightly raised, and under Tong Xiaoye's surprised eyes, a gray afterimage shot out, and instantly sank into the body of the man beside him who was healing him.

"Old Ancestor? Ah! Ah!!" Lang Shengxiao's body twisted and twitched along with the extremely tragic hissing sound, but his voice disappeared completely in just an instant.

"Brother Sheng Xiao, what's wrong with you? Husband, don't scare me!" Hu Meier's scream suddenly rang out, almost piercing Tong Xiaoye's eardrum.

Everything happened so fast that she had no time to react.

Tong Xiaoye closed his eyes, feeling sad and helpless.

Thousands of calculations have been made, and the old wolf may take the house or the sound transmission monster clan will make trouble, but he never thought that he would take the house from Lang Shengxiao.

After all, Lang Shengxiao and Lang Jun are the only remaining descendants of the Xiaotian Wolf Clan. According to the importance the Yao Clan attaches to the offspring, no matter what, they shouldn't attack the offspring!
But she forgot that the old wolf in front of her belonged to the ferocious and brutal Sky Wolf clan, not the Sky Fox clan with few descendants and extremely protective cubs.

The ancestor of Tianhu protected Hu Meier behind him, and Tong Xiaoye lowered his head silently.

The voice of Tianhu Patriarch comforting Hu Meier came from next to his ear: "Meier is not sad, you still have a pair of children, isn't it just that a man died, and you have to hold on for the sake of the children!"

Thinking of the child, Hu Meier managed to cheer up, and cried, "Grandmother, that's Big Brother Lang, that's the best husband to me, Old Ancestor Xiaotian obviously values ​​Big Brother Lang so much, why...why did he choose to win the baby?" Let alone him, my husband is so kind to him, everyone else in the wolf tribe hides away, only my husband spares no effort to heal his wounds..."

"Silly Meier, Lang Batian is a master in the Mahayana period. If you want to win the house, you must choose the most suitable body. Lang Shengxiao is the only remaining descendant of the Xiaotian wolf clan, and he just happens to be lying next to Lang Batian to ask questions. Who will give up and who will give up?"

"Besides, it's better for others to live than yourself! What's your valued junior? At this time, your own son can do it! Didn't you see that the other wolves are hiding far away? Only you are stupid!" Husband leaned over without looking too far."

"But grandma, why don't you tell me, you know everything, why didn't you tell me? Huh...Brother Lang..."

Hu Meier was crying so hard that the ancestor of Tianhu gave a long sigh: "Mei'er, you are the last hope of our Tianhu clan. The future of our Tianhu clan depends on you. You foolishly guard the wolf with all your heart." , Grandma is old and can't protect you anymore, you have to really grow up..."

Tong Xiaoye's heart turned cold when he heard that.

In this world, as a high-ranking person, whether it is a demon or a human, they are cruel and terrifying.

Lang Batian took away the only junior who cared about him, and the ancestor of Tianhu clearly guessed all of this but didn't remind him, just to let Hu Meier grow into the leader of the fox clan.

She fixed her eyes on Lang Batian who was stretching out her new body, the sweat in her hands almost soaked the dry golden rod, and a warm palm suddenly held hers.

"Ono, don't worry."

(End of this chapter)