God-Level Choice

The Chu Feng froze two ants again and took away Neidan, who was still a huge milky white rice grain.

"It's really strange." Handed her two Chu Feng, hugged them in her arms, and looked up at the sky.

"Om" fingers all over the sky.

"Bang bang bang" fell on the ant colony in the distance like an arrow, and first fell on Ouyang Zhihua's surroundings.

Ouyang Zhihua is struggling to resist the attack of the golden ants, he is crumbling and moving slowly.

They have physical skills, but they can't be used very well here, and their swords are useless, so they have to push with their palms.

Several people were inexplicably desperate.

If you keep going like this, they'll be trampled to death.

"Don't worry, someone will come to help. If we don't appear in the sky, someone will come to look for us." Ouyang Wudi raised his voice and encouraged himself.

A young man sighed: "Ouyang, brother, I'm afraid they won't dare."

They were all trapped inside, and the rest were also in a hurry, so they dared not come.

"Others don't dare, but Sister Qin dares!" Ouyang Wudi said, "Sister Qin will definitely help us."

"There's no reason for that either. Sister Qin is in danger. It's better not to come!" Another young man said in a weak voice.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang", the ground trembled, and dense fingers fell from the sky and landed on Gold's ants.

If they were brought down by a mountain, they would turn into flesh and blood and tragedy, but they were stirred.

The fingers of the God of Dust bypassed them like a torrential rain, each finger hitting a Gold ant.

In the blink of an eye, many ants turned into blood, and there was no possibility of survival. Even if some ants try to escape with a warm smile, they still can't escape the finger of God

The god of exile dust has its own spirituality, automatically pursues, adjusts the whereabouts position, and strikes with precision.

"Good!" they cheered loudly.

Chu Fenghong and Chu Fengpiao approached them.

"It's really Sister Qin!" Ouyang Zhihua said with a smile:

Someone asked: "Qin, sister, what kind of magic have you practiced?"

Chu Fenghong said flatly: "Brothers, just now is Chu Feng's banished finger, you should know."

"Well," they said suddenly.

Of course, they know the power of falling dust. Many masters of Tiandao Palace died here.

They just never entered Chu Feng's world, never learned it personally, but heard of its power.

Now, those people are still saying that they have reduced the power of Falling Dust. Chu Feng said with a smile: ""||The dust finger is not that powerful. This is the dusty finger given by Miss Qin

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Ouyang Wudi looked at Chu Fenghong meaningfully.

He knew Junior Sister Qin's methods and wanted to rely on someone with good character under his command.

As it stands now, it's a good deal with one big surprise.

The power of the Fallen Dust's Finger of God is really amazing, especially in this world where Dragon Qi is so abundant, which means (Zhao's) that animals are extremely dangerous, but at the same time, there must be many Precious ugly agents.

People really can't come here, otherwise they will encounter a group of golden ants, and they will lose their skin when they die.

Chu Feng is different, at least he can deal with gold ants, which is already a great advantage.

"It's getting late, let's find the antidote as soon as possible." Chu Fenghong looked at the sky. They kept their mouths shut and looked straight at him, always so as not to disturb him.

Chu Feng looked at Chu Fenghong curiously!.