Chapter 325 The Holy Land of Experience

Even if these demons are highly skilled, proficient in spells, and have endless methods, they are still flesh and blood before they have cultivated great supernatural powers, so how can they resist the sudden bombardment of this dense barrage. The rate of fire of nearly 100 rounds per second is enough to add a pile of stumps to the ground in the blink of an eye.

hum...

The humming of the motor's rotation faded away, the tongue of flame stopped abruptly as if strangled by the neck, and the bullets stopped spewing until the six barrels stopped spinning.

Huang Lan was greatly surprised, and sniffed indistinctly, the dense forest was full of blood.

Most of the ten or so demons just now were killed or injured, and only two or three evil daoists reacted quickly, blocking the impact of the barrage with their spells, and wisely chose to escape.

Her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, she stretched out her ruddy tongue and licked her lips, her five slender and powerful fingers swayed unconsciously, the sharp claws rubbed against each other, and the fierceness that had been suppressed in her body for a long time began to arouse.

But she is already a wise monster, and this instinct can't overwhelm her reason, especially there is one more important thing that she will never forget.

I saw Huang Lan stretched out his hand and whispered a vague and short syllable. With a little mana agitation, a demon pill in the pile of minced meat flew into the air and fell into her white hands.

The blood-stained demon pill instantly added a dazzling and eye-catching scarlet to the extremely beautiful fingers, but she did not dislike or hesitate, and handed the demon pill to Anyang.

"Young Master An, I didn't do anything just now, I'll give it to you."

"Forget it, it's useless for me to hold it. The demon pills are all yours. Just go back and give the two little guys some points. I don't think there will be too many golden pills, so they belong to me."

"Row!"

"Okay, let's go."

Anyang carried the crane gun and walked forward, following the guidance of Kunlun Laodao, all the way to the depths.

The two of them tacitly understood that the bloody smell here is so strong, it will definitely attract a lot of monsters and evil things with a keen sense of smell, and the disciples of various factions cannot attack this place temporarily, so it has become a natural place that belongs to them only. The Holy Land for brushing experience orbs.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them did not go to find the ruler of the demon here, nor did they have the idea of ​​challenging the demon king, they just fought a large group of demons alone here. As a result, the demon pills came rolling in, and even Huang Lan had already handed them over to Anyang for safekeeping because the Taiko drum in his arms affected the performance of his combat power. Unfortunately, the number of golden pills was small, and the evil things that were naturally raised were usually not weak. Difficult to kill, so there are not many.

The cooperation between the two is not a tacit understanding. After all, there is not much running-in, but their tactics are simple, and they will not go wrong.

Anyang is responsible for the whole-hearted firepower output. Almost regardless of other things, the exchange of heavy machine guns and energy cannons is very diligent. Use whichever one should be used. Among the 100 dead demons, at least 95 died. With his modern weapons, even those with a high level of cultivation can block heavy machine guns, but they can't block individual energy cannons or even the laser transmitters that come with missiles and armor.

Huang Lan's task is to ensure that he will not be disturbed. Whenever there is an evil spirit approaching or attacking him through strange and unpredictable spells, Huang Lan will block it. Sometimes she will kill the advancing demons on the spot, sometimes the demons are too powerful, and when she is defeated, she only needs to delay for a while, and the energy cannons or dense barrages that follow can easily tear the demons to pieces. Even annihilated into fly ash.

Now she is different from the past. She is no longer a tigress who can only rely on her strong physical fitness, fighting instincts and innate magical powers. She also has a lot of spells, although compared to many evil ways It's not as good as it is, but it's still barely able to block their strange and unpredictable spells, especially the fierce ghost next to him, like a natural barrier, automatically defending against the interception system.

Even if he doesn't block it occasionally, Anyang is not a pure crisp-skin output mage. He himself has the golden body technique, the Buddha's light body protection technique, the Liujia Ding guard technique, as well as the armor of eternal alloy, his own physical fitness and from the painting skin. The demon body of the thousand-year-old fox demon Xiaowei, the occasional counterattack by a group of demons who were beaten by the barrage could not hurt him.

It was almost dusk now, and the surrounding light was getting darker and darker.

Ow!

A tiger roar shocked the mountains and forests, and it seemed that there had never been calm here.

hum...

chug chu...

boom……

bang bang bang...

It's like a small modern war.

Huang Lan waved her arms, and her hands instantly showed beautiful muscle lines. The ferocious ghosts surrounding her were like beasts that had escaped their predicament, and they rushed to the front of a demon who turned and wanted to flee.

Screaming and roaring one after another!

Countless pale shadows quickly caught up with the demon, and they gathered with their claws and claws to surround it, like a hungry beast eating its prey, tearing the demon into pieces, and even tearing its soul. It came out, stuffed into his mouth in confusion and swallowed cleanly.

There seemed to be shrill screams from the soul, as well as excited roars.

This scene is extremely bloody, bloodier than a living demon being torn apart by metal bullets, which is disgusting to watch.

"Such a method is not much different from a demon, right?"

Anyang shook his head, no wonder so many tiger demons recorded by Kunlun are very evil and powerful.

With such a talent, it is too easy to quickly improve one's own cultivation. That is to say, Huang Lan can only hold back if she is firm in her heart. She did not use similar methods to slaughter all living beings to increase her morality, nor did she recklessly devour innocent souls, only killing them. To kill one's own opponents, only to devour these evil demons who have harmed countless people and made the world intolerable.

So no matter how cruel her methods are, it has nothing to do with demons.

In the afternoon, there were not many evil spirits who died in these surroundings, and gradually fewer people came, and their prestige was already very terrifying, just like that bloody body.

As soon as Huang Lan waved his hand, many ferocious ghosts scattered around, forming a group in twos and threes, bloody and fierce biting the souls of the demons who had just been killed, and some of them still devoured the flesh and blood on the ground like real entities, but they all remained intact. He was within 100 meters of Huang Lan and would not be far away.

These ferocious ghosts themselves can't be too far away from her, just researching the soul control technique for so long and their own innate magical powers can be regarded as an optimization.

The two of them were not idle either, collecting the demon pills on the ground and a precious golden pill next to each other, and put them into the portable space by Anyang.

Huang Lan flicked the blood from his fingertips, took back the fierce ghost and the ghost, and consciously walked towards the other part of the dense forest, and at the same time blocked Anyang behind him.

Although Anyang didn't need her to do so.

Not long after the two left, a sword beam descended from the sky, stepping on an ancient sword, suspended in the position where they stood before, it was the sharp-eyed middle-aged man.

"hiss……"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is almost covered with broken limbs and flesh, and the soil is dyed red with blood. I don't know how many demons have died here.

This is the world of cultivating Taoism. It is not a fantasy immortal who slashes mountains and mountains with one sword, and it is even less likely that there will be a gap between the sky and the moat just one realm away. In fact, the realm of cultivation in this world is very vague, and sometimes a Jiazi's Dao Xing is nothing, and the gap in quality can easily be made up with quantity.

The reason why it is emphasized that this is a world of Taoism is because all Taoist practitioners are human beings. For example, the Dayan Exorcism Thunder, which was used by hundreds of Kunlun disciples, is already a powerful supernatural power. It can be called wind and rain. Even Kunlun, who majored in fighting, would not dare to say that he could cope with the spells that these hundreds of disciples used together.

So, what kind of cultivator can he leave calmly in the face of the siege of so many demons, and leave the corpse in this place?

It's impossible for any sect to quietly send in an expert in the door, right?

Could it be...

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly condensed, and he instantly thought of the steel figure that roared out from his side today. The speed was simply appalling.

I am far behind, I don't know what supernatural powers are, but it is faster than Yu Jian.

And with such a strong combat power, he has lived for more than two hundred years, can he do it?

Hang!

Middle-aged people can't help being a little dignified. You must know that Shushan has always been known for its combat power. Because it is located in the deep mountains, it is also the most wary of demons and demons.

Out of the corner of the eye, he found something different.

"Um?"

The place where the eyes touched was a pile of broken corpses, as if they had been torn and bitten by something, and they looked very bloody.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his expression became gloomy, and he began to pinch his fingers at a high speed, the thick mana surging on his body, and silently closed his eyes at the same time.

Suddenly, those eyes opened, and there seemed to be a simple and sharp sword hidden inside.

"It's normal that the demon pill is gone, but the flesh and blood are swallowed, and some souls are broken and torn to pieces. This method... How is it different from the demon?"

"No, there is still the aura of the evil things in the world, and it can fight against the army of evil spirits involved in the evil things in the world. It seems that I underestimate you."

"Hey, there is more than one evil thing in the world, but there is no body left, not even the soul remains. Could it be taken away directly?"

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and uncertain, withdrew the ancient sword under his feet, stepped into the pool of blood, stepped forward, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at a big tree.

There is clearly a hole in the tree, and the wood texture is completely destroyed.

He stretched out his hand and opened his fingers to aim at the hole.

Ding!

A deformed metal missile landed in his hand, about a finger long, golden-yellow, with a round top and a strange shape.

The middle-aged man frowned, looked around, saw the small trees that were interrupted by the middle, and lowered his head to stare at the metal. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel the tricky and the metal's effect.

He flicked the ancient sword and made a slight buzzing sound, an inexplicable invisible ripple swayed away, and echoes sounded everywhere.

Some are in the holes in the trees, some are deep underground, some are covered with stumps and flesh on the ground, and some are far away.

The echo was inaudible, but he could hear it with mysticism.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood, and there was a hint of irony on his face.

"It turned out to be a coincidence. I didn't expect that it was me who looked down on you. So this metal bullet is the culprit that killed so many demons?"

"Fun, fun!"

The middle-aged man didn't know what he was thinking, and walked back again.

But he didn't see that under the pool of blood, the shocking pits were buried by the corpses of the demons, which cannot be done without great magic!

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