Chapter 1680
"Don't be dumbfounded. The monk offended me just now and captured him alive. I want to treat him well."
Wan Menghao's voice was full of resentment, and he had already hated Lin Xuan's repeated teasing to the extreme.
hateful!
What is being the young master?
A juggling clown?
I will make it impossible for you to live and die.
Take your soul out and make it into a soul lamp to be tortured forever.
Wan Menghao gritted his teeth fiercely, but soon realized something was wrong, because the monks around listened to his order and did not move.
"What are you doing, didn't you hear my young master's words, or do you want me to tell the ancestors?" Wan Menghao couldn't help being furious, he had been insulted, but he didn't expect that even his subordinates would be disobedient.
"Young master, it's not that the old man violated the order, but that man just now..." A monk in a gray and white Taoist robe spoke. This man's cultivation base is not weak. That idiot young master is a little higher.
Wan Menghao hesitated for a moment, and his voice eased a little, he didn't dare to be too rude to this notorious big devil: "Brother Dao, what do you mean by this, we have so many immortal cultivators, why can't we catch him?" He is... No, that person is holding a woman in his hand, but her cultivation is no more than Foundation Establishment, tsk tsk, she looks pretty good, if I capture this woman alive, the little beauty will just use it to scare her."
The people around looked at each other in blank dismay, among the evil cultivators there were not many who were lustful, but compared with the young master in front of him, they couldn't help feeling inferior, and cupped their hands to express their admiration.
"Young master, let's not talk about that girl for the time being. The unattractive immortal cultivator just now seems to be a clutch..." The monk in the gray robe smiled wryly, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head as if sensing something. .
On the far horizon, silver light suddenly appeared, at first there was only a little bit, but in a blink of an eye, it appeared in front of the eyes like the raging waves of the sea.
Looking around, there is a piece of silver, and the sound of irritating chirping echoes in my ears.
"This is... beast tide, silver fish and bird?"
The monks were stunned and looked at each other, their faces turned ugly one by one.
As monks born and raised in the East China Sea, how could they not know the horror of this monster, and their legs almost went limp from fright.
"Hurry up, protect the young master and go back, open the ban on White Tiger City, and order all the monks to form an array to meet the enemy, and never let this monster rush into the city."
Some hoarse voices came to his ears. The gray-robed monk was indeed a cultivator in the late Yuanying period. Although his legs were weak at this moment, he also understood that there was only one battle.
Fortunately, Wanshou Island is extremely powerful. Although the owner of the island is not there, there are countless prohibition traps. As long as everyone is united, they may not be able to survive this terrifying beast tide.
Escaping is impossible, it will die faster.
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe, and his whole body was wrapped in gray-white devilish energy. He took a step forward, pulled the young master who was stunned by fright, and flew away with him in the direction of a city wall.
Taking the lead, the other immortal cultivators also shouted as if they had just woken up from a dream, each showing their magical powers, and fled in embarrassment as if their buttocks were on fire.
Fortunately, they were not far from the city gate, and the thick and simple sound of incantations came to their ears, and the immortal cultivators who stayed on the city wall also noticed something was wrong, and opened the restriction without ordering at all.
A layer of azure shield slowly rises, although it has not yet formed, but it shows the meaning of simplicity and mystery.
Teams of armored soldiers also appeared in sight, there were tens of thousands of them, and the defense of Ten Thousand Beast Island was no small feat.
And the Jingwei cannon, no matter the caliber or the length of the barrel, is better than many of the warships, and the power will obviously be better.
The war was approaching, and the atmosphere in the air became more and more stagnant.
Facing the immortal cultivators who are waiting in line, Yinyuniao has no fear at all. The principle that people die for money and birds die for food is vividly reflected here.
In their eyes, there are only emerald green berries, but the target has changed from Lin Xuan to the unlucky young master.
"ah!"
The screams came to the ears, and the soldiers who were running slower were already swallowed by the silver wave.
The mere foundation-building and alchemy-stage cultivators are as vulnerable as ants in a beast horde of this scale, and even if they desperately resist, it will only stir up a small wave.
It didn't have the slightest effect, and was quickly swallowed up again, so that there was not even a bone left.
The entire army of more than two hundred soldiers was wiped out, and then it was the turn of those Nascent Soul cultivators who were slower to escape.
Those who were overtaken were terrified, although those who could condense into Nascent Souls had some abilities, but their fate would not be much better. The reason why ants killed elephants was the same.
The only difference is that it lasted longer. When the treasures all over him were eaten and turned into iron, there was no other way but to explode the Nascent Soul. It was better to die like this than to be buried in the belly of a monster.
But stupid people have stupid blessings, even though the young master has become a delicious food in the eyes of silver fish and birds, he is very lucky to escape safely.
After all, the person who took him away was an immortal cultivator in the late Yuanying period, and he was also the one who saw the opportunity the fastest.
The two successfully returned to the top of the city and hid behind the light curtain.
There are only seven or eight immortal cultivators who have fled back, less than half, and this refers to the Nascent Soul stage, and the entire army of low-level soldiers has been wiped out.
The crisis has not been resolved, but those few lucky ones also showed lingering fear. Just after they breathed a sigh of relief, a stench came into their noses with the wind.
The old monsters were stunned for a while, and turned their heads following the smell, and saw a scene they would never forget, the majestic young master of Ten Thousand Beasts Island was so frightened that he shitted.
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it even if they were killed. A man who does not shed tears lightly, and a dignified immortal cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, has never been used to this extent. .
Poor Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts is a generation of heroes, but his descendants are so useless.
"Young master, you..."
The gray-robed old man frowned, his face was extremely ugly, he didn't know what to say, although it was a moment of life and death, everyone's eyes were still attracted.
Wan Menghao blushed, wishing there would be a seam in the ground, but at this moment, the sound of puff puff came to his ears, but it was the silver fish bird that had rushed close, and began to claw and peck, madly hitting the blue sky. colored light curtain.
However, the restraint of the White Tiger City is far from comparable to that of the battleship's shield. The first wave of impact is only a slight shake.
The monk in charge of the control shot out a formula, and dozens of arm-thick arcs filled the light curtain immediately, with a loud piercing sound, and thousands of silver fish and birds had been electrocuted into coke.
However, this amount was nothing more than a drop in the ocean for the huge beast horde. The silver fish and bird were not afraid of death, stepping on the corpses of the same kind, and rushed up one after another.