Chapter 377
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 377
2020-12-25
Chapter 377 Martial UncleOn Mount Huang main peak, outside the Koizumi view, a group of Mount Huang Disciples are struggling to support .
Without the protection of the Great Array, they were exposed and forced to endure the siege of the Marathi Warlock.
Zuo Zifan and the other mages didn't even have to do it, and many warlocks of the sect taught them to make contributions.
The bean soldiers scattered by the hundred zhang were also overwhelmed by the swarms of Ma sectarians, and the Junior Brothers fell into a hard fight.
"Time's up!"
hundred zhang waved his hand, and the clouds shrouded him, removing several warlock attacks, but he was caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow in the back.
His heart was sad, and the summon that the Master sent from Celestial Grotto the night before sounded.
"hundred zhang, now that the Majiao is so powerful, we can't fight it recklessly."
"You find an opportunity and withdraw it into the little Celestial Grotto, even if they can't find it!"
hundred zhang asked in surprise, "What about the other Junior Brothers?"
The Master was silent for a while, then said, "Let them break through the encirclement and escape down the mountain!"
hundred zhang knew, however, that when the Majiao came and surrounded Mount Huang main peak, even if the Junior Brothers could escape, they would be hard-pressed to escape.
The Master's move is to give up the others and keep the Hundred zhang alone.
"Master, I refuse!"
hundred zhang recalled that night, Master smiled gratified, and said bitterly, "hundred zhang, you have grown up!"
As the Mount Huang Disciple, why did you flee without fighting, abandoning the Junior Brothers who were sympathetic, and become a coward?
"Seek benevolence!"
hundred zhang breathes deeply, looking up at the outside of Mount Huang, the sea of clouds is rolling, the mist is heavy, what a beautiful landscape, it's a pity...
"Where is the Mount Huang Disciple?"
These words, from the mouth of Hundred Zhang, sounded like thunder.
Among the crowd, many Disciples were under siege and were groggy when they heard the summary of Eldest Senior Brother.
"Disciple is here!"
"Follow me, protect the mountain and be a martyr!"
Hundred zhang folded his palms, raised a Taoist basket behind him, and stood before the crowd. Very conspicuous in the middle.
At the same time, other Disciples who are eligible to receive the taolu have also released the taolu.
This is a Taoist Disciple, a unique ceremony that burns the Taoist casket, and plays a powerful attack far beyond realm.
The price is, death!
Not far away, Zuo Zifan, the messenger of Majiao, sighed lightly when he saw this, "It's a pity to be brave and strong!"
"Your Majesty, then Headmaster Mount Huang, it's up to you. What should I do now?"
Ouyang Hu asked from the side.
After all, they came here for the purpose of Mount Huang's little Celestial Grotto, not to kill the hunted zhang and the others.
"I also didn't expect that the headmaster of Mount Huang was so cold-blooded, even if Disciple died in battle, he would not show up!"
Zuo Zifan received this and chuckled lightly With a bang, he said, "I have my own way to find the little Celestial Grotto!"
After finishing speaking, the eyelids twitched, "Don't stay behind, kill them all!"
It's just that Hundred Zhang took the lead in burning the Dao Lu, and the mana suddenly increased sharply, and everyone could see the danger.
The hemp warlocks all backed away when they saw this, and did not dare to approach, lest they be buried with them.
"Hey!"
A long sigh came from the bottom of the mountain and into the chaotic and noisy battlefield, but it was very clear.
"Little Hundred zhang, I haven't seen you for ten years, you are very satisfying to me now!" "Martial Uncle!"
The other Mount Huang Disciples also looked surprised, what Martial Uncle, is it the Martial Uncle who disappeared for ten years.
They followed hundred zhang cultivation, and often heard the Eldest Senior Brother verbally hanging on, all of which were admiration for the Martial Uncle.
Hundred zhang once praised Dan Rong Martial Uncle, which is the number one expert of Mount Huang Dao Mai.
However, from beginning to end, few people have seen this Martial Uncle, and it has always been a legend.
Now that Mount Huang is about to be destroyed, the Martial Uncle is back?
Zuo Zifan's expression changed. Are the warlocks guarding the mountain below sleeping?
One silhouette came slowly, and Warlock, who was walking on the mountain road next to him, stepped forward to stop him.
From his palm, a cloud of gray mist flew out, wriggling and changing, sometimes like a bird, sometimes like a cloud.
The surrounding mountain fog became crazy and flew down towards the silhouette.
Mash Warlocks, seeing the fog around them getting thicker and thicker, or blowing strong winds from their mouths, or shaking their fans violently, but they couldn't blow away the fog.
"Phew!"
The silhouette blows gently, the mist dissipates instantly, and everyone disappears without a trace.
“Martial Uncle!”
The visitor raised his head and smiled at hundred zhang from a distance, “Young Martial Nephew, you are very tall now!”
“ It's Martial Uncle!"
hundred zhang cried with joy, sniffling and yelling, "Martial Uncle, I know you're bound to come back!"
"Such an adult, still crying, good- for-nothing!"
Fang Dou looked indifferent, looking towards Zuo Zifan and the others, "You guys made me Martial Nephew cry!"
Zuo Zifan looked With Fang Dou, I recalled in my heart, Dan Dao fusion scholar, who shot ten years ago, trifling first-class warlock, is not a great character!
"This must be Dan Rong Fellow Daoist!"
Zuo Zifan just opened his mouth when Fang Dou rudely slapped a word on his face.
"The same Taoist Fang is a friend, you and I are different, don't mention the word Fellow Daoist again?"
The mages around Zuo Zifan showed an indignant expression, one of them, endured No openings shouted.
"You're so brave, you have been waiting for Mount Huang Taoist priests, who have been in decline for many years, how dare you put on airs?"
As folk cultivators, they both yearn and hate Taoism. Stepping on the Mount Huang Dao Mai, I was greatly relieved of my hatred.
"Oh!"
Fang Dou glanced at the mage who spoke.
"Bah!"
The mage growled with anger, "You dare to slap me?"
And then he saw, Fang Dou 'Bah ' mouth shape, spit out a white wave.
"Come on!"
The mage's heart is not good, but fortunately, he is alert and finds the trajectory of the other party.
Immediately, the aura changed, turning into a transparent wall, blocking it.
The white waves flew, easily penetrated the transparent wall, and quickly enlarged in the sight of the mage.
"You're not..."
As soon as the mage spoke, a fine white line didn't enter his mouth, blowing his head into a rotten watermelon.
At this time, Zuo Zifan, Ouyang Hu and the others just found out that one of their companions was killed
"You..."
Ouyang Hu both Frightened and angry, he rubbed his hands together, and the flames condensed into a long whip, which whipped towards Fang Dou.
Fang Dou made a knife with both hands, and with a single wave, the flame whip was scattered.
Under everyone's eyes, Fang Dou was covered in clouds and mist, and he threw himself in front of Ouyang Hu.
"Hugh is crazy!"
Zuo Zifan raised his hand and just touched the jade crown on his head, when he saw Fang Dou rushing behind Ouyang Hu with his cloud-flying technique.
"What a quick move!"
At this time, let alone Ouyang Hu, the party involved, and several other mages, didn't know what was going on.
Hundred zhang and a group of Mount Huang Disciple were dazzled and heart-warming.
"Look, this is the soaring cloud and mist technique, which is one of my Mount Huang Dao Mai Supreme spells!"
"Martial Uncle, already a mage!"
hundred zhang's expression is full of confidence, no longer as dead as before.
From the moment Fang Dou appeared, Mount Huang's Taoism was saved.
At this time, Fang Dou rushed in front of Ouyang Hu, and the two were so close that their nose tips almost touched.
"Hi!"
Fang Dou opened his mouth, spit out a large ball of thunder, and threw it on Ouyang Hu's face.
Ouyang Hu's upper body was submerged in lightning like water, and he screamed a few times before stopping abruptly.
(end of this chapter)