Vol 3 Chapter 662: Spirit (1/2)
The eye-catching purple light was drawn forward, and along the way, a broken bamboo was broken, and even those thunder bamboo blame were divided into two.
In the vision of the purple scorpion, there is a vacuum zone in which a piece of Leizhu is floating.
This is a quarter of an hour after the direction of the purple cicadas. The number of thunder bamboo monsters appearing in the field of vision has become more. The battle of the purple cicadas has been unable to keep up with the speed of the bamboo monsters, so he used the soul. Soldier.
Fang Wulian and others are still behind, they have not yet shot.
The purple scorpion quickly advanced, took away the bamboo, and then the long stick in his hand continued to wave, and another purple light extended toward the front.
In the field of vision, there was another vacuum.
The purple pipa is more and more excited, and in his perception, the power of the Thunder in this direction is more intense, which means that the number of Thunder bamboo monsters will be more.
Under the guidance of the radiant seeds, a group of people from Fangwudao marched toward the place where the cultivars existed, and the number of thunderous bamboo monsters along the way increased, which brought them great pressure.
At the moment, everyone is doing their best.
Fortunately, they are fully prepared, if not, it is difficult to advance.
It was at this time that a person suddenly came to the rear. It was responsible for the existence of the break. He came to the front and said: ”Young master, someone behind has followed.”
”Someone?”
The expression of Fang Wudao changed slightly and asked: ”Who is this?”
”It’s two less.”
”That kind of thing, he is tracking us!”
Among the long and narrow scorpions of Fang Wuling, there was a touch of coldness. She had already had a heart-warming effect on Fang Wulian.
”They are coming in this direction, and the road is purple.” The source continued.
”It must be tracking us through some secret method. Now we will kill them!” Fang Wuling said.
Fang Wudao shook his head and said: ”He is not very likely to follow us, and I have deliberately taken care of it before, and they are completely impossible to leave a tracking mark on us.”
Fang Wudao itself is a strong person. Under deliberate caution, no one can leave a mark on him silently.
He glanced at the beaming seeds and said, ”It may be just a coincidence. Let's avoid it first.”
With this beam of light, Fang Wudao changed direction and no longer pursued the guidance of the seeds.
As a result, he missed the pimple and the two sides did not meet directly.
After the purple scorpion left, Fang Wudao walked out of the forest and looked at the front of a mess. He said in a deep voice: ”It seems that it is not following us.”
The route they are marching on is not exactly the same, or else the sable can see the traces of the battle and know their existence.
Can look at the road ahead, Zi Yan walked a completely strange road, just by brute force.
Fang Wuling’s line of sight fell in front of him and said: “Even if the vision is different, the purpose seems to be the same. That direction is the direction in which the spirit exists.”
In the eyes of Fang Wudao, there was a touch of Li Mang. ”Although I don't know how he knows the spirit, but since he dares to play the idea of the spirit, then don't blame me for being polite. Go, let's get up!”
This time, Fangwudao walked behind the purple scorpion and stepped forward on the battlefield. Although there would be no gains along the way, he could not meet the Thunder Bamboo Monster.
In their eyes, Zi Yan served as a cannon fodder and opened a safe passage for them.
This is not clear as the purple of the party. He does not even know that there is a big chance waiting for himself. He is trying to kill the enemy and hopes to get more Thunder Bamboo Festival. This kind of thing is for the San Lei people. Really good things.
Just the enemies on the road, the number is increasing, not afraid of the consumption of purple, but also because of the frequent use of powerful attacks, feeling the consumption of power.
A loud and screaming sound from the front, a larger Thunder bamboo monster appeared, this should be the bamboo monster king.
There was a touch of color in the eyes of Zi Yan, and immediately rushed forward, passing along the way, those little bamboo monsters who met him, were shocked.
Zi Yan came to the front of the Thunder Bamboo King, the long stick in his hand fell, and there were countless purple lights between the heavens and the earth, like the sound of thunder roaring, and then resounded.
Boom!