Chaotic Lightning Cultivation

Seventy-fifth together desperately

Although the monk holding a fan had already put on a crying expression, and cursed and sworn to justify himself, it had no effect.After all, this matter is so unbelievable, how could a monk Jindan not break a black iron clock with one blow?Therefore, the other three monks believed that the fan monk did not do his best to save the spirit stone.

Time and time again, he was misunderstood and stingy, but he had no powerful words to explain. After all, the facts are here, and what he said is hard to convince.In the distrustful eyes of the three people, the monk who was the fan was finally angry and angry, and no longer nonsense, he directly attacked the big iron clock controlled by the chubby again and again.

In an earth-shattering explosion, the big iron clock was struck away again and again, and the appearance of the black iron was shattered and burned like a rain.Several times in a row, the entire appearance of the big iron clock was knocked down by a thick layer, and even less than a million pounds of mysterious iron was destroyed.But that's the case, and I still haven't been able to handle this thing.

You know, the fat iron accumulated by Xiaofa in these years can be calculated in millions, and the piles are like mountains. All of them are glued on the appearance of the big iron clock. When the big bronze clock stands high, the fat is glued on the outside. The iron is four to five feet thick.And now it is only a dozen feet away, which is really nothing.

And just when the monk holding the fan took out the power of feeding and desperately struck the big iron clock with the earth fire god thunder.The chubby is drinking leisurely five-element blister tea in his own space. At the same time, he also has the heart to roast the eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade.At this time, although he was no longer in danger, he had long since lost his embarrassment, but he still wore the pitiful robe that was torn into strips, and even the dust on his face did not care.He just wanted to take this picture back to the mountain, so that Shi Qingqing knew how hard he was fighting and how cruel the enemy was to him.

Compared to the chubby leisure, those four monks were almost suffering.After the fan monks bombarded the seven or eight guns one after another, without any explanation, the other three monks also saw that he must have done his best.After all, the Earth Vulcan Thunder is too valuable to solve the problem with one shot. Who wants to bomb so many shots?The guns fired by the fan monk have added up to nearly a million spirit stones, which is enough for him to buy some good high-level magic tools. It can definitely be regarded as a heavy loss.In this case, he is obviously impossible to hide any strength.

Upon seeing this, the red monk said in surprise: "Master, is the situation wrong? With so many artillery shots, not to mention a broken black iron clock, a serious magic weapon, I am afraid that you must be destroyed Isn't it? Why is it nothing? "

"You ask me, I ask who to go?" The monk in charge of the fan said angrily: "It's all time, you should understand that I'm not lazy? Isn't it my brother, I don't contribute, it's this big fat man's mouth The iron bell is too strong! "

"What's the matter?" Exclaimed the guy riding the Golden Eagle. "It doesn't make sense?"

"Undoubtedly, this big clock must be ridiculous! It's just that we won't be able to guess in a minute and a half!" The monk riding a leopard suddenly turned his face and asked, "Master, how much terrestrial flame you have?"

"Not much. The last World War I suffered a lot of losses. I didn't have time to add it. I just almost cleaned it all up!" The monk in charge said sadly.

"Then you should save yourself. I look at this posture, and it will be the same no matter how loud it is!" The female monk in red suddenly said: "Yes, you see, the fat man has never seen anyone, will he have already been Big Brother Bombed? Is the Yuanshen flying on it? "

"It must not be that his level is so low, Yuanshen is weak and pitiful. If the flesh is killed by the earth fire god thunder, there will definitely be no Yuanshen. Moreover, if the magic weapon attached to the Yuanshen of the innate monk is so bombarded, , Will also shatter the Yuanshen. And you see that clock, the flight is extremely smooth, and the speed is very fast, almost all catch up with the low-level flying sword, this is obviously due to someone controlling, and this controlling person Yuan God is solid and mana is abundant, otherwise this will never happen! "Said the monk.

"But what about the fat man?" The monk riding a leopard asked.

"Maybe hiding under the big iron clock!" The fan monk speculated.

"Not right? If that's the case, the roar of Shenlei's explosion would be enough to stun him to death?" Said the red nun. "Why wouldn't it hurt you so much?"

"It may be that he has another treasure body protection!" Sudden fan monk suddenly said: "A person who can use the god thunder in the innate realm, and can also take out the defense of such a large iron clock magic weapon, there are several powerful guards Body treasures are not surprising! "

"This guy has so many high-level babies and will still be thunderous. Shouldn't we offend the baby grandson of a Yuanying elder from Xuantian Bieyuan?" The monk riding the Golden Eagle said in horror.

"It's definitely not. If the grandson of Yuanying monk Xuantian Bieyuan doesn't know how famous it is, we must have heard of it!" Said the nun in red clothes. Maybe go to such a place where the bird does n’t shit?

"Even if it's a big kid, we haven't retreated! He killed the master's son, and we killed him again, and he has already forged a great hatred. If he can't kill him today, he will pass the news back to Xuantian. If we look at it, then our troubles will be even bigger! "Said the monk in charge of the fan.

"But the dead fat man didn't see anyone, and we couldn't get his tortoise shell again. How could this be good?" The woman in red said anxiously.

"Everyone goes together, no one wants to hide themselves, but under the bell, I guess he's hiding there! In short, the dead fat man must be forced out!" The monk staring at his eyes glared.

"Yes! Brother!" When the other three monks heard it, they immediately looked all over, and then they once again took out the flying sword magic weapon and attacked the big iron clock together.

While talking to the fan monk, he also pulled out a flying sword, and then shouted, "Everyone, more than half an hour has passed. We chased him thousands of miles, but this place is only two thousand miles away from Xuantian Temple. Right or left, you may meet the people of Xuan Tianguan at any time, you know what the consequences are, anyway, time is not waiting for everyone, you are desperate for me! "During the speech, the monk who was holding a fan rushed to the big iron clock with a grin past.

Hearing the fan monk to say this, the other three monks also all rushed their eyes, all took out the strength of breastfeeding, and tried their best to smash the sword light, Taoism, and magic instruments all over, and they shattered it. The posture of the dead body.

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