Reverend Insanity

Werewolf swarms, such as giant wave sweeps, bloody mountains and rivers.

Fangyuan looked indifferent and sat on the back of King Sky and Blue Wolf, ignoring the ruthless killing under his feet.

In my mind, Mo Yao will slightly frown.

She is a generation of fairies cultivated by Linguinjai. She is a righteous figure. The other party's source easily opens the killing, and naturally there is no sense of joy.

“This teenager, who can disguise his identity, sneak into Wang Tingfudi under the eyes of the Kitahara magician, is a brave shady man. It is organic and extraordinary to break my legacy and refine it into a magic trick. More capable of stretching, knowing that nothing can be done, immediately compromise, the capital is deep! What kind of heel is that? ”

This will of Mo Yao can't help but speculate.

She had just come out of the nearby water platform and put it in the square source's mind, although she had analyzed many of the square source's thoughts and learned a lot of secrets at one time.

But she was responsive and took immediate steps so that she didn't make much progress.

Therefore, Mo Yao will know the secret of Fang Yuan, in fact, there are not many.

This also includes the secrets that the source actively exposed to her.

Fangyuan owns the spring and autumn cicadas, she doesn't know yet. The source is the greatest secret of the traveler, much less her.

This is a world of trickery.

Mo Yao has already fallen, all he has left is a will. Failure to prompt the worm, Mo Yao will also deceive the source intellect is not deep.

“When I first arrived, I didn't know each other's heels. This teenager is absolutely determined and very opinionated. Still, the soldier did not move, leading him to the nearby water tower to return the doorman. As soon as we get to Lin Qianqian, it's not too late to persuade him to be good..."

Mo Yao will inherited some wisdom of the body, see persuasion is ineffective, immediately shut up.

There was no resistance on the ground, the eyes of the source were unseen, slowly retracted their gaze overlooking, sat on the back of the wolf, and began to close their eyes to nourish themselves.

He did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Today the wolves swept in, slaughtered all the way, for their own reasons.

One is to seduce the underground herd of beasts. The beast is an animal, attracted by the intense bloody smell, provokes ferocity and proactively emerges from the ground.

Secondly, massacres can bring a great deal of soul. Since the beginning of the King's Court fight, Fangyuan has been collecting it with a funeral toad. He has the Mountain of Spirits. As long as the Mountain of Spirits does not die completely for a day, these spirits will do him much good.

Thirdly, it is aimed at the will of Maoyao in the mind and can also be used as a test.

As for the vicious response of the wanton slaughter of the magician, Fang Yuanyi was not afraid.

Not to mention that he had issued a bulletin before, but advertised it, there was already a mat. How can people resent hatred, even if it boils down?

He is the most popular peak, the famous Wolf King Changshan Yin! It wasn't that little man in thin ice a few years ago.

In Wang Tingfu, where the magician could not enter, he growled and all the magicians trembled. Stomp your feet and tremble up and down the temple. Just one thought, the wolves whistle, instantly it's blood stained for thousands of miles.

There is a famous saying on Earth - that there is a regime in the barrel of a gun.

Fist is power, power is truth!

But on Earth, it's the masses. Beyond violence and fists, great righteousness must be concealed and reconciled with the hearts and minds of the people.

And here, the power of the individual can take precedence over the collective. The hearts and minds of the people are weakened. Anything else, just take Fangyuan now - I don't care about your bullshit folklore, who will destroy who! Look who's upset. Just kill as many people as you can.

Blessed are the breezes who trample upon the hearts and minds of the people and are free and free!

But Fangyuan Yazhi Avenue, there is really no interest in the random slaughter of ants. Today's massacre is but a small step towards his noble goal.

With this goal in mind, the source slowly opened its eyes.

Ho!

A beast roars and sounds the clouds.

The land in the distance raised a hill, followed by a burst of earth and rocks, from which a five-legged king of beasts emerged.

Fangyuan's eyes sparkled with cold light. "That's you. ”

When he commanded the wolf pack to attack, for a while, his thoughts were flying, like bubbling rain, all over his head.

Overlooking the sky, the Wolf is immensely spectacular, like the tide.

Near the king of beasts, the wolves suddenly split several shares, one like an ant climbing. At the same time, the Tianqing Wolf flock whistled down, circling around the king of beasts, such as the bird flock around the tree.

The King of the Beasts jumped, jumped into the wolves, swept left and right, the wolf's blood flew, and the wolves were all over the place. Step on your feet and leave a bloody pit.

The square side contains a smile and sits on the roller.

Under his command, the wolves moved in and out of evidence, quickly dividing, and a wave of waves rushed up, forming a battleground of ant phage.

The King of Beasts roared continuously, clashing left and right, causing a large number of deaths and injuries to the wolves, indeed brave.

In his mind, Mo Yao shouted softly, and the slavery of the other source was slightly surprised.

“Tsk, I didn't expect this kid to be rich in talent, young, but he manages like a wolf breathing, commands like a finger, strong with weak warfare, consuming tactics deep in slavery. This is a master-class creation...”

But it was just a slight surprise.

Mu Yao saw a wide range of knowledge, not the usual magic fairy, but a certain generation of fairies of Lin Yuanzhai. His eyes were high, and he remembered young masters like Fang Yuan, not a few.

The battle lasted for a moment. The King of Beasts roared continuously. He was depleted and weakened by the wolves, and his vicious powers ceased.

A large number of magicians, coming out of the ground one by one, joined the regiment.

Fang Yuan smiled slightly, had long anticipated, and directed.

The war was doomed from the beginning. How could a massive herd of beasts be his opponent?

Big battlefield, radiating for thousands of miles, but cleverly cut into dozens of pieces by the source, surrounded by weak wolves, then formed sharp arrows with healthy beast wolves, conflict.

First, a battle group was destroyed by the wolves, annexed, then the second and third blocks, local advantages accumulated, and the balance of victory became more and more tilted in direction. Ultimately, the wolf swarm was annexed faster and faster until the King of the Beasts was hanged on the spot.

“This little fellow is indeed a good slave, and although he commands a fine merger, he is sharply softened, but there is still a big gap from the master level.” Mo Yao Xin Dao.

The trickster cultivates three aspects of refinement, either side, is huge and refined.

The use of the same trickworm is obvious, but some tricksters use it very well, even to the level of art. People call people like that -- masters!

Masters cannot be cultivated by the piling of resources alone. It takes talent as well as talent.

But above the master, there is also the master.

Compared to the master, it's like grass versus tree. Beyond talent, talent and resources, organic origins and enlightenment are needed.

But whoever reaches the master, touches any genre, Xiaoyinyang Qankun, knows the wonders of the universe, is extraordinary, is the fairy of the fairy, the wise of the wise.

Mu Yao is the master of the refinery, and although it has fallen, his eyes are still there.

Numerous masters she had met in her lifetime felt that Fangyuan was making a difference, mainly because of his young age.

Soon, the King of Beasts fell and died from wounds.

Fresh red blood, flowing, quickly formed a river pond-like blood pit beside it.

Fang Yuan flew down, personally sucked through the peel, and after handling it, he followed the blood pit, the group of wolves to serve, and immediately refined the magic.

Mo Yao's revamped Diqi necropolis requires the newest flesh and blood, and takes the Diqi Wanxi king for the best, after the Thousand Beasts, the Hundred Beasts king again.

Therefore, Fangyuan raised his hand and slaughtered the King of Beasts.

The cultivation lasted for three days and three nights and was completed.

When Fangyuan reached his goal, he demobilized most of the wolves to feed the wild. Bring only the Beast Elite, the horse never stops, back to the Holy Palace.

The battlefield fell into silence and suddenly a blood man came out of a mountain of bloody wolves.

The blood man walked, the east was crooked, and after a few steps, he finally failed and fell to the ground.

He gasped heavily and his eyes were incredible, muttering: “Am I still alive? ”

He reached out and rubbed his face, finally revealing his true face.

Not the sidekick, just Ma Hong Yun.

Turns out he was knocked unconscious by Jiang Frost and then fell to the ground, not saving his life.

The old beast king did not care about him, and he persisted in pursuit of Jiang Frost.

But then the wolves swept up and slaughtered everything, and Ma Hung's luck was devastated by the wolves.

In the case of ordinary wolves, such as tortoise-back wolves, water wolves, wind wolves, Ma Hong Yun has long been torn apart into pieces of meat and stored in the wolf belly.

Fortunately, he was eaten by a bloody wolf the size of a hill.

The wolf opened its mouth, licked its tongue, and licked all the grass from within a hundred steps. Ma Hong Yun mixed the bodies of the old Beast King and became the contents of the Bloody Wolf.

If it develops, Ma Hong Yun will sooner or later be digested by the bloody wolves and eventually turned into a pile of wolf dung.

But then there was a war with the local beasts, and the bloody wolf was besieged, and the battle died in the sand, ripping open his belly, and leaking air into it.

Ma Hong Yun awoke unconsciously and drilled out. At that time, the war was over and the animals were everywhere on the battlefield. Occasionally, there is an undying beast howling and gasping, all the more silent.

Ma Hong's breath was enough, his strength gradually recovered, and his nostrils filled with rich, bloody odododours.

He didn't know well: "I have to get out of here quickly. Soon, many beasts will be drawn to blood. ”

Ma Hong Yun grew up in the North Plains, and this common sense of survival has long gone deep into the bone marrow.

He stood up hastily, looking in the direction of the Sacred Palace, and left immediately.

But just a few steps, he paused.

His gaze, attracted by a trick.

This is a wild trick on the corpse of the beast of Dixie.

The beast died, and the wild trick either destroyed or flew away, but the wild trick happened to be caught in a broken bone and could not fly away.

“This should be a twist… what a trick.” Ma Hong Yun, though not well remembered, does not prevent him from knowing the value of the worm.

“Good trickery, good trickery, I got it, even if I can't use it, I can sell a lot of stones. ”

Ma Hong Yun rushed over and grabbed it easily.