Reverend Insanity

A few days later, Langfudi.

And two shadows broke through the sky, and suddenly they descended.

“This place, very deserted, is perfect for me.” The previous person looked around and said softly.

“Brother Fang said nothing wrong.” The latter figure is a Mao Minzhu Immortal, known as Mao XII, who speaks with a cheerful attitude and looks like a giggle.

Mao XII is somewhat special compared to other Mao People's Magic Immortals.

Because he is not only a master of cultivation but also a master of cultivation, he is a cultivator of cultivation and double cultivation.

Double cultivation of magic fairies is not that easy, because almost all magic fairies have only one trick. When they raise fairies, they blow up the trick with some kind of maniac, and the major school sets the scene at that moment. Most of the additional trail marks were also majoring in the genre.

But there are also many tricks and fairies in the world, basically six or seven revolutions. Majored together, studied together.

Such magic fairies, often encountered by chance, have magic tricks suitable for dual cultivation. For example, Fangyuan used to eat power fairy tricks. You can swallow power fairy materials and add strength to your path marks. If the other genres take the magic fairies, they will be able to fix both ways.

Mao XII is no exception.

He refined the trick in his early years, because of an accident, he got a new trick from failure. Later, after the ascension of the fairy, he promoted it into a six-turn fairy trick, named Xiannu. This trick adds traces of slavery to him.

In this way, he was made quite special among all the Maoist magicians.

The last Lung Di Ling took care of him. Though there is little interrelationship between refinery and slavery, Mao XII is also encouraged to continue both. Because the hair twelve and the trail marks are extremely helpful for the future refinement of slave fairy tricks.

This idyllic spirit looked at him differently. But the emphasis is on combat power. Mao XII has a slave cultivation, which is a good foundation. Luang Di Ling handed over all the immortal slaves to him, intending to cultivate him into a slave warfare force in the Mao People's Immortal!

One morning, one day, one day, one day, but Mao XII eats more incense, is the red man in the eyes of today's dazzling spirits.

The source was not clear about these Maoists. However, after a covert deal with Shadow, he received a lot of information on the Langfu area from subsequent deals.

While this information is not very valuable, it is of great help to the other source, giving him a comprehensive understanding of the Langhua faction.

Fang Yuan and Mao XII, both fell to the ground.

The ground of the cloud-covered continent is made of cloudy soil, white, foot on top of it, some soft, and a lot different from the feeling of ordinary muddy land surface.

“Twelve brothers, please.” The source reaches out and shows.

“Ha ha, Brother Fang, you're welcome! Chestnut yak, come out!” Mao XII laughed and flipped a heel in the air, then knelt on the floor with his hands banging on the ground.

This pose was like playing a juggle and suddenly kneeling down to the opposite source.

Magic fairies talk about style. People will definitely try to avoid such shameful things. But Mao Min Ji Xian is different. These Mao Min Ji Xian were cultivated through the last Lang Di Ling, each is very simple, extremely battle power scum!

Fang Yuan came down these days, and it's no wonder.

Mao XII's opponent Yuan knelt down, his face full of excitement, suddenly stiff.

“Uh.” He looked up and looked at Fong Yuan, "Sorry, I failed. ”

“It doesn't matter.” Fang Yuan smiled gently, "Xiandao killed the trick, failure to use is inevitable. Try again. ”

“Mm-hmm!” Mao twelve consecutive nods, turning back a heel fight, snapping, both knees simultaneously touching the ground.

……

No movement.

After a few breaths, Mao 12 stretched out his tongue and licked his lips: “Oops, it failed again. I'll do it again! ”

Hey, hey!

Flip back.

Pfft.

Kneel down to the source.

……

Hold your breath for a few moments, no movement.

“I'll come again! I don't believe it.” Twelve rounds of hair.

Hey, hey!

Flip back.

Pfft.

Kneel down to the source.

……

Hold your breath for a few moments, no movement.

“Excuse me, excuse me, you wait a little longer.” Mao twelve greets the source.

Fang Yuanwen smiled: “Understandable, understandable. ”

Mao XII nodded thankfully and tried again.

Hey, hey!

Flip back.

Pfft.

Kneel down to the source.

……

Hold your breath for a few moments, no movement.

After more than a dozen attempts, Mao XII did not succeed once. Fang Yuan hasn't started yet, Mao XII has vomited several bites of blood, and the ear hole is constantly bleeding out, his face is getting whiter.

Immortal kill moves fail, the magic fairy will suffer backphage damage.

Forgive me, Fangyuan can't keep watching either. I can't help but say a reminder: “I've observed it many times, Brother XII. Your backflip seems to be useless to Xiandao's killing trick, so why don't you throw it away. ”

“Backflip?” Mao twelve scratched his head, an innocent face, “this is my carefully designed move. Don't you think it would make me feel good to flip first? ”

Fang Yuan's face almost appeared a few black lines, and he couldn't help but think: "You really have enough 'momentum' to kneel down on the enemy. ”

However, Mao XII is also a good boy who changed his mind because he knew wrong: “Since Brother Fang doesn't think right, I will change it. ”

So Mao XII never flipped back.

It was a bang, kneeling directly to the source.

After a few breaths, he stood up and breathed a breath of blood, unwillingly: “Let me try again. ”

A few times later, a blue gemstone gleamed suddenly from Mao's twelve hands.

The glow spreads rapidly, rendering the surface a blue lake.

The lake gushed out, and a cow-type monster stepped on a giant wave and rushed into front of the square source.

Wow.

The blue lake washed to shore, and the bull's feet stepped on the ground, raising his head and whistling.

Boo--!

An invisible sound wave that squeezes the air and scrapes a whirlwind in the air.

This giant bull is all blue and black, heavy and big, and has a thick mouth. A pair of horns slanted over both sides, wide apart.

The cow's chest is wide open and her abdomen is large, but she gradually becomes skinny at the back of her waist. The entire body shows a tendency to be big and small.

Beneath the side of the body and on all four legs, there is a thick layer of long hair that drapes almost to the ground. And the tail behind the ass, thick and big, is like a brown broom.

There is no doubt that this giant bull is strong and powerful, has a great appearance, is overwhelming and stands in stark contrast to the previous performance of Mao XII.

Just...

The source cares a little.

Chestnut yak... This giant bull is famous for its low combat power, although it is a wild animal. The main impression that many magic fairies have of it is that it has a unique beef flavour that can be eaten raw and tastes like a chestnut. That's where its name comes from.

Of course, among the wild beasts, the battle power of the chestnut yaks is not the weakest.

It is recognized that the weakest beast, Fangyuan, is feeding, is the dragonfish of the beast class.

“Finally.” Mao XII Daxi, one finger pointed at Fangyuan and yelled, "Chestnut Yak, come on! ”

Boo!

The chestnut yak raised its head again and screamed, but it was motionless.

Mao XII was embarrassed, holding his breath, and ordered again: "Go, go, go, you stupid cow! ”

Chestnut Yak, this is where we're going.

The distance between it and the source is already very short, taking a few steps, and rushing straight into front of the source.

Strong wind, coming up.

The size of a chestnut yak is huge, and when it rushes over, it's like four buses stacked together, and it's still powerful.

Fang Yuan smiled softly.

In the fairy trick, the first is the deformed fairy trick flying up.

Afterwards, various auxiliary maniacs of the mortal level also took off and danced around the deformed fairy tricks.

Immortal Changing Way Kill - Bear Changes!

The light blossomed.

A strong glow forced Mao XII to close his eyes.

Mao XII hastily prompted the scouting of the insect, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clear crystal and his eyes opened again.

The glow hasn't dispersed yet, but the scenery in the Mao twelve pairs is perforated with clarity.

Boom.

The chestnut yak also hit a giant beast.

This giant beast is bigger than it is.

The rampage of the chestnut yak returned ineffective.

At this point, the glow dissipates and reveals the true physical appearance of the giant beast.

This is a giant bear with a big, fat body, short, thick white hair, and snow. The four claws are sharp and the tail is small. At this time, the body curls as if it were a giant snow and white velvet ball with a slight cuteness.

This is the beast that Square turned into a flying bear.

When the chestnut yak saw the flying bear, a pair of bull's eyes glared up. The momentum instantly dropped to the bottom of the valley, screaming, and he turned his head and ran.

Mao XII saw this and yelled: “You cow like a mouse, you are at least a monster, damn it, come back here. ”

He prompted the slavery, the chestnut yak ran away for a long time, which was only when Mao XII regained control of the enslavement, and then turned around and hit the changing bears.

Chestnut yak is a herbivore and gentle. This chestnut yak was raised by the last Lung Di Spirit for the purpose of serving as a pixie for the refining of beef.

As a result of the raid, other wild beasts in Langfudi were killed. That's why Mao XII practiced with this chestnut yak first.

Fang Yuan could not move. When the yak arrived in front of him, he only started hard on his limbs.

Shout.

The flying bear was huge in size, but didn't drag it any faster, so it dodged easily.

The chestnut yak and the bear rubbed their shoulders past.

The flying bear growled and suddenly turned around and jumped.

After standing high, the bear stretched out its right claw and slapped it against the back of the chestnut yak.

Boom.

Severe vibrations, white clouds flying down.

The chestnut yak was badly wounded, and was hit by a flying bear and shot directly into the ground.

The original flat ground actually formed a large pit.

In the blink of an eye, the chestnut yak was defeated, lying motionless in the pit, his eyes revealed a frightening look, trembling all over.

ps: Weight today. There are some merciful pictures in the letter's public account. Do you see them?