The skin on the old Brazilian turtle's face began to crack in response. The broken skin like maps drifted down like withered leaves, and after falling to the ground, it collapsed into a pool of fine powder.

A golden starlin, half an adult, jumped out of the body of the Brazilian turtle on the ground, and made a "giggle" giggle toward Lao Li: "Your future is only destruction!"

"Brazilian Turtle! You despicable beast!" Louise jumped out from behind Lao Li with a fishing rod in his taillight, and his eyes roared at Tsar Starlin with red eyes: "What have you done to our chiefs of all generations?"

"Oh, Louis taillight, I recognize you." The Brazilian Turtle heard the roar of the crocodile man and said tepidly: "Are you asking me about the whereabouts of those low-powered chiefs? Let me think about it... Well, they all seem to have become containers responsible for accommodating my children..."

"Where is Cartile?" Louise's taillight kept gasping for breath, and the palm of his hand holding the fishing rod made a "crunching" sound: "How are my brother?"

"Kati Le? I can understand that you are asking my youngest son, are you asking me? "The voice of the Brazilian Turtle was filled with gloating smell: "Kati Le, this guy, actually questioned my guidance because of the incompetent son of prophecy. Why are you orcs so passionate about war? Think carefully, how could I bear to let you leave? If you leave, how can we still cultivate offspring? Do we have to rely on those wild beasts or monsters with extremely smelly smell of blood? Besides, it is also his honor to be able to cultivate direct offspring for me."

"You fart!" Old Li's muscles were completely bulging out, and he once again turned into a human-shaped gorilla in front of everyone. While picking up the Louis taillight that was about to run away, he threw it into the middle of the crocodile team, pinching the Dragon Huo Liuyun and pointing at the Brazilian Turtle, cursing: "It is an honor for you to cultivate descendants. Can you be more shameless? I used to ask myself that I was just a little thick-skinned. I didn't expect that you were so shameless that you didn't even know what the skin was. I'm willing to give you a disadvantage!"

"Son of Prophecy, you are just a little more powerful..." The Brazilian Turtle made a disdainful provocation to Lao Li across the battlefield: "Tell you a secret, those werewolfs have long become food for me and my children, but you may have guessed this. So, if I tell you that we Starlin can receive the memories of a person's life while controlling his spirit, would you be surprised?"

The head of the cult jumped when he heard this. No wonder the crocodile man knew so much information about Lao Li. The relationship between Qi Erxuan had been analyzed first and then eaten.

"Surprised!" The old hooligan spitted three feet away, and shouted at the Brazilian Turtle with a sneer, "If you can eat the shit you pulled out, I might force you to fulfill your wishes and pretend to be surprised to give you a taste of it!"

Behind the old hooligan, a group of crocodile people on the verge of rioting, were extinguished by Lao Li's words, and his originally angry emotions turned into laughter and crying in an instant, which was very painful.

The head of the cult who walked to Louis Taillight looked like a person who had come over, gently patted the crocodile man's shoulder, and his face was filled with gloating: "That Brazilian turtle is a fool, and only a fool will fight with Tolsty..."

"It's so unreasonable, the son of prophecy..." The Brazilian Turtle suppressed his anger, and pointed at Lao Li's nose from a distance: "Even that little girl McKellen didn't dare to talk to me like this!"

"My grass! Who doesn't know that my mentor is famous for having a good temper and good cultivation?" Seeing that the other party had the pleasure of continuing to quarrel with him, Lao Li's desire to fight was stronger and he also decided to satisfy his wishes, so his words became more and more vicious: "What's more, if you, the grandson, pretended to be a turtle and deceived my mentor, would you think she would keep your scourge to live until now?"

"What do you think I am?" Tsar Starlin's voice trembled.

"I said you, the grandson of the turtle, is a turtle!" Old Li was very understanding and repeated what he had said before. In order to give Tsar Starlin a deeper impression, the old gangster also kindly added: "Do you know what the turtle means? It is turtle, turtle, stewed soup, and a big tonic..."

"You are seeking death by yourself!" A fire that seemed to be solid in Tsar Starlin's eyes: "I want to tear you apart!"

"I'm a grass!" The old gangster looked at the Tsar Starlin who was in the distance and was jumping up and down with the look he saw when he looked at the fool B. He looked at the Tsar Starlin who was in the distance and kept jumping up and down. "We are now in a state of dying, okay? Are you sure that you are not the product of the combination of close relatives? Why do you give me such a low-powered feeling?"

"I..." Before Tsar Starlin could say anything, he swallowed it back into his stomach by himself. The arrow branches in the sky hang down from the sky like raindrops towards the Starlins standing at the entrance of the giant cave.

The demon archers of the elves who had never taken action were almost completely forgotten by Lao Li. When the old gangster saw the rain of arrows falling from the sky, he remembered that he had also brought 500 demon archers with the army on his mission.

Old Li, who turned around to look for the group of demon archers, was shocked by the wonders in front of him. A team of thousands of elves mages were neatly lined up in a sagittal formation around the demon archers. The little fairy Sanoyas stood at the front of the team with a solemn look on her face, responsible for commanding...

Old Li was acceptable to the mage standing out of the formation. What really shocked the old gangster was the perfect cooperation between the five hundred demon archers and a thousand elves. The five hundred demon archers frantically shot arrow feathers wrapped in their own magic power above their heads. None of these demon archers raised their heads to observe the arrow branches flying all over the sky. Looking alone, their behavior seemed to be shooting towards the sky...

There is no reason for the archers to do this. The reason why they support their random shooting is that the thousand elves who have not released magic are the thousand elves next to them who have not released magic. The reason why these elves wizards do not release any magic is because their energy is concentrated on the arrow branches on their heads that were shot by the archers, and all the wizards are wiggling at the arrow branches.

They gave the old hooligan a feeling like a group of excellent music conductors. They used their own magic to control the flying arrow feathers above their heads, and followed the power they shot out when the arrow branches showed dazzling ribbons in the air.

The flying arrow branches are combined together to form groups of arrow formations similar to fish swimming happily in the water. This beautiful scene vividly expresses the elves' demands and persistence of beauty at this moment.

The arrow branches controlled by the range and direction by the elves mages continued to pour into the hole in the distance, causing a huge riot among the many Starlins who had not yet had time to charge. Countless arrowheads exploded directly at the moment they came into contact with Starlins, and the "crackling" explosions swept across the entire battlefield.

Listening to this endless sound like firecrackers, Old Li's eyes were wet happily. The old gangster waved the dragon fire and liuyun in his hand and provoked the tsar Starlin, who was in chaos in the distance, and said: "Son of Turtle, do you dare to fight to the death with your grandfather Tolstoy?"

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Third update
Chapter completed!