As the saying goes, the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind. There is gasoline to clear the way, and there are floating dragons to help. As soon as the sparks fall, a ball of flame rises, burning half of the sky.

Since the birth of this locust, it has been wreaking havoc in the world. Even if there are peerless experts, it is difficult to get rid of it completely. For tens of thousands of years, there has been no solution to this locust disaster.

Until Yang Xingzhou appeared.

For Yang Xingzhou, the best way to eliminate such large-scale snakes, insects, rats, and ants is to spray pesticides and attack with fire.

For locusts as big as the main world, let alone spraying pesticides, even if you put a pesticide bottle into the locusts' mouths, you may not be able to poison them, so the only way to attack them is with fire.

For locusts flying in the air, incendiary bombs have limited effect. On the contrary, the most primitive method is the most effective. So Yang Xingzhou directly carried gasoline from the small world, turned it into rain and mist, sprayed it on the locust's body, and then set fire to it.

combustion.

When a large amount of gasoline encounters a flame, the chain reaction is simply earth-shattering. When a swarm of locusts with a radius of more than ten miles or even dozens of miles is contaminated with gasoline and starts to burn, it will not only burn, but explode.

When the flames roared and roared, most of the locusts died on the spot, and the remaining ones had their wings burned off and fell to the ground to continue burning.

“Comfortable!”

After Yang Xingzhou burned a dozen locust swarms one after another, he felt relieved: "It would be better to burn dozens more locust swarms until the seeds are destroyed!"

The destructive power of these locusts was so serious that even Yang Xingzhou, who didn't have much affection for this main world, felt a bit indignant at this time.

As the saying goes, things hurt their own kind. These people who were hurt by locusts were just like Yang Xingzhou, they were all human beings.

Seeing the suffering of the same kind, even if it was not his own people, Yang Xingzhou could not sit idly by and do nothing, so he wanted to kill the locusts and eliminate hidden dangers.

He set fire to the insects, which was extremely efficient. In just half a day, hundreds of millions of locusts were burned, and the overwhelming cloud of locusts became sparse and no longer what it was before.

Since the emergence of locusts, I have never encountered a human being as cruel as Yang Xingzhou. After Yang Xingzhou burned a few more insect clouds, the remaining locusts dispersed and flew in all directions as if they were born with intelligence.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Yang Xingzhou sneered, and his mental power spread out, covering a radius of a hundred miles. Just with a thought, a large number of locusts were received by him into a small world.

At this time, he had just developed his supernatural powers, and his magic power had increased. He was already able to initially select and sense small worlds in the dark, so he specially selected a small world called "Resident Evil" and threw all these locusts into it.

Don't these locusts like to eat people? There are plenty of zombies in the biochemical world for them to eat. Let's see what they can eat.

It would also be very interesting if it catalyzed the emergence of a large swarm of man-eating locusts.

As Yang Xingzhou's spiritual power spread, the locusts in his sight disappeared in pieces, just like erasing things with an eraser, they were wiped off piece by piece.

The previously terrifying army of locusts had almost disappeared. The remaining insects were only in twos and threes and were completely defeated.

On an island in the East China Sea, thirty thousand miles away from Yang Xingzhou, two old men were sitting under a peach tree, playing chess against each other.

The two old men were wearing yellow robes and white clothes.

The old man in yellow robe has a red face, red eyes, and two dragon horns on his forehead. He looks majestic and is accompanied by dragon girls on his left and right.

The old man in white clothes has a slender figure, wearing a Confucian scarf on his head, with a handsome face and clear eyes. Beside him, there are two young men accompanying him, serving him tea and water, and serving him.

Just as Yang Xingzhou was burning the locusts, the old man Longjiao shook slightly, and the flag he was twisting in his hand suddenly exploded into powder.

This game can no longer go on.

The old scholar on the opposite side chuckled and said, "Brother Long, am I the winner of this round?"

He turned to look at a disciple next to him: "He Cheng, how long has this game between Brother Long and me been going on?"

He Cheng lowered his head and said: "Reporting to the teacher, I have been pregnant for three years and two months."

The old Confucian nodded and said: "Oh? Has it been so long? Sure enough, there is no Jiazi Han in the mountains and I don't know how old it is. It was just a game of chess, and it took so much time."

He stood up slowly and said with a smile: "An ancient chess watcher, Ke Lanyi, said that when mortals watch immortals playing chess, thousands of years have passed after a game of chess. It only took me three minutes to play a game with Brother Long.

Years ago, it seems that it is indeed much different from its predecessors.”

The old man Longjiao hummed: "The predecessors are also human beings, they may not be much better than us!"

When he said this, he looked inland, picked up the wine glass in front of him, looked at the wine in the glass, and poured it out.

The old scholar glanced in the direction where the drink fell, was startled, and shouted: "Brother Long, no!"

The old man Longjiao snorted: "What? This wine is bad, can't I just pour it out?"

The old Confucian sighed: "Just because of your glass of wine, I don't know how many dragons and grandsons will be tortured in the future!"

The old man Longjiao snorted coldly: "Scaremongering, nonsense!"

The old man shook his head and said: "This time I floated in the sea on a raft and made friends in the deep water. It was fate that I met Brother Long. Now that our fate has ended, it's time for us to say goodbye!"

He bowed deeply to the old man Longjiao, hitched a bullock cart with his two disciples, and walked out of the island.

When he reached the edge of the island, the old scholar turned his head and glanced at the direction of the Central Plains, shook his head and smiled: "Yang Xingzhou, this kid..."

The disciples on the left and right were all curious, and one of them asked: "Teacher, what happened in the Central Plains?"

The old Confucian smiled and said: "There are some changes, but the problem is not big. There are good things and bad things."

He got on the bullock cart and said: "Keep walking, there is still a long road ahead!"

Let's talk about Yang Xingzhou. He collected all the locusts within his sight and burned them. When he was about to wipe out all the locusts, he suddenly felt cold in his heart and felt a great feeling of despair and terror.

"not good!"

Feeling that a huge crisis was approaching, Yang Xingzhou activated the floating dragon diagram without thinking. In an instant, it turned into a line of light and shadow, soaring into the distance. With the infuriating energy all over his body, he could travel hundreds of miles in an instant.

Just as he was far away, a piece of ice suddenly appeared at his original position, forming flying knives and flying swords, forming a killing array in the air, turning the land within a hundred feet into chaos.

After a moment, something seemed to be wrong. The ice sword suddenly disappeared in the air. When it reappeared, it was directly in front of Yang Xingzhou's floating dragon picture. It turned into a large formation, opened its mouth, and waited.

Yang Xingzhou entered.

"Collect it from me!"

Seeing the terrifying aura coming from the front, flying knives and flying swords blocking the way, Yang Xingzhou wanted to turn around and avoid the sudden attack, but suddenly his thoughts changed, and his mental power exploded, and he directly absorbed the sword formation into a small world.

Under mental induction, after the Hejian Formation fell into the small world, it lost the support of its source of power and suddenly turned into a drop of cyan water, floating in the air.

Yang Xingzhou's heart moved. The water droplet jumped out of the small world and appeared in front of him. He was so drunk that the water droplet turned out to be condensed from wine.
Chapter completed!