"Shit!" A sharp hissing sound broke through the silence, and the ant colony surged up like a tide.

Fu Yunchu remained silent, his face was a little solemn. He pinched the magic trick with his hands. With a "whoosh", an ice arrow shot out. A bloody sand ant was shot on the forehead a hundred steps away. The terrible arrow took it to the ground and jumped a few steps away from the ground, frozen into a ball of ice, and fell to the ground.

This ice arrow was fast and accurate. Before the blood sand ant could cry, it died on the ground. I don’t know if it was shot to death or was frozen to death by the cold air? The blood sand ants near the dead ant corpse surrounded and bit the dead ant.

The few people looked at each other, but they did not expect that the blood sand ant would kill the same kind. They watched the dead ant get bitten through the stomach, and the pink field flowed out, and was dragged away by a one-eyed blood sand ant.

Ge Zhanxuan's face was cold, and he waved his long sleeves. Several wind blades flew out. Immediately, two blood sand ants fell to the ground and died. Fu Yunchu immediately exclaimed: "Ge Dao's friendly and sharp wind blade technique."

Ge Zhanxuan looked at him and said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, that third-level blood sand ant is an ant king. As long as you kill it, the ant colony will disperse."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with!" Fu Yunchu's face was solemn. He fired ice arrows in succession, turning several bloody sand ants into ice sculptures, but they were immediately bitten into skeletons by the ant colony. A gust of wind blew towards him, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Ge Zhanxuan turned his head and looked at it, his cold eyes fell on Ma Jinyuan and Mo Wentian, and his sinister voice said, "You two, go ahead and push them."

Ma Jinyuan's face changed drastically. He did not want to step forward, but he did not dare to disobey his intentions. He was panicked and had no idea.

Mo Wentian laughed loudly, fearless. He walked in front, pinched the magic tricks and cast the spell. Seven or eight vines grew in the blood-colored desert, like iron chains, tightly wrapped five or six blood sand ants. The crackling sound made it strangled into a ball of blood and flesh. Such an extremely pure vine snail technique immediately made both Ge Zhanxuan and Fu Yunchu look at each other.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, why don't you come forward yet!" Ge Zhanxuan angrily scolded, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Ma Jinyuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and stepped forward. He performed a quicksand technique. Immediately, two or three blood sand ants were trapped in the quicksand, but soon after, they emerged from other places.

Although Guan Yutu had no feet, he was strong and did not panic because of this. He was sitting behind and focused on his guard. Seeing Ma Jinyuan casting this spell, he couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Fellow Daoist Ma, the blood sand ant lives in the desert. How can you deal with it with the quicksand technique?"

Ma Jinyuan immediately reacted and quickly used fireball techniques to attack, but his cultivation level was not high, so the damage of the spell was naturally limited. After a few fireballs were gone, two or three blood sand ants were killed.

"It's so stupid as a pig!" Ge Zhanxuan angrily shouted, casting spells continuously, and the wind blades flew out like flying knives, taking away the lives of more than ten blood sand ants. Obviously, he planned to kill a few before the blood sand ants surrounded him.

Fu Yunchu obviously thought to himself, and kept silent, but kept casting spells, and the ice arrows were bloody, and the speed of killing blood sand ants was not much lower.

At this moment, the Blood Sand Ant King roared to the sky, and the ant colony immediately became manic, rushing up like a tide, and his green eyes flashed, like a seductive little ghost.

Ge Zhanxuan didn't care about hiding his own affairs at this time, so he took out a third-level talisman from the storage bag and slapped it on the ground. In an instant, several huge rocks fell from the sky, smashing dozens of blood sand ants into a blur of blood, but immediately a group of blood sand ants filled the gap and surrounded him.

Ge Zhanxuan frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, if this continues, our spiritual energy will be exhausted sooner or later. We must find a way to kill the Ant King, otherwise we will both die here."

In Ge Zhanxuan's eyes, except for Fu Yunchu, the other three were insignificant characters, so they naturally didn't care about their words.

Fu Yunchu remained silent and thought for a long time, and suddenly said, "I have a way to kill the Ant King, but I have to pay some price."

Ge Zhanxuan said happily: "What price? If you can kill the Ant King and unlock the siege in front of you, what price can you not pay?"

"Yes, what Fellow Daoist Ge said is that although it is not cheap, as long as you can get out of trouble, it is nothing?" Fu Yunchu retreated repeatedly while casting magic, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Ge, please protect the Dharma for me!"

He retreated to Guan Yutu and suddenly said, "Junior Brother Guan, I am at risk of falling. I hope Junior Brother Guan can save my life."

"What did the senior brother say? In the sect, Yutu was grateful for the care of his senior brother, and he was deeply regretful and could not repay him. If the junior brother could do it, he would be willing to refuse!" Guan Yutu was stunned and continued, "But Yutu was unable to move at the moment, and his cultivation was limited, so he could not protect himself. How could he save his senior brother's life?"

"My junior brother has the intention of repaying kindness, so I can feel at ease. I will use your life to save my life. What do you think?" Fu Yunchu laughed loudly, locking Guan Yutu's shoulders like lightning, as if opening a gap in his body. In an instant, Guan Yutu's dantian spiritual energy surged out like uncontrollably.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Guan Yutu was shocked and struggled hard, but the more he tried, the faster the spiritual energy was released, and his whole body seemed to be drained out of strength, and he was less and less and less able to resist.

Fu Yunchu laughed wildly and said, "You are just the eighth level of Qi Refining. If you don't have my care, how can you become an inner disciple of the Tianxin Sect? I'm so deliberately making friends with you better than you, do you know why?"

Guan Yutu shook his head in a daze, and his dantian gradually became empty and his soul was scattered, and his heart seemed to fall into an ice cellar.

"The advanced magic magic that I practice can only swallow the spiritual energy of the same attributes. And just like me, you are also practicing ice-attributed martial arts." Fu Yunchu continued in a cold and frosty voice: "You have no feet at the moment and have no use value. Before you die, it is better to swallow the spiritual energy to relieve the danger in front of me."

"So that's it, senior brother is really easy to plan!" Guan Yutu felt that his vitality gradually disappeared from his body as the true energy leaked out. He had given up resisting, his face became paler and his eyes gradually dissipated, and he was no different from the dead. After a while, he looked like he had withered, his head tilted, and he died.

Mo Wentian felt awe-inspiring. Compared to Ge Zhanxuan, Fu Yunchu was kind-hearted, but he was even harder to deal with. At this time, he hid his strength and continuously used the magic sling technique, pretending to be a spiritual energy, holding a low-grade spirit stone in his left hand to restore his spiritual energy, and casting spells with his right hand to support him.

As for Ma Jinyuan, he was obviously at his limit. His legs were covered in blood and he was bitten by several bloody sand ants. He was shocked and hid and retreated, and kept fighting around Mo Wentian.

After devouring Guan Yutu's spiritual energy, Fu Yunchu took off his storage bag and stuffed it into his arms, laughing loudly, as if his strength had increased significantly. With every move, hundreds of ice arrows shot out, nailing countless sand blood ants to the ground. He took out a third-level air-control talisman from the storage, infused the spiritual energy, and then stuck it on his body. He instantly floated in the air, and rushed towards the blood sand ant king under the push of wind and sand.

Ge Zhanxuan killed the blood sand ants that were besieging him, laughing loudly: "Fellow Daoist Fu, there is only one quarter of an hour. If the blood sand ant king cannot be solved, you and I are afraid that they will die here."

"No need to remind fellow Taoist Ge, I will know naturally." Fu Yunchu's voice came from mid-air. The advanced magic spells, spiritual swallowing, can devour spiritual energy of the same attributes and transform it into its own use, but it only takes a quarter of an hour. Once time passes, all the spiritual energy swallowed is leaked out, and the cultivation level returns to normal levels. However, every time a spell casting occurs, it causes considerable damage to the meridians.

Although the spirit-swalking technique is a spell that harms people's disadvantages, it can save a life at a critical moment. Fu Yunchu had no choice but to do so. After all, Guan Yutu has no feet and is already a useless person. If he is not careful, he will die under the sharp teeth of the ants. Wouldn't the thoughts he has devoted over the past few years turn into flowing water? It would be better to swallow his spiritual energy, and maybe he can resolve the predicament in front of him.

PS: Thank you Brother Ling for giving me another reward, thank you for thinking of you when the wind blows.
Chapter completed!