Nan Fengyi was becoming more and more skillful in killing the takeoff ant, as if he had found some trick. At the same time, Wu Zhuo also killed all the way and said, "Senior Brother Nan Feng, there are countless flying ants. We have to find a way to get close to Qing Shisan. If we only deal with the flying ants, we might not end."

"Junior Brother Wuzhu is right. Through my observation just now, I found that among these flying ants, the only tentacles that can be controlled by the highly poisonous ants plate are red." Nan Fengyi told his appearance to Wuzhu.

"So that's the case, Brother Nanfeng, you really have a meticulous observation." Wu Zhuo said very admiringly.

The ant colony attacked the two of them frantically, not timid at all because of the death of their companions, but became even more violent and dense.

Wuzhu saw Qing Shisan's figure from the dense ant colony. A flash of light flashed in his eyes and turned into a flash of light to shuttle between the dense ant colony.

Qing Shisan also noticed the strange flash in the ant colony. He adjusted the poisonous ant plate in his hand to a difficulty that he could not control. He saw black ant aura floating out of the poisonous ant plate and drilling into the shells of flying ants. The flying ant actually spasmed, shaking its wings wildly, and making a huge sound when the mouthparts collided with each other.

Wuzhu did not stop because of the strange behavior of the flying ants. It was about to pass through the heavy siege of the flying ants. The flying ants seemed to have returned to normal again. There were liquids scattered with dark light flowing on the ant shells, and there was an increasingly clear momentum.

It is better to say that it is returning to normal, and it becomes stronger. Each one has an independent consciousness and no longer acts in a unified manner, but fights on their own.

This made the trick that Nan Fengyi had just found no effect, and the more fierce these flying ants became, it became more difficult to resist them.

Five Tumors were surrounded by several flying ants. Qing Shisan smiled charmingly behind the flying ants and said, "I'm afraid you don't know how powerful this poisonous ant plate is. Today, I'll let you see it and die in peace."

The black sand flying stone swept over in a gust of wind. At some point, several black shadows were hovering in the air, as if holding a sickle in both hands. The body condensed by the black air was pulled very long, and only a pair of crimson eyes could be seen from head to toe.

Wu Zhuo had never seen such a strange thing before, and couldn't help but feel at a loss. Qing Shisan waved his purple sleeves, and the environment with a very poor vision now became so weak that he could not see his five fingers. Suddenly, a few low pain whispers came from the direction where Nan Fengyi was. Wu Zhuo was shocked and shouted in the direction where Nan Fengyi was: "Senior Brother Nanfeng, Senior Brother Nanfeng!"

"I'm fine, my vision is blurred for a moment, and I was slightly injured, so it's not in the way." Nan Fengyi's voice came from there.

Fighting in this environment with extremely poor vision, Wutuo was also injured by flying ants raiding from all directions. Although they can be dealt with in most cases, there are too many flying ants, and it is inevitable that one or two people will take the opportunity to hurt themselves when they are busy with parrying.

If you continue like this, the ending will be dead. In today's environment, the effect of eyes is extremely small, and it can even be said to be useless. When you think of the sudden enlightenment of the Five Turbidities, why don't you use the secret technique of Sanzhong Lan? This move that he has been obsessed with and practiced hard since he was a child, was almost left behind by him.

"Lan Ling gathers together, and the spirits gather."

Wu Zhuo closed his eyes tightly, and through his perception of spiritual power, he carefully explored everything around him, looking for the breath emitted by Qing Shisan. The dense flying ants around him formed one flash point after another full of energy in Wu Zhuo's mind, more or less interfering with Wu Zhuo's judgment. The green light sword shuttled around him, blocking the attacks of batches of flying ants.

"Finally found it!" Wu Zhuo said in surprise, then he flashed through several flying ants' attacks in succession and flew towards Qing Shisan.

Just when he was very close to Qing Shisan, several dazzling lights suddenly flashed in his mind, which had nothing in front of him. Wu Zhu was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out to be the black shadows holding sickles in his hands that he had seen before. At this moment, he was floating between Wu Zhu Zhu and Qing Shisan, blocking Wu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu.

"I can't tell, you really have a few tricks. Let's leave these sickle demons for you to have fun." Qing Shisan gently moved his fingers to his side, and the sickle demons rushed towards Wuzhu like violent evil ghosts from hell, and Qing Shisan waved his purple sleeve and turned into a sword light and disappeared.

Wu Zhuo had never fought with ghosts. Seeing that several sickle demons had arrived, Qing Shisan didn't know where to go. When Wu Zhuo was hesitant because of the battle or pursuit, the cold sword energy of the Hanchuan Ice Sword had already cut through the black sand flying stone and collided with the sickle demons.

Wuzhu Ben's expression suddenly shook, and when he woke up, he found that Nan Fengyi was already beside him. At this moment, Nan Fengyi was scratched by flying ants, and a trace of blood was oozing out.

"Senior Brother Nanfeng, are you okay?" Wu Zhuo looked at Nan Fengyi's injuries and asked with some concern.

Nan Fengyi looked at Wutuo with a strange look, and asked with a little surprise in his words: "Are the injuries on my junior brother's body fake?"

Wu Zhuo then realized that he was also covered in bruises and changed the topic awkwardly: "Senior Brother Nanfeng, have you ever fought with the sickle demon?"

"Scythe Demon?" Nan Fengyi shook his head and said, "I have never heard of it, where is Qing Shisan?"

Wu Zhuo glanced at the place where Qing Shisan was just now and said, "Run away."

The sickle in the sickle demon's hand reflected a cold silver light, and the pairs of deep red eyes stared straight at Wuzhu and Nan Fengyi. Suddenly, several sickle demons turned the sickle in their hand to form a powerful suction force. The black sand flying stone that had just weakened just now flew all over the sky under the powerful suction force.

Wuzhu and Nanfengyi were also pulled towards the sickle demon bit by bit because of their powerful suction.

"Senior Brother Nanfeng, why can't I move anymore?" Wuzhu tried desperately to break free, but no matter how hard he broke free, he could not get rid of the status quo.

Nan Fengyi was the same. Seeing that the rotating sickle was getting closer and closer, his body was so oppressed that he could not move. He could only wait for the coming of death. I am afraid there was nothing to describe except despair.

"Junior Brother Wuzhu, what can you do?" Nan Fengyi asked in his first time in his life.

Wu Zhuo's face was pale at this moment. His breathing, which had been pressed by the powerful suction, seemed a little rapid, and he spoke with energy: "Even the true qi cannot wander in his body, what else can he do?"

Wuzhu and Nan Fengyi slowly closed their eyes, and they were unable to resist and accepted the upcoming reality.
Chapter completed!