Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Half of the tattered flag was pulled off the fish's spine, with flesh and blood hanging on the flagpole.

Liao Yuan was so excited that he held the half-flag of the Lingbao prayer flag tightly with both hands.

Roar.

Grunting and grunting, without the torture of the prayer flag, Lilong breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even care about the false flags on his eye sockets. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed Liao Yuan in a few gulps.

Liao Yuan only exerted 70% of his strength when facing the thick-skinned Lilong.

It's like a long-range archer encountering a heavy-armored warrior carrying a shield. If they don't quickly distance themselves, the archer will definitely be the one who suffers in the end.

Lilong glanced at the prayer flag on the ground and fiddled with it with his big claws. He knew that it was a magical treasure and they could use it. It had been sealed before and could not use its power.

A look of joy flashed in his dark green eyes, and he gently picked it up with his big mouth.

whoosh...

The prayer flag flew away and disappeared into the clouds.

Roaring, Lilong was so angry that he went berserk and ran around wildly, biting anyone he saw. No matter if they were warriors with skills or ordinary villagers who came into the mountains to pick fruits, they were all bitten to death and their bodies were thrown high into the air.

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Zhang Song was terrified and his face turned pale.

"This Lilong seems to hold a grudge."

"Of course not. Anyone who has been suppressed for decades wouldn't be angry. It's just that Liao Yuan from your village is unlucky. He carries a false flag, so he will naturally be attacked."

Mu Jin also knew why she was being chased, and that the other person had the authentic method of collecting the magic and how to use it to sense the location of the real flag.

The golden bugs on his body also reacted to the fact that someone of their kind was spying on him. It was probably Liao Yuan.

It's really insidious, using a double detection method and not leaving out any clues.

Zhang Song was talking to himself, and Mu Jin was also talking to herself in response.

He was startled in his heart. It was a close call. The fish scales in his storage bag had just shown a slight reaction when he moved them into the Immortal Palace.

Wow, he almost followed in Elder Liao’s footsteps. This little scale actually knew to say hello to the main body.

His judgment was more accurate than Ling Moth's. Lei Zhu had sensed the danger in advance and reminded himself not to run around in danger.

The spirit moth has the nerve to say that it feels like a good thing. The glass dragon is good, and its whole body is full of treasures, but is that something we can think about?

He was a little worried. Now that Liao Yuan was dead, would Liao Gui, who was spying on him, stop spying on him or continue?

Ok?

He felt something shooting towards him at a very fast speed, like a black shadow, aiming at his forehead.

Who?

The Immortal Palace is open. I have to use the last resort and self-destruct the Immortal Palace to kill it.

Then he looked strange, his eyes were a little vague, and he blinked his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Jin asked softly, blowing lightly into his ear.

She just felt a little heartbeat, and the flagpole in her arms was shaking violently, as if it was about to fly away. If it had not been refined by her blood, she would not be able to control it at all.

Did the prayer flag gain freedom and take the initiative to search for the remaining half of the flagpole?

But suddenly that feeling was gone, very suddenly.

How can I describe that feeling? It's like I suddenly agreed to the other person and lay down on the bed, but when I turned around, the person was gone, and my most sincere feelings were played with.

How can this be? If you have any requests, we can discuss it properly.

Is it because there are people around that the prayer flag dare not come out?

She looked at Zhang Song with a gloomy gaze.

Zhang Song asked curiously, "Why did that fish monster leave?"

Mu Jin looked quickly and saw that four old ancestors came out of the village in a short while.

In addition to Yu Youzi, there are two others who guard the ancestral temple, and one is the owner of the Golden Scorpion Cave.

Behind them were hundreds of village warriors, holding powerful crossbows and sharp swords.

Even the village chief, Mo Tie, stood silently among the village warriors, holding a black dragon-muscle longbow in his hand high, staring at the angry Lilong.

Lilong roared a few times to show his power, opened his mouth wide, and sprayed out mouthful of white mist.

"shoot!"

Mo Tie immediately ordered to shoot.

When it comes to hunting, Shiniuzhai is definitely experienced, with rows of longbows shooting first, or poisonous fire, or even flying stones mixed in.

In the back row are sharp crossbows. All the crossbow arrows are made of the finest iron, and are impregnated with various poisonous and numb substances by the insect cultivators.

The last one is flying spear, which requires orderly cooperation and three people in a group.

After one round, even if Lilong has thick skin and flesh and is not injured, he will still consume some physical strength, not to mention that the four great golden elixir masters are standing here.

Lilong, who has dealt with humans countless times, wouldn't believe it himself if he said he didn't have something hard in his hand.

Shiniuzhai made it angry, but there was also something that made it feel scared. It had just gained its freedom and had not yet recovered, so it would not stay here.

It vented its anger for a while, completely smashing the hills and mountains into pieces, then made a few leaps towards the depths of Mangshan.

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Zhang Song hurried to the hilly mountain. He could look at the prayer flag later, but after such a long time, he didn't see the figure of his master Qiu Biao at all. Could it be that he didn't escape and was trapped in the mountain?

"Brother Song, wait for me."

Everyone in the village, regardless of gender, strength or weakness, ran towards the hills and mountains.

“Dad!”

"It's over, it's over, it's all over."

"I deserve to die. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have let Yue'er go to dig vegetables."

Some people were crying, some had red eyes, and some rushed towards the hills and mountains regardless of anything.

Naturally, they are not as fast as the monks.

Zhang Song moved some huge rocks and rotten wood, and when he felt someone was buried under the ground, he immediately rescued him.

Even though these people were strangers to him, they felt upset and angry when they saw these scenes.

I'm afraid the death toll this time is more than three hundred, most of them were hit by the landslide and were swept into the mud.

Zhang Song found a patrol team member who was buried deep in the ground. This man's Qi and blood were at level seven, and other than being suffocated for a long time, there were no other problems.

"Where is Master Qiu Biao? Have you seen Qiu Biao?"

The man was grabbed by Zhang Song's shoulders with both hands. His face turned red with pain and he said quickly, "No, no, the ground was shaking and Qiutou told us to leave quickly. We just came out and the boulder rolled down."

"Which direction? Tell me which direction you came out from."

"Linggu Cave, Linggu Cave." The man turned around with horror in his eyes. There was no cave entrance at all. Even the tall mountain was broken in half. Mud mixed with rocks were piled together. Huge trees fell in front of the mountain. There were ferocious beasts roaring and trying to escape.

"That direction." The man slumped on the ground, pointing at several cave entrances blocked by huge rocks.

"Don't worry, as long as the person is alive, it won't be hard to find him."

Later, Zhang Song realized that his thoughts were still stuck in the rescue state of the original world.

The cave master of Baidu Mountain who was at home came down with his disciples.

Those insect cultivators released their poisonous insects to detect the breath of living people and look for a passable path.

The weakest of the ordinary villagers had a strength of 100 kilograms. With the combined efforts of several people, the rocks blocking the ground were overturned.

"There is a road here." A disciple who controlled the black birds stood on the top of the hill and shouted. More than a dozen black birds flew in and flew out again.