Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was still going on. The man in Chinese clothes looked solemn, with admiration in his eyes, he slowly raised his head and looked up.

The last knot was finally broken by him. Holding the rope, he quietly waited for the best opportunity.

At this time, he was like a wolf that had been dormant for a long time, waiting for three full days, looking for the most correct time, and wanted to give his prey a fatal blow.

The formation wrapped around him was not strong enough, and Yao Qi could even feel the air of nature seeping through the gaps in the formation.He closed his eyes tightly, and began to quietly accumulate the strength for the last blow.

Patriarch Yulan stood with his head bowed under the sky, even with his eyes lowered, he couldn't stop his scorching gaze from hitting the fairy beast in the center of the formation.

After a while, he will be mine.

Patriarch Yulan licked the corner of his lips impatiently, suppressing his desire/desire deep in his heart.At this moment, he desperately needs an outlet for him to vent his monstrous desire.

The ceremony of the men in Chinese clothes was coming to an end, the man standing upright in the formation suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at Patriarch Yulan who was outside the formation.

Patriarch Yulan frowned, feeling uncomfortable with such disrespectful eyes.Just looking so rebelliously at this fairy beast made him want to force it to bend its knees.

Realizing that this fairy beast could have such eyes at this moment, Patriarch Yulan was relieved.The last self-esteem of the dead is really sad.The beast who can't even hang himself really needs a channel to vent his unbearable.

The man in Chinese clothes spoke some old sayings out loud, and once again opened his mind to the vast world, making a gesture of inclusiveness.One last step...

At this moment, the formation suddenly shook twice, and then, a broken sound came from the side of the altar.

The rope that bound Yao Qi dipped into his body, the golden light scattered, and the broken black iron that was like garbage fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone did not realize that there would be such a big change.

The raised hands of the man in the Chinese suit kept stretching towards the sky, and froze in place.

Yao Qi looked sideways, and immediately let the man in Chinese clothes who had no cultivation level fall to the ground.

In just a split second, the man in the Chinese suit lost consciousness and passed out on the ground.

"What are you still doing?! Surround him!" Master Mo Qing was the first to react, and immediately shouted at the monks around him.

The monk immediately moved when he heard this, and quickly formed a semi-arc encircling circle.Everyone kept a vigilant attitude and looked at the man who was still standing upright on the altar. The magic weapon in his hand was completely released, and he held, pinched, and held it tightly.

Obviously, as long as Yao Qi makes the next move, everyone will attack him and win with a numerical advantage.

Patriarch Yulan's face was dark, "I didn't expect you to save a hand." It was almost there!There was an accident at this time!

How can this fact not make the conceited Patriarch Yulan resentful!This is simply a slap in the face, and it is still a shame in front of everyone!

Yao Qi gave him a cold look, the disdain in her eyes was obvious.

Now he only hopes that he can make a quick decision, open a bloody path, and escape. Only by escaping first can he have a chance of survival.

All, he moved.With ghostly footsteps, he quickly came in front of a person, and then he stabbed the person's chest with one finger, twisted it lightly, and led the person a few miles away.

"Chase!"

The body was taken away for a while, and was soon thrown out by Yao Qi, and was hugged tightly by a monk behind him.Xing Tong hugged the man's body and fell into fear.In just a moment, that person had already taken away a person's life, and they had insulted him in every possible way before.

Xing Tong's feet were soft at all, his fingers began to tremble slightly, a kind of wordless fear pervaded and rippling in his heart.

He didn't have the courage to face him, and he didn't even dare to look up at the man's back.

If he catches up by himself, will he have the same result as the person in his arms?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Stop him!" The noise around him gradually faded away.He sat slumped on the ground, with his head down, looking at the monks of the same generation who were unwilling to die and didn't know anything before they died.

He is a devil...he is the King of Hades who came to claim his life...he is...

They couldn't beat him.

When facing Yao Qi's murderous aura, Xing Tong immediately understood this truth.

The noisy fighting sounds lingered in his ears, he bowed his head with his hands covered his ears, he tried to forget these sounds, but the missing sounds poured in again and again. In his mind, the wails of his fellow monks kept blasting around him, one after another, without stopping.

Patriarch Yulan jumped in from outside the encirclement, and quickly blocked Yao Qi's figure as he continued to move forward.He sneered. "Burning your own life force is no match for mine."

Yao Qi's resentful eyes were burning with fire, if he had this ability, he would almost eat him alive.The person in front of him, he held a grudge.

When the two met, they would fight without mercy.They all know that if they are soft at this time, they will lose their lives.

The murderous intent of both of them was real, rising from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hmph, although dead things are not as effective as living things, but since you're looking for death, don't blame me for attacking you!" A fierce flame rushed towards Yao Qi's direction, but Yao Qi was not in a hurry, and a " "Servant Spirit Step" stepped across the scorching flames, made a smooth backflip in the air, and the foot of the foot had already hit the face of Patriarch Yulan head-on.

Patriarch Yulan managed to dodge, and when he brushed past Yao Qi, he raised his left hand to grab the man's wrist.

Yao Qi's wrist was caught, and seeing that the man was about to break his wrist with all his strength, he immediately moved his body, adjusted a posture that would not be injured by this action, and with the help of the force of Patriarch Yulan, Qiao Jin escaped. That person's in control.

But also because of this action, he returned to the altar again.

Behind him are only rough stones, uneven, connected one after another, stretching towards the peak.

Yao Qi looked up, only to see the majestic majesty in the misty mist.Seeing that Yao Qi was cornered by their patriarch, all the monks immediately retreated to the altar with all their strength, trying to push Yao Qi to a corner by this method.

But before they came to the altar, Yao Qi kicked off the ground and quickly climbed onto the cliff, using the uneven stones to climb up quickly.That swift speed did not seem to be climbing a steep cliff, but rather like crawling forward on flat ground.

Almost at the highest peak, Patriarch Yulan had already discovered Yao Qi's intentions, and immediately executed the flying formula, trying to stop him in the air.

Unexpectedly, Yao Qi's movements were one step faster, he immediately left the cliff, jumped to the top of the mountain next to the cliff, and continued to climb just as he did just now. In the end, he seemed to be impatient with this slow crawling , even galloping up the steep cliff vertically.

With a vertical kick, he landed firmly on the top of Yunhe with this force.

Yao Qi suddenly pulled out an ugly smile, and then walked in front of the teleportation array. "I'm really lucky, even in the end, I can come to the place closest to you."

The teleportation array was like a dead object, and did not respond to his voice.

Patriarch Yulan behind him had already landed on the top of Yunhe, and the ones who came up immediately after him were those powerful real people Huatian.

Yao Qi sneered, and slowly pushed to the corner of the cliff.Even if he dies, he will not fall into the hands of these people. His arrogance and self-esteem will never allow it.

With a jump, he fell from the top of the tallest cloud crane.

The moment his body fell, frame after frame suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, which were the bits and pieces of his and Wang Jun's daily life.

It's just ordinary life chores, but aftertaste at this moment, I find it a lot of fun.Those ordinary touches actually made him feel infinitely warm.

His touch, his voice, and his breath, at this moment, seemed to surround his whole body, making him feel as if he had fallen into a hot spring, making him feel warm and happy.

The corners of Yao Qi's mouth curled up slightly. It turned out that this was the so-called scene before death.It was as beautiful as he had imagined.

"Master..." Wang Junsheng's familiar voice came from next to his ear, Yao Qi paused, then smiled wryly and shook his head again and again.

It's an illusion again, don't you already know it?In the past three years, haven't you been defeated by the despair after hope?

He closed his eyes, ready to melt his body into this vast world.

Patriarch Yulan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the falling fairy beast, his expression was extremely bad, he already understood what the fairy beast was thinking, and naturally felt angry that the duck in its beak ran away.

He was about to use the flying tactics to catch up and prevent him from committing suicide, when he suddenly felt the cliff tremble, and the teleportation array that seemed to be dead suddenly shot out a white light that broke through the sky as if it had suddenly regained its vitality.

That white light is no different from three years ago, but it has even more majestic power.

A black shadow disappeared from the white light, and then rushed to the bottom of the cliff in an instant.

"Master!" A deep voice came from the bottom of the cliff.

Wang Junsheng rushed through layers of clouds, hugged the falling Yao Qi tightly, and tightened his arms.

Yao Qi opened his eyes, but his face was exhausted, and the moment he saw Wang Junsheng, he seemed to be stunned, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't utter a word.

Wang Junsheng's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and then he leaned over and kissed the man's open and closed mouth. Between his lips and teeth, Yao Qi closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep." Wang Junsheng said softly.

He took off one by one, and then returned to the top of Yunhe again with this power, and he slowly approached the monk Huatian holding Yaoqi who was showing a sense of weakness in his hands.

"Who is it?!" The cultivation base of the late fusion surged out.