The monsters surrounding Zhangjiao did not discover that the area they were based on was actually completely different from the abandoned cities around.

Suddenly the land turned into an ocean, and the waves that emerged out of thin air swept them away from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a colorful light flashed in the water, brushing on Qin Junren's body, and it was certain to hold it.

Then a huge human head with a fleshy bun on its top, its earlobes were plump, and it drooped to the point parallel to its chin, and emerged from the void.

A compassionate smile appeared on his face and glanced at all living beings. He slowly opened his mouth and ate the Qin Jun people floating in the air into their mouths, chewing them and slowly disappeared.

These strange visions are all fantasy species owned by Zhang Jiao. The various magical powers they possess in the fantasy realm are not mastered by him. They only occur naturally and end naturally based on the qi of the enemy who invades the realm.

Seeing this in the dark, he opened his mouth and murmured to himself: "The five-color light is Kong Xuan's supernatural power of the "five-color divine light", and the Buddha's head is the reward body in the "three-body magic power" of Buddhism.

Because the invaders are the family of evil gods and their qi is chaotic, is it manifested in such a strange form?

It's really abstract."

At this moment, more than 10 micro missiles flew out of the air from a distance. Before he could come to his senses, he had saturated the range of hundreds of meters into a large pit.

If Zhang Jiao had not been alert and had not removed the time-stop power on his body, and was immune to missile attacks, he would definitely not die or be seriously injured.

And this kind of thermal weapon attack cannot be the work of the evil gods' family, but it will only be done by those humans who have just escaped from the "supernatural incident".

Although Zhang Jiao's behavior of destroying the supernatural space was subjectively trying to gain benefits for himself, objectively it was equivalent to helping those people get out of trouble. Now that he was favored by others, he was naturally furious.

The fantasy species blessed by the Buddha was replaced by the Buddha. He originally wanted to use the power of the domain to try to use legendary magic powers, but he did not do it with his last reason.

He stood at the bottom of the bombed pit and gritted his teeth and shouted: "People really have to die when they want to die. They have to die in such a terrifying huge supernatural incident, but they have to die at my hands!"

He used the 9th level magical power to manifest hundreds of fantasy species at the first, second and third levels of the Gods Relics, slowly left the ground, and then floated in the air and stared at the direction of the missile flying, trying to let the dog bite.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance, "Don't be angry, you, don't be angry, everything is a misunderstanding or a misunderstanding."

Immediately afterwards, I saw a ragged dress hanging on my body like a strip of cloth. Half of my face was covered with smoke and dust, and half of my blood was flying towards me. While flying, I shook my arms desperately and continued to shout, "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

Zhang Jiao was a little familiar with the figure, but he really couldn't remember who it was, so he paused his anger and said coldly: "Who is your lord, do we know him?"

"It's me, the master," the man flew to Zhang Jiao and wiped his face hard with his sleeve. "A few days ago, we broke the supernatural incident at Downton Winery in this abandoned city. Don't you remember?"

"Ah, you are the long hair in the stinky six-person group of Master Du." Zhang Jiao's mind flashed with long hair and fairy-like middle-aged man with long hair shawls in his shoulders. He looked up and down at the 'beggar' in front of him and said in surprise: "How did you make this ghostly virtue?"

The person who came was also an elite backbone of a large force, but Zhang Jiao randomly gave it the name of "long hair" and was angry, but the situation was stronger than others and could only endure it secretly.

He bit his back teeth and said with a dry smile: "Home to Xu Lingfeng, I hurriedly left the name of the Daming who had not yet asked for advice when we met last time?"

"League," Zhang Jiao said the character name he had thought of for a long time, and pointed to a large number of fantasy behind him, "a single-player army."

This sounds like a nickname, but it also seems very appropriate to Zhang Jiao.

Xu Lingfeng couldn't help but nodded and said, "What a proper name, it really matches the Lord of the Lord."

"It's useless to flatter you now." Zhang Jiao laughed at him, then he looked stern, and changed his face faster than flipping a book, saying coldly: "I don't mention the last time we collaborated on destroying supernatural events, I put in at least 70% of my efforts, which saved your lives.

Just this time, I saw the supernatural space and felt that someone was trapped and took the risk to destroy it outside. But after that, I didn’t expect that after success, not only no one thanked me, but also got it for no reason…”

"This time our people did something wrong." Xu Lingfeng admitted his mistake without waiting for him to finish his words: "That's why I came to apologize to you and give you whatever you want."

As he said that, Xu Lingfeng took out a crystal crystal bottle the size of a thumb from his sleeve, holding it in both hands and handed it to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao is also a knowledgeable person. Although he doesn't know what this thing is, he can tell from the container that it must be an ordinary person. The frost on his face suddenly disappeared a lot.

He coughed lightly and said, "There is no need to apologize, I just need to seek justice..."

"This is a rare treasure of the sea tribe, and the coral red of thousands of years is a sign of our guilt and no respect." Xu Lingfeng interrupted softly.

I have heard of this ten thousand-year-old coral red horn. It is said that 5 grams can make an ordinary person become extraordinary.

The noble girl Jiutail Xuanchan, who was with him in the past, got on the pirate ship because of this rare treasure and almost accompanied Jiao San's body to his death.

Therefore, Zhang Jiao's heart moved and said quietly in his mouth: "I know the ten thousand-year-old coral red," and took the crystal bottle from Xu Lingfeng's hand.

After a gentle touch, I found that this thing was much heavier than mercury. The bottle less than 2 inches tall weighed at least 150 grams.

I gently pulled open the bottle plug and sniffed the strange fragrance that floated out of it. I felt that the power of qi and blood in my body couldn't help but surge, quietly increasing a little.

His face changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "I remember when I took the 3 spiritual pills given by Chong Qianjiu before, the effect of smelling the smell was the same.

It turns out that those elixirs were refined from ten thousand years of coral red, which is in line with her identity as the Princess of the Sea.

Alas, think about it, Chuan Qianjiu listened to the words of the mysterious master and invested a lot in me, but I fell into a coma for 20 years, leaving her with nothing to return.

I don't know how she is now."

A gentle smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Xu Lingfeng and changed his mind, "It's not surprising that many people have polite.
Chapter completed!