Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 142 Guangyuan Secret Realm (Fifteen)
And when the two stood at the door, suddenly, there was another group of people in the distance, coming towards the palace between the 'mountains' at an extremely fast speed.

The 'mountains' that had just calmed down were tossed like this, and the speed of splitting was much faster than before, and the speed of the outstretched 'hand' was twice as fast as before, even if Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen were separated. Far away, you can feel the anger of the 'mountains'.

Why come again!How can this be endless!
The 'mountains' quickly split apart with fierce coercion, and rushed towards the monks not far away.

At this time, they had completely lost the patience to expel them. Facing the wave after wave of monks charging towards the 'mountains', they lost a lot of tolerance and became impatient.

The coercion was like a sharp knife, and it was an indiscriminate attack. Not only the monks in midair tasted the oppressive feeling of "Wanshan", but even Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen on the ground felt a little heavier breathing.

This time, even if they didn’t want to enter the altar, they would have to. A few minutes ago, Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen’s entry was considered trespassing.

"Hold on!" Xue Wen no longer hesitated at this moment, carrying Ji Mingzhao on his back, showing the momentum of carrying hundreds of catties of ingredients back then, and quickly ran towards the altar at the front of the palace.

Taking advantage of another wave of coercion, he quickly entered the altar and closed the altar door.

At this time, a 'Mountain Fragment' found the altar that had never been closed and closed the door at this time, hovering in the air a few times anxiously, but for some reason, it still refused to approach.

I don't know if it's because of fear or some concerns, although I am anxious, but I still refuse to enter the range of the palace.

And most of the 'mountain fragments' stretched out countless pairs of 'hands' and went towards the group of monks at an extremely fast speed.

"The magic circle!"

At this moment, the cultivators in midair couldn't find a chance to land on the ground, so they had to set up a magic circle in midair.

The ones who came back to the palace were monks from sects. Although they were not casual cultivators, they were still small sects. Except for the leading monk who was from Nascent Soul Realm, the rest were disciples from Foundation Establishment Realm.

They were wandering around the outskirts of the 'mountains', and it was precisely when they saw Liu Kuan's disciples scattered that they grabbed one who ran early and asked what was going on ahead.

The disciple didn't dare to hide it, and told them all. The leader of this small sect felt that the scattered cultivation had shared most of the firepower. And back, there will be no loss.

Unexpectedly, this casual cultivator is also a complete waste. Looking around, the number of "mountain fragments" has not decreased at all. Even if the monks of this small sect decide to retreat, the endless "mountain fragments" It's not like what the casual cultivator said, he can retreat completely.

These 'mountain fragments' attacked extremely violently, as if they had been stimulated before, countless long mouths suddenly opened on the 'mountain', the mouths were full of fangs, these mouths interspersed between the 'hands' and 'eyes', The whole is fully occupied, and there is no room for it.

"What is this!"

Where have those monks seen such a thing? In the past, they were all regular-looking, with a few parts at most. To this day, they really haven't seen many parts, more than a star and a half.

"Withstand! Withstand!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator who took the lead kept backing away while blocking the attack from the 'mountain fragments'. After a few steps, he retreated behind these foundation-building monks, fearing that he would abandon these foundation-building monks and escape alone if he found the right time.

"Master! Master, help me!"

Those monks were not fools, seeing their master was about to leave, they wanted to keep the master behind no matter what, and if they wanted to survive, they had to be resisted by the strong so that they would have a chance to escape.

"Master, help me, Master!"

The master in Nascent Soul Realm stepped back, and the only remaining conscience and guilt emerged from the gap in his mind, but soon, he was deeply suppressed by the desire to survive, and never reappeared.

The surrounding 'mountain fragments' attacked more violently, and the countless 'hands' waved in the air with gusts of wind, breaking through the air like steel whips, and their mouths could still touch the 'mountain fragments'. The block' itself was separated, and countless unknown gas burst out from the mouth, as long as the gas touched the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy would quickly dissolve.

Master Nascent Soul Realm finally left his apprentices behind, and rushed out of the encirclement while taking advantage of the attack of the 'Mountain Fragments', watching his apprentices being surrounded by the 'Mountain Fragments'.

A scream came out, and the Nascent Soul cultivator just frowned, and Yu Jian finally left quickly.

After a long while, the 'mountains' gathered together again, and they were still calm from a distance, but no one knew how many lives were swallowed up in them.

the other side.

Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen hid inside the altar, and heard countless wailing sounds from outside the door. The muscles on Ji Mingzhao's face tightened instantly, every bone in his body was tightly locked, and the muscles were so tense that they almost burst.

That sense of powerlessness spread to her whole body again.

Xue Wen sat beside her, and put his hand gently on the back of her neck as comfort.

She slowly closed her eyes: "...I'm fine."

Xue Wen didn't take his hand away: "I know."

The altar where the two of them are now can be said to be empty. There is only a dilapidated altar made of mahogany.

It seems that no one has been to this altar for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the ground. There are many bundles of incense scattered around the altar. The yellow paper wrapped around the incense is also full of dust. beside.

Ji Mingzhao took another elixir, and felt that he had regained some strength, so he wanted to stand up staggeringly.

Xue Wen reached out and pressed Ji Mingzhao's shoulders: "Just tell me what you want to do, and I will do it, how about it?"

"I'm fine..."

"No," Xue Wen interrupted Ji Mingzhao, "I just can't be idle, you can do as you say."

"Then you go and straighten that altar." Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen were polite, and they were not polite when directing, "and that incense burner."

Xue Wen was very obedient, one step at a time, after setting up the incense burner, he looked back at Ji Mingzhao: "Is there any more?"

"Have you brought a lighter?" Ji Mingzhao asked.

"No," Xue Wen never carried a lighter, "I don't smoke."

Ji Mingzhao looked up at Xue Wen, Xue Wen was very sincere to protect his personal situation: "I don't smoke, drink a little wine occasionally, I have a house at home, I am a single-parent family, and my mother lives next door to me."

Then, as if thinking of something, he added: "I'm usually at the base, and my salary is on the card every month."

　small theater:

　　Xue Wen: My ID card number is………, social security account number is………

　　Ji Mingzhao: ...No, no, really, no...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)