Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1352
"The two of us can change places."

"The two of us have cooperated together for hundreds of years."

"The two of us teamed up to kill the monks in the late Yuanying stage when they were in the middle stage of Yuanying."

"The two of us..."

You don't even know who said the voice.

Anyway, there are sounds all around, which can affect the monk's soul.

Tian Ermiao shouted loudly: "You two are enough!"

The figures of the two old men did not change, and the one in front was a tall old man. He said, "See how powerful we are now? It would be good for everyone to take a step back."

Tian Ermiao took out the short stick, and hit her left hand with the short stick one after another.

He said, "I just got a stick from a monkey. I haven't tried it yet. You two are just right."

"Does that mean there is nothing to discuss?" The tall old man said in a low tone.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him, and take away the little fox. That dog is also ours. I can see that that dog is a god dog, and we can find the ladder to God through it."

The short old man was really short, and the tall one stood in front of him, so he couldn't see his figure at all.

"it is good."

Following the export of this word, the two of them began to change again.

"careful!"

Lan Li exclaimed.

It was she who saw that Tian Ermiao was less than 20 meters away from the two of them. This range was within the attack range of the two old men. Lan Li knew very well that she had suffered this loss just now.

Tian Ermiao's response was very simple, that is, he swung the short stick in his hand.

The two old men could see clearly and didn't take it seriously.

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The short stick fell on the tall man's head.

The tall old man's figure immediately froze.

Then, a frightening scene appeared.

A line of blood flowed from the tall old man's head.

The blood flowed down from the forehead, very straight, directly to the abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, the head of the tall old man exploded.

Even with the entire upper body, nothing was left.

Only two legs are still standing there.

It's okay to lose half of the body at once, and the figure of the short old man can be seen.

He was terrified and stared at the stick in Tian Ermiao's hand in horror.

"What kind of stick is this?" the little old man howled.

Even a sharp sword cannot create such a situation.

His companion was a late Nascent Soul cultivator, half of his body was knocked off with just one stick?
Unbelievable.

But, the fact is right in front of my eyes, those two legs are still standing there.

Lan Li covered his mouth, his eyes widened.

One of the two old men who gave her such a headache and made her feel hopeless died with one stick.

Tian Ermiao...

Lan Li became more and more unable to see through.

There is fear in the pupils of the Tibetan Mastiff.

Fear of Tian Ermiao.

However, the half body of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage made him hungry.

So much so that, suppressing its fear, it swooped over and snatched away its two legs.

"A stick that kills."

Only then did Tian Ermiao's voice appear.

The little old man saw his companion's leg being bitten by a dog.

He pursed his lips, swallowed and spit.

His gaze returned to the short stick again, and he said, "This is a spiritual weapon!"

Of course it's aura, magic weapon is not so strong.

"You spare me, I will tell you the whereabouts of your companion." The little old man said.

"Let's listen to it." Tian Ermiao said.

"You swear to heaven that you won't kill me, otherwise, I won't tell you." The little old man said.

"You are not qualified to bargain." Tian Ermiao said flatly.

"That companion of yours is also in danger," said the little old man.

Tian Ermiao frowned, "Say!"

"It seems that you are not going to spare my life, why should I say that?"

After all, the little old man vacated.

"Get down!"

Tian Ermiao performed the Dragon Capturing Technique, and the short old man's body fell directly from the sky.

This time, the little old man became even more frightened.

"I said, I said." He said hurriedly.

"I can also know if I took your soul."

Tian Ermiao walked towards the old man step by step.

"You forced me."

The aura on the little old man became chaotic.

"Did the Nascent Soul explode? You have no chance."

Tian Ermiao stretched out a hand, and shot a ray of light from it.

Guanghua spread in midair.

The faint luster enveloped the little old man.

There, the little old man's expression became dull.

Tian Ermiao walked over a few steps and put one hand on the head of the little old man.

boom!
After getting what he wanted to know, Tian Ermiao pinched the head of the little old man.

Then, Tian Ermiao turned and looked at Lan Li.

"you……"

Lan Li was still covering her mouth.

"It's time to go, Lake has obtained the immortal text and is being besieged."

Tian Ermiao said.

"It's still..."

Lan Li pointed to the Tibetan mastiff.

The Tibetan mastiff had just eaten a leg, and the energy in the flesh and blood of the monk Yuanying made the Tibetan mastiff tremble with excitement.

The Tibetan Mastiff was about to eat another leg when flames went up from that leg.

In an instant, the legs were burned clean.

"Ugh..."

The Tibetan mastiff grinned.

Tian Ermiao frowned.

"Ouch..."

The Tibetan mastiff shook its head and tail.

However, there was still resentment in its eyes.

That's a leg, the leg of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Then, it looked at the headless corpse of the little old man, and it wanted to eat it.

However, after seeing Tian Ermiao's eyes, it could only suppress the urge to eat.

Two people and one dog started on their way.

in one place.

Lake was covered in blood.

Beside him, lay two corpses.

Not far away, there were eight monks staring at him coldly.

"call……"

Rick gasped.

"You are very strong. I have never seen your use of corpse energy and death energy. It is a pity that you have entered the late stage of Nascent Soul, and you have not yet stabilized your realm. It is already the limit for you to kill two people."

A female cultivator in yellow said sternly: "Hand over the fairy text, and then, you go."

Lake squinted at the eight people.

The female cultivator in yellow continued: "If it wasn't because you belonged to Tian Ermiao, we would have killed you together a long time ago. We don't want to be enemies with Tian Ermiao, at least not now, but don't think we dare Killing you, we are really afraid of Tian Ermiao, but the first deputy of the Tianmeng has also come, and there is the first deputy to deal with Tian Ermiao, Tian Ermiao can't spare the energy to come to us."

"So, don't get yourself wrong."

"That word is of no use to you."

Lake said.

"Xianwen is useful to everyone!" One person shouted: "Hand it over quickly!"

"It's a word of death. None of you practice corpse or death aura. It's really useless to you." Lake said.

"You say that, we will give up?"

The nun in yellow said: "Immortal writing is not only for comprehending, we can go further on the ladder of enlightenment by virtue of fairy writing."

Hearing what the yellow-clothed monk said, Lake sighed, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that we can't keep it."

"No one can take what is yours."

A voice came from afar.

(End of this chapter)