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344.(2/2)

Li Wanrong nodded and said, "Remember your promise." He said that he sacrificed the flying sword and stood on the flying sword with a jump. Non-flying and the grimace moth.

It’s not surprising that Wang Yuan is the only one behind him, everyone else is stupid.

What was that just now? Jade Sword Fei? This is just the plot in the novel and movie! Now it is staged in front of them!

Master Chen stared at Li Wanrong's back with his eyes fixed on his back, his heart was like a huge wave! Talk about the status quo, raise his hand to change the world! This is the real master! No, this is no longer a mortal, this is

O God!

Professor Sun took off his glasses and wiped them. He thought he was dazzled. In mythology, only fairies can fly swords. Master Li just now can do it too! Is there a god in this world?

It took Yao Changsheng a long time to close his shocked chin. He grabbed Wang Yuan and asked, "Where is Master Li's sacred?"

Wang Yuan said proudly: "I can only tell you that his magical power will become a fairy one day, and one day he will become a real fairy!"

Li Wanrong stepped on the flying knife and walked towards the Ghost Face Moth. The Ghost Face Moth obviously noticed his arrival. The two tentacles kept wiggling, and the thorny mouth kept making strange tumbling sounds. Warned Li Wanrong not to approach it.

Li Wanrong snorted coldly and said, "If I practice like before, I really don't want to kill you. But now it's different. I need some of your things to cultivate, so let me see you today, it's a bad luck for you!"

The grimace moth suddenly spread its huge wings, and its two wings were dozens of meters long! It struggled to spread its wings, and its body weighing hundreds of tons slowly left the ground. The huge mouthparts swayed back and forth, revealing a barb from it. It wanted to eat Li Wanrong!

Li Wanrong's sword flew away, and the grimace moth chased after him. The scene was like a big bird trying to eat a small insect!

All those who watched the battle on the ground couldn't help but mention their throats! I was afraid that Li Wanrong would accidentally be eaten by the ghost moth.

"Hmph! Get in the car!" Li Wanrong held his thumb tightly with his middle finger to form a seal. When he heard the thunder spell in his mouth, he heard the thunder rumbling in the sky. A bucket of thunder fell from the sky in an instant and struck the grimace moth!

"Jijie!" The ghost-faced moth let out a strange scream, its abdomen was hit by a large hole in the thunder, black smoke rose, and green juice flowed out of the wound.

Li Wanrong was a little surprised and snorted: "I didn't expect you to resist the lightning strike, so try this!" After all, his hands were sealed. He heard that the thunder in the sky was louder than before, and there seemed to be a lot of lightning.

The Ghost Face Moth also noticed that it was not good. It immediately raised two tentacles, and a group of green light spheres would gather together and become larger at the two tentacles. After a while, the size of the green light sphere was almost as big as the Ghost Face Moth!

Li Wanrong smiled contemptuously and said, "How can you use your devilish power to fight against the orthodox majesty between heaven and earth!" During his speech, he said softly: "The thunder fell!"

Prosperity!

Hundreds of lightning suddenly fell into the air. The lightning streaks meander like snakes. They met in one place and turned into a thick and bright mine, and then suddenly hit the top of the Ghost Face Moth.

At the same time, the green ball of the ghost-faced moth flew towards the mine pillar!

The two met in heaven!

Green and white light radiate at the same time, making people unable to open their eyes!

Li Wanrong was not affected by the strong light and was still staring at the Ghost Face Moth. I saw the thunder breaking the green light group and then hit the Ghost Face Moth on the head!

In an instant, the body of the grimace moth was penetrated by a strong thunder! Then its body was like a destroyed plane, with flames and black smoke falling straight to the ground.

Bang! The body of the Ghost Face Moth hit the ground heavily, and the sand, gravel, dust spread along the smoke like a shock wave, and a huge deep pit appeared on the ground!

The ground vibration caused Yang Tiesheng, Yao Changsheng and Master Chen, who were thousands of miles away, to stand staggeringly and fall to the ground.

Professor Sun was picked up by several students. His glasses could not be found. He asked anxiously: "How is it? How is it? Master Li won?"

Chapter 70, Serial Ban

"Win! Win! Master Li won!" Someone immediately replied to Professor Sun.

Professor Sun took a deep breath and said slowly: "We humans have lived on the earth for thousands of years. There has never been a historical record of such monsters. Perhaps, the appearance of this monster is a harbinger. Alas! It seems that the earth is about to undergo a huge change, and our beautiful human life is about to end!"

Professor Sun's words were very heavy, and everyone around him was silent.

Although humans possess various high-tech weapons, they are still very fragile in the face of this huge terrifying monster.

Uncle Shen remembered his "feat" and suddenly laughed at himself: "I used to think it would be better to catch a few wild ghosts and a few fox demons. Haha, compared with Master Li, I really don't deserve shoes for people!"

Yang Tiesheng and Yao Changsheng do not have the feelings of these people. They are busy organizing rescue.

A large number of police forces and soldiers surrounded the white cocoons in the fog like a tide, because they received a reminder from Li Wanrong in advance that they knew that in addition to humans, there were descendants of the grimace moth in the cocoons. Be careful, once a monster was found, kill it with weapons.

Most of the people in the cocoon are still alive, only a few are rescued, they are destroyed by monsters. Although some are not dead, only half of the bodies are left, and they are unable to be rescued at all. He is very happy.

In the distance, Li Wanrong stepped on the flying sword and slowly fell down. He walked to the corpse of the ghost-faced moth, waved his fingers, and the flying sword stabbed into the corpse.

Li Wanrongc

He closed his eyes and felt after a while he looked very upset. He picked up his fingers, took something with the flying sword, flew away the abdomen of the corpse, and flew in front of him. I saw that the thing was a yellow-green sac, as if it was some kind of organ of this grimace moth.

Li Wanrong took out a golden ball the size of a glass ball from it. It seemed that there was a small bug crawling inside the bead, which was very strange.

"A thousand-year-old monster can condense a demon pill, and it's still so small, it shows that it's not easy to practice." Li Wanrong looked at Jin Zhu and sighed: "If it weren't for your cruel human nature, I urgently need to practice now. If you want to use your demon pill to refine the purple spirit pill, I wouldn't kill you easily. After all, it's not easy for you to practice for ten thousand years."

The Ghost Face Moth is harmful to humans, but its responsibilities should be divided into two parts. If humans do not disturb the Ghost Face Moth, it will not come out to harm the world.

"There are many good things in this monster, but it's too big, I really can't take them away." Li Wanrong looked at this big guy full of treasures and said distressedly, "If there is a Qiankun bag..." He suddenly thought, don't you have a Qiankun bag?

"Oh, I forgot." Li Wanrong touched the treasured bag in his arms.

At that time, he was repaired too shallowly to break the ban, Qiankun Bag, now he has reached the basic period, but is trying to break the ban.

"Open!" Li Wanrong pinched the law and pointed at the Qiankunbao. He heard the empty burst sound, and the ban on it was also broken.

But Li Wanrong did not look happy, but frowned.

"There is still a ban! Is this a serial ban?" Li Wanrong looked at Qiankun Bag and found that this time he only broke one-third of Qiankun Bag's ban, and the remaining two-thirds were still not available. Check it.

In other words, Li Wanrong can only use one-third of the space of Qiankun Bag, and the rest cannot be used.

What disappointed Li Wanrong even more was that there was nothing in this third of the available space.

"I can't even open other bans. Is it necessary to cultivate a base during the basic period? Li Wanrong was surprised. What is the origin of the owner of Qiankun Bag? Is the cultivation base above the basic period? Is it Zhudan period or Nascent Soul period?

After pondering for a while, Li Wanrong decided to return to his villa in Qinglong County, find Guan Bochun, and carefully observe the situation of the gods on earth.

"Master Li!" Wang Yuan ran all the way to Li Wanrong's eyes, "Is there anything I need to do?"

Li Wanrong smiled and said, "You are here just in time. I want to break down the corpse of this ghost-faced moth, take down the useful things on it, and collect them for me." Then, use the flying sword to break down the corpse of the ghost-faced moth into thin layers, take out its eyes, silk sacs and eight legs, and let Wang Yuan move towards him in front of him.

Wang Yuanqiang looked at the monster organs that were emitting a disgusting smell on his body, resisted the urge to vomit, and asked, "Master Li, what are the uses of these things?"

Li Wanrong just answered him: "It has its own magical effect." He put all these things in Qiankun's bag.

The space inside the Qiankun bag is huge. Even one-third of the space is enough for Li Wanrong to put down the mountain.

"Uncle Li, they are here to find us." Wang Yuan saw a helicopter flying from a distance and reminded Li Wanrong.

Li Wanrong nodded, and a real fire ignited the body of the ghost moth and said, "Let's go too, I don't want to have too much interaction with these people."

Different road non-stage plans.

The car disappeared, the flying sword could not carry two people, Li Wanrong and Wang Yuan left

Toward Liaozhou.

At the rescue site, a mother and son wrapped in blankets were holding their mother in their early 30s and trembling with them. The boy was eight years old, sensible and cute.
Chapter completed!
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