A tall and thin mummy who was more than two meters tall and covered with strips rushed out of the black crystal coffin and grabbed Hercules' neck like a little chicken. The "magic" saint screamed like a conditioned reflex, and at the same time threw out the fireball in his hand.

"Fuck him!"

The intense sound of the flute actually played the sound of the horn. The "music" saints activated their abilities almost in no particular order. Everyone was immediately excited, and both their strength and reaction were improved more than one level.

Bang!~

Sparks are everywhere!

The basketball-sized fireball was slapped away by the tall and thin mummy who pinched the "power" of the saint's neck. At the same time, it stepped on the ground heavily, shattering the ice arrows shot from all directions, and a sudden cold air counterattacked even more fiercely.

“Makuru…”

The "witchcraft" saint waved his staff, and paper planes flew out of his sleeves and rushed into the air, then rushed towards the tall and thin mummy, cooperating with various spells and killing techniques, swarming like a tide.

He had thought badly before. The prehistoric hero in the giant black crystal coffin suddenly rushed out and attacked the two saints on his side, and took one of them hostage, which was completely beyond his expectations.

"Yan Ling" Saint holds a hard face on the cover of the animal skin, and uses his pen as if flying with a quill brush, urging his own Yan Ling's power in the dark, exerting a mysterious and mysterious influence on the target.

With a loud huh, the hard face of the cover of the animal skin turned into a ball of fire, and the quill also burned together. Sophia Green quickly let go, his face turned pale.

Although the Spirit of Words is mysterious, compared with the power level, once the gap is too large, it will be backfired.

"Go together!"

"Music" the saint shouted loudly, but the sound of the flute in his hand was so weird that it did not stop at all. He was still passionate and full of fighting spirit.

Before the paper planes that rushed towards the tall and thin mummy approached, they fell one after another, making a jingle sound to the ground. If you look closely, you can see a thin layer of ice crystals attached to the surface of the paper sheet, causing the paper plane to completely lose its light weight.

"Chuanket, have you betrayed us?"

The "magic" saint was about to move his position and brewed a powerful lightning bolt, but found that at some point, his feet were frozen to the ground, and at the same time they were wrapped in a thick ball of ice, which made him both startled and angry. The most feared thing was that his own people stabbed the knife in the back. Who else could be except Chuanket who had mastered the authority of "frost"?

Once the power of movement is lost, the caster will immediately fall into the fish on the cutting board, and only the part is to kill him.

"Not me! His frost authority is still above me, and I am frozen."

When the "Frost" Saint Chuanket said this, he had been frozen on the wall and could no longer move, with a sunny expression on his face.

The current psychological activities are probably about selling the Analects of Confucius in front of Confucius, playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and kindergarten children encountering Peking University professors. The more they feel aggrieved, the more they feel.

Not only was he frozen in place, but also the "Speaker" Saint Sophia Green and the "Witchcraft" Saint Kona Ukuyi.

The former lost the ability to resist the moment the animal skin was engulfed by the fire, and his hands were frozen and lost consciousness. Even if he put a pen on, he could not write half a letter.

To be precise, the latter is not that it is not that it is not that it is not prepared for it. When it reacts, the rapidly growing ice has wrapped around its feet and extended upwards quickly. In just one or two breaths, the knees have been frozen. Not to mention running, even moving has become a luxury.

As for the other "weapon" Saint Bar, who is lying in the corner now, he is unconscious and naturally does not need to freeze a layer of ice shell. His ability does not mean that he can be invulnerable to swords and guns. At most, he is a little stronger than ordinary people, but he is still a physical body.

"We're fucked!"

"Music" The saint saw a fist as big as a sand bowl getting bigger and bigger in front of him. He had only time to make a desperate wail, and he heard a dull bang. He lost consciousness on the spot. The piccolo in his hand was directly filled with ice, and finally made a crack and burst, directly cracking and scrapping.

"And Li Bai!"

The tall and thin mummy walked towards him, carrying a rag doll, but struggling with increasingly weak power. The "magic" Saint Merlin Jack suddenly saw three people out of the corner of his eyes. To be precise, they should be one person and two demons.

Around them, there were circles of ice ridges that were one foot high, but no trace of cold air could invade half an inch.

"Go away, tell the people outside, escape, and contact the 'poison' and let him rebuild the 'saints'!"

"Witchcraft" saint Kona Ukuyi placed the last hope on the "poisonous" saint Jaharal Choudhuri who did not come.

As long as there is one saint in the "Saint Club", the inheritance will not be cut off, and there is still a possibility of regaining glory.

"No need for this!"

Li Bai held down the ready-to-move Qingjiao and took out another compressed biscuit.

A gaze grabbed his hand tightly. The cold wind blew, and he appeared in front of Li Bai with the tall and thin mummy of Hercules. His other empty hand was about to grab it, but he was reluctant to catch it. He grabbed it again as if he didn't believe in evil, but he still caught nothing.

The tall and thin mummy moved his target a little angry and tried to grab Li Bai's neck like a saint, but the goose... was destined to be in vain.

The three-meter-long land covered by the heart of the glazed glass can never be expected to be able to successfully attack the demon king in the realm of Breaking Tribulation. What's more, it's just a prehistoric mummy who hasn't eaten for thousands of years and has been hungry. Even the movies dare not shoot like this.

“Mnutakay…”

Another prehistoric language is filled with guru, and it is obvious that this tall and thin mummy, who is more than two meters tall, is angry.

Even Li Bai had a headache. He shook the compressed biscuits in his hand and pointed to Hercules in the other party to see if he could exchange hostages.

If you continue to catch this, "Hercules" will be reincarnated again. It's quite annoying and urgent!

The tall and thin mummy was stunned. He stretched out a finger to Li Bai, and soon became one, two, three, four, and five again. When the five fingers of one hand were not enough, the other hand threw away Hercules, who was almost exhausted, with disgust.

The two hands were not enough, so the guy simply squatted down and lit his toes.

Li Bai rolled his eyes, shook his head helplessly, took out a box of compressed biscuits from the storage ring, lifted the lid, scratched the moisture-proof aluminum foil, and then poured it out.

A tin box costs exactly twenty yuan.

At this moment, the tall and thin mummy didn't care about Li Bai and Hercules who were throwing her back at her feet. She rushed to pick up the military compressed biscuits on the ground and stuffed them into her mouth. She still didn't even dismantle the wrapping paper, and ate them together.

"It's saved!"

The "magic" saint, whose thighs were frozen, breathed a sigh of relief.

"So I'm hungry."

The "witchcraft" saint Kona Ukuyi also found it ridiculous. He was so fucked if he gave some food, but he even had a fight in vain.

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The air was filled with the joyful smell of roasted camels, and a row of heat waves were loaded with camels of no less than fifty.

The skin has been peeled off and the blood has dried up. The bright red muscles are neatly cut and filled with salt powder and spices. After being roasted at high temperature, the aroma of oil cured by protein is floating out of ten miles away. No one who smells it will not drool.

Although there are more and better ways to cook camels in the Arab region, now, you can do whatever you want. Barbecue is barbecue. As long as it is roasted and can fill your stomach, it does not require so much work.

A large table was filled with various foods like a hill, not only roasted camels, but also roasted lambs, scones, bread, butter, wine, and figs. A giant more than two meters tall was pounced on the table, shook his cheeks and chewed them.

"I want it too!"

The witch Qingyao was about to cry because of her greed, and turned into a whimper and pulled Li Bai away.

"No, no hurry, the really delicious roast camel is still behind. I'll order you a hundred."

Li Bai dared not let the demon king come forward to grab food together.

These two foodies must fight.
Chapter completed!