As soon as this thought arose every year, a huge wave suddenly burst out from the sea tide where insect eggs gather. Two burly monks stood back to back, and at the same time, slapped out a piece of open space around them.

The two moved quickly, and the palm wind swept over one after another. More and more insect eggs were blown away, and more and more survivors gathered beside them.

The fundamental reason for the large number of people is that when there are too many people, you will be braver and you can do things without any brains.

The ordinary disciples also began to cooperate with the actions of these two senior brothers. The sticks in their hands were swept out like sweeping the floor, and they stepped on their feet to crush them, and they started killing. While looking at the still boundless insect eggs, they showed a little fear, while lowering their heads and moving with the dozen senior brothers.

The figure flashed, the rabbit rose and fell, and the old monk was already standing in front of these disciples. The wide monk robe swelled up like a blowing wind. With a gentle sniff, the insect eggs in the range of five or six meters around were shaken away.

Every year I was enjoying my sight, and my eyes looked at the insect eggs falling along the parabola. My face changed. I squinted my eyes and looked for a while, then flew to the head of the old monk, shouting, "Stop it, this thing cannot be killed!"

Two palm winds were rushing towards her forehead, and the old monk also glared at her eyes, bounced his fingers, and the afterimage of his fingers danced out a blooming flower.

Nian screamed in anger, quickly rose up and yelled at the top of his throat, "A bunch of idiots!"

The eggs that were beaten away fell to the ground and shattered. The spots of blood that splashed out looked like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan. The tide of insect eggs immediately exploded, silently, silently, twisting, spasming, chewing, and swallowing, aiming the pairs of sesame-like black eyes at every living creature nearby.

For example, those monks who are still struggling and screaming in the tide of insects.

The scream turned into a scream. The first person who spoke was slapped his whole body randomly and tore the fabric on his body frantically, but he could not stop the white snakes from sticking softly and slipping against his skin, biting the epidermis, sucking away the flesh and blood, and rubbing the bones with fine thorny teeth.

Screaming after screaming, the old monk hurried to the nearest disciple, gathering his internal strength and pointing to the wind, pointing out the white worms that were raging on the man. The disciple with a blood hole in his body was stunned and looked at his uncle's master with a weak breath, opening his mouth, unable to say a word.

The old monk was about to check carefully, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. He leaned back and barely closed the white worm that ejected from the disciple's mouth. When he looked down, the disciple had already opened his eyes and lost his breath. The slightly opened mouth was covered in black and blood, and even his tongue and teeth were gone.

He helped up the soft corpse of the disciple and looked at the swarms of insects around him that were eating each other. The old monk couldn't help but be frightened.

From the shock and screaming to the point where he arrived, in a moment, a living person was emptied by these things!

He thought of the warning from the little thief just now, and couldn't help but look up to find her figure, but saw the culprit who destroyed the stone tower was pulling a slightly stiff monk with one hand and rushing up from the ground. A parabolic movement fell onto the roof not far away.

Although they guarded the tower here, these monks also had to have normal food and accommodation, so they built a circle of tiled houses around the stone tower and planted several trees sporadically.

At this time, nearly ten disciples had been placed on the tree branches and on the roof, rubbing their hands tremblingly, and gasping in fear.

The old monk no longer thought about it, turned around and grabbed his disciples and threw them onto the nearest roof one by one. The two disciples with excellent palm skills also followed suit. After throwing out a few junior brothers, they would hurry to find another disciple who screamed.

"Come back!" the old monk shouted in a deep voice.

The two stopped immediately, after thinking for a while, they gritted their teeth and nodded, and turned to save the living disciples nearby with red eyes.

Rescue the living first, and how much can you save.

I think so every year.

Although she was not very concerned about the life and death of these monks, this tragic way of death far exceeded her imagination, and she was not a person who cared about such a simple task.

After all, her flying skills are brought by the cloak, and it is not her strength or her magic power.

As the number of people fell, the action of catching people was getting smoother every year. When they saw her, the monks also lost a lot of hostility. At least she didn't need to freeze the person first and then drag it out.

He caught people every year, and the three old monks threw them away. The other monks who were still lucky had a chance, so they also climbed up on the roof, shook open the insect eggs stuck to their bodies, and looked at the flooded fellow disciples and were speechless.

He hovered over the swarm for several times every year, carefully avoiding the buckets that were as thick as a bucket around the central copper door and wrestled together - this can be called a giant python of some kind, and no survivor worthy of rescue was found.

The old monk was unwilling to give up, so he pulled up a dying disciple, held his hands to perform his light skills, and placed the person on the roof.

"It's useless, there's only a shell left, I can't save it anymore." Niannian flew over and saw the old man hugging another person, and persuaded him.

The old monk turned a deaf ear, waved his sleeves and shook the swarms around him, picked up the people and jumped onto the roof.

"I said, I saw those bugs passing through the fog and falling into other parts of the Sishi Valley. Are you really planning to continue to waste your time?"

Every year I was a little anxious, and flew up and down around him, and seemed to be more worried about the situation in the Four Seas Valley than him.

The old monk then stopped, sighed slightly, raised his hand to make seals, and the sound was like a loud bell, "The Tower of the Seal is destroyed, the situation is critical, come quickly!"

Although the sound sounded from the ears, it sounded like it was coming from the horizon, and it also seemed to hit the transparent walls on all sides, with echoes constantly vibrating.

"No, you haven't asked for help?" Niannian looked at him in surprise. She thought that the old monk should have asked someone to help when she first appeared.

"No need." The old monk replied lightly, looking arrogant.

Every Nian pointed to the original location of the stone pagoda. The old monk choked and turned his head to take care of his disciples.

A few seconds later, I saw the help that "Soon" arrived quickly, covered my face every year, blinked my innocent big eyes, and greeted the people with a smile.

They are all acquaintances, and they are people she absolutely can't beat.

Meng Sheng, a giant of the Mo family, Fairy Fu Feng from Shennong Valley, Xuanxuzi and Taihui Immortal Lord from Yunji Sword Sect, and the Immortal Playing the Qin in Jade Emperor Academy - the master of the year, and the famous Kongshan.

The few people did not see Niannian who waved to them with great enthusiasm. They were all shocked by the scene in front of them. They glanced over and found the old monk who asked for help, and surrounded them together.

Meng Sheng, who unfortunately landed in the swarm, jumped onto the roof, grinned every day, and took a few steps back.

The man's face was so ugly. His eyes rolled up, and he looked like he was about to pinch a person to death. He stared at Nian Nian with his eyes showing fierce light, which was hideous and terrifying.

"snort!"

The situation was indeed urgent. Meng Sheng restrained his murderous intent and turned around to ask the old monk about the reason for this.

Every year, touched his nose and heard the old monk's accusations against her, he generously met the sharp and sharp scrutiny of the gods.

"I admit that the tower was broken by me, but I absolutely don't know that there are these things in this tower, I swear!" Nian Nian responded calmly.

"And I also reminded him not to kill those insects at first, and he also brought people to beat me. In this way, I helped save a lot of people. If you don't believe me, please ask him?" Niannian pointed at the old monk and pouted, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Master Hengshan?" Several people asked the old monk for verification, and Fairy Fu Feng also added lightly, "Mencius will not lie."

Master Hengshan nodded almost without checking, and seemed to be trembling.

"Then you are--"

"Let's go back to the matter of accountability, let's consider how to solve these things first." Taihui Immortal Lord interrupted Xuanxuzi's questioning, looked at the swarm of insects rolling underneath with disgust, and stepped on the flying sword.

"Close this place first, so that more insects can no longer enter other places in the Sishi Valley." Fairy Fu Feng made a quick decision.

The other few people nodded and planned to disperse themselves, but looked at Nian Nian with uncertainty. Nian Nian was trying to reduce their presence, holding their knees, facing the suspicious and vigilant eyes of several people, raising their arms with innocent expressions, and adding oil.

Fairy Fu Feng smiled with a pursed lips, left first, and stepped on a jade-like leaf to float into the air on the east side.

Taihui Immortal Lord also pulled Xuanxuzi away with his sword. Meng Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, flashed out with a knife light, and he quickly lowered his head every year to avoid the tragedy of being cut off by the sword light.

Every Nian watched Meng Daxia leave for no reason, turned his head and saw the Kongshan immortal holding a piano and carrying a sword. He avoided his gaze and shrank his neck.

"Your Taoist couple broke out of the city today and sneaked into attacks and killed two unprepared Mo family disciples. Meng Sheng has decided to drive him out of the sect." The Kongshan Immortal shook his head and floated away.

Nian was stunned in place, and his hands slid from his knees.

The last half of the sentence was like an iron hammer, which instantly smashed her mood and thoughts. The sound of knocking echoed in her mind, confusing all the sounds from the outside world. Only the three words "Qi Youfeng" are clearly heard.

Every Nian suddenly stood up, flew straight into the sky, and fell towards the meteors of the insect-turned white pythons.

She was going to smash the door open.

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