Marvel World's Food Tree

In the dense forest, while smoking a cigar, Frank turned into a silver lightning and ran desperately among the trees.

"Whoosh!"

Hearing the sound of piercing the air and feeling the flying sword rushing towards his forehead, Frank flexibly tilted his head, dodged the flying sword that was rubbing sideways, turned around and was shot, and then dodged the turning back again The flying sword that came back turned over behind the big tree on the left, and finally disappeared among the dense bushes, hiding for a while to gain a short respite.

"Damn it!"

Panting heavily, Frank cursed fiercely.

However, although he kept cursing in his mouth, he was extremely afraid of the pursuers behind him in his heart.

These monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect are much stronger than those from the Spirit Dao Sect.

According to the general rule, the person who ambushes and wants to do something bad will always be able to gain the initiative in the battle, and generally as long as he gains the initiative in the battle, he will basically be the winner.

Of course there are exceptions, like now.

Frank, who was majestic just now, is now running around like a mouse crossing the street, being hunted and killed, without even a little longer time to breathe, he has to embark on the journey of escape again.

In fact, at the beginning of the ambush, Frank and the others had the upper hand. They had powerful sniper rifles and sharp gold bullets, and there were ready-made tools above them to help them attract attention. In less than an hour, the Ghost Spirit Sect was easily eliminated, most of the Foundation Establishment Stage disciples and a dozen Golden Core Mech cultivators.

But when the tool people were also slaughtered, the situation on the scene immediately changed subversively... Without the delay of those foundation-establishing disciples, and without the tool people to attract attention, Frank and the others directly exposed themselves to the ghosts. In front of the surviving Golden Core cultivator.

Although Frank directed the release of the tyrant as the second line of defense to block it immediately, he still underestimated the power of the golden core cultivators.

Especially with their elusive magic weapon and ghost-like speed, the cumbersome tyrant has no way to effectively block it... To put it bluntly, the tyrant can't even win a second of delay.

And those Jindan stage monks of Ghost Spirit Sect seemed to know that these tyrants were just bait to attract attention, so they ignored them at all, relying on their own ability to fly, they directly passed them and rushed towards Frank and the others.

In desperation, Frank had no choice but to command all the foundation-building monks to go up, and then pack all the subordinates into boxes and run away as quickly as possible... Now that the pursuers are catching up again, it can only explain those All the monks in the Foundation Establishment Period were killed.

But it is worth mentioning that the good habits that Frank developed on the battlefield all the year round saved his life.

Knowing that the Golden Core Stage cultivator could fly and he only had two legs, he set up a way to escape. He cleaned up his tracks while running away, and changed the direction to continue running in the middle of running away.

But what is strange is that this group of guys still caught up. Although the number of people was less than a quarter, it still surprised Frank. Use it.

Not only that, in order to avoid the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator, he also used several props to conceal the aura that Ye Fang gave him. Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to catch up with him again, but these five or six gold But Brother Danqi seemed to have installed a tracker on him. No matter which direction he ran, no matter how far he ran in advance, they could find him quickly.

"whoosh~poof"

Frank turned to the left violently, dodging the flying sword that wanted to penetrate the big tree and nail him to it together, then changed a cigar, turned into a silver lightning, and disappeared directly among the trees.

Three to five seconds later, five or six figures appeared above the woods. The leader was a strong man with dark skin like an iron tower, holding a small beige mouse the size of a fist in his palm.

"Little boy, tell me where he went!"

The little beige mouse seemed to understand the big man's words, wriggled its nose and sniffed the air for a while, then pointed its tail in the direction where Frank was escaping, and squeaked.

Frank killed him and never thought that the fundamental reason why he has not escaped from the pursuit of these guys is because of this ugly little mouse.

"He ran over there, chase after him!"

The tower-like burly man said something to his fellow disciples beside him, and then tried his best to take the lead in catching up with him, but this time none of his fellow disciples moved, and a middle-aged man with a goatee even stretched out his hand to stop him. over him.

"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Gong."

"what happened?"

"There is no way for us to chase like this. If we don't enter, let's stop here. What if he leads us into some kind of trap? Junior brother, I don't have the confidence to block this magic weapon!"

While speaking, the middle-aged man with the goatee made his own palm, and a vibrating gold bullet shining with silver light slowly floated from the center of his palm.

It was this unremarkable little thing that easily pierced through the heart armor that he had painstakingly refined for more than ten years. If he hadn't spent all his money and used expensive fine gold when casting it, he might have died with those masters. Just like brothers, nearly 100 years of practice turned into nothingness in an instant.

"That's right, Senior Brother Gong, we don't know who the other party is and what his identity is. At the same time, we don't know what kind of hole cards the other party has, and whether there are any reinforcements. Why don't we withdraw first!"

The dark-skinned strong man in the iron tower frowned, and felt a retreat in his heart, but when he thought of the magic weapon that could directly penetrate his unknown magic weapon, his heart felt hot for a while.

"Hmph, if you want to leave, you can go by yourself. If you get any treasure in the palace, you just don't want to be jealous. It is a magic weapon that can directly penetrate the magic weapon."

After the strong man finished speaking, he once again turned into a black ball of light and quickly chased after Frank in the direction where Frank was escaping.

"Go... let's follow!"

The goatee let out a long sigh, said something to the brothers around him, and then turned into a white ball of light and chased straight towards the strong man in the iron tower...

Standing in the middle of a dense forest, Ye Fang listened to Tom's report, and looked at everything around him coldly... The dense forests around him did not look suspicious at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they could still be found There are traces of battle here.

"Mr. Ye, it's just ahead, where Frank sent the signal... We've caught the signal from the unmanned reconnaissance drone, and it's just ahead!"

"Erica, go ahead and investigate what's going on with the plan!"

Waving the vine at Erica beside him, Ye walked under the big tree beside him, where an exaggerated and strangely shaped bullet case lay quietly.

This is the shell of a special vibranium warhead...Because vibranium has the property of absorbing all energy, so in order to allow them to be fired, Jerry learned the method of making bullets from Wakanda and developed it independently. This special bullet casing with a peculiar shape.

Seeing them, Ye Fang can basically be sure that Frank and the others must have stayed here, and judging from the number of bullets falling on the surrounding ground, they should have stayed here for a long time, and there was a certain amount of intense firefights .

"Bang~"

Erica flashed back.

"There are about sixty or seventy living people in front, and there are hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. Those people are besieging the tyrant, but I didn't see the bodies of Frank and members of the black special operations team."

"Erica, you take people to kill them, remember to keep them alive!"

Erica nodded, and disappeared in place again, but she didn't obey Ye Fang's order, but went alone.

"Tom, Orolo, take someone to look at it, and the battle will be settled quickly!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Tom drew a giant portal with his claws, and led the others to rush in.

Soon, rumbling crashes and intensive screams came from the forest in the distance.

About 10 minutes later, a new portal reappeared in front of Ye Fang, and Tom's voice came from it.

"Mr. Ye, it's all settled!"

Hearing his voice, Ye Fang walked in calmly... As soon as he walked in, a strong smell of blood came out, and all kinds of corpses lay on the ground.

Some had their heads turned into a puddle of shredded flesh, some had a big hole in their chests, some were split in two from the waist, or split in two from the center of the head... Anyway, the death was so miserable.

And now those who can still stand in the middle of the corpse, except for the subordinates brought by Yiyi, there are only a few captured immortal cultivators left.

Most of them were kneeling, only one person was standing there, but the reason why he didn't kneel down was not because he didn't want to kneel, but because Erica was holding his neck firmly with her arms, The arm of his right hand was placed on his aorta, as long as he moved a little, the dagger made of vibrating gold could cut off his head the moment his aorta was cut.

He was also the only immortal cultivator at the golden core stage among the captured immortal cultivators.

"I am Zhang Yunjie from the Ghost Sect, and my father is the master of the Ghost Sect. If you dare to kill me, you will declare war on the Ghost Sect..."

"Snapped!"

Ye Fang swung the vine and slammed it heavily on his face, leaving a red mark on his face, and directly swollen his cheeks.

"I didn't ask you a question, so don't talk, and I'm not going to let you talk now!"

After Ye Fang finished speaking, he immediately wrapped his head with vines, and the silver light immediately began to bloom.

Time passed quickly, and after another 10 minutes, Ye Fang finally figured out what happened here.

"Clean up the battlefield, remove all the corpses here, don't leave anything behind, this damn Frank didn't pay attention to my order at all... Tom, save him, but don't First aid, let him suffer first, and see if he dares to disobey my order next time!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye... I'll take you back first!"

As Tom said, he stretched out his paw again and drew a large portal.

"OK, it's not over yet!" Ye Fang stepped into the portal without any hesitation.

As soon as he received the distress signal from Frank, he hurried towards here with his people, and even the dark food that was spawned in his body stopped temporarily... Now that he knew that Frank was not dead, and he knew that there was trouble He was the one who found such a big moth, and Ye Fang immediately lost the desire to save him himself, so he casually entrusted the matter to Tom.

"Snapped!"

"boom……!"

Seeing the huge gold brick falling from the sky behind him and rubbing his body on the ground, Frank heaved a long sigh of relief.

These guys are becoming more and more shameless. Before, they only used flying sword spells, but now they directly use this magic weapon of range attack. It seems that they don't have the patience to continue chasing them, and they are ready to kill them directly.

Reaching into his bosom to feel it, there were only two cigars left to increase the speed. This cigar was made by Ye Fang with Kuaiyin's genes, and added raw materials that could provide physical strength for a long time.

The reason why Frank was able to run for so long was because he was hanging on these cigars. If these cigars were used up, it meant that he could not run at all and became a lamb who could be slaughtered at will.

"Boss, where have you been, I will die here!"

While thinking about it, Frank took out the penultimate cigar, and then prepared to continue running into the dense forest ahead... He no longer knew how long he had been running, nor how far he had run, even In which direction he was running, he himself couldn't tell.

After lighting the cigar, Frank was about to continue running, but just as he raised his foot, there were several sharp cracking sounds behind him.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Frank frowned, turned his body violently to the left, and rolled on the ground, avoiding the unidentified objects that made the sound of breaking through the air.

"Boooooo~"

Those unidentified objects that didn't hit Frank's body stuck to the ground. Frank looked over and found that they were ice picks that were as long as arms and as thick as wrists. They were crystal clear and looked particularly eye-catching.

"Run, why don't you run?"

A rough voice came from the front, and the voice was automatically converted into English after entering Frank's headset.

Frank looked in the direction of the sound, and saw six figures hovering quietly in the distant sky, staring at Frank fiercely.