Sun's journey to immortality

"Second brother, fight quickly to avoid long nights and endless dreams. Go all out this time and never let him go." The disabled monk ordered fiercely, and a wooden staff flew out, and sprayed out a stream of streams as he moved forward. The cold light was the first to attack Sun Mingsheng.

"Is it true that I have lost the ability to fight back? Black-striped ants, edict." Seeing this situation, Sun Mingsheng did not hesitate. The black-striped ants that had been recharging their energy in the spirit beast bag came out overwhelmingly, with a sufficient number of them. About a thousand.

Although the number of these black-striped ants is not large, each one is obviously different from the previous form, and looks more and more ferocious.

Every hundred or so will have a second-level low-grade black pattern as the leader, forming small groups to fight, which can be regarded as maximizing their own strength.

These second-level low-grade black-striped ants were hatched after the queen was promoted to the second-level low-grade, and they only succeeded after the supply and consumption of a large amount of blood food.

The queen ant's promotion to the second level does not mean that all the eggs she lays will be promoted to the second level. Only a few of the best ones can be promoted.

Moreover, the amount of energy that the queen ant consumes every time she gives birth to eggs is completely different from that at the first level, just like a big eater who can never have enough to eat.

Although Sun Mingsheng has had some opportunities to obtain some precious spiritual objects in recent times, he is unable to cultivate black-striped ants. After all, the price of second-level monster corpses is far beyond his affordability.

These more than a thousand black-striped ants were also cultivated from the monsters that were hunted and killed in previous battles, and they have not truly reached the size of a swarm.

Under normal circumstances, Sun Mingsheng would never use them easily. If he wanted to unleash the power of the black-striped ants, he should at least expand the population tenfold to more than 10,000.

"Buzz, buzz," the black-striped ants formed a small black cloud in the sky. Under Sun Mingsheng's command, they split into two and fought back against the two pursuing monks.

Six fire beads each followed closely behind, preparing for a desperate counterattack to teach the two monks an unforgettable lesson. The souls of two monster beasts were also lingering beside them.

But compared to the previous fierceness and energy, the soul now has turned pale white, and it is in a constant state of shaking, less than half of what it was when it was completely victorious.

Judging from the current situation, if they continue to suffer heavy losses during the battle, I am afraid that the souls of the two monster beasts will disappear completely.

Although it will not have much backlash on the monks themselves, on the one hand, refining the souls of monster beasts is a valuable resource, and it will also delay their future promotion to the third level of foundation building.

Unless they are forced to do so, monks who practice the "Fire Soul Control Art" will never be willing to do this.

"They actually know how to control spiritual beasts. These monks from small families really don't understand the principle of specialization and excellence." The disabled monk's face was full of contempt when facing the incoming black-striped ants.

The wooden stick hovering in the air hit the black-striped ant colony hard, and suffered a sudden heavy blow. The few black-striped ants exploded, almost turning a small starry sky into blood red.

Although the other skinny monk was not as relaxed, he still firmly blocked the black-striped ants and was unable to advance even half an inch.

The disabled monk relied on his only leg to turn into a welcome and quickly approached him. As he approached, the hair on the top of his head stood up like steel needles, straight away from his scalp and stabbed at Sun Mingsheng. This kind of There is no way to avoid the indiscriminate attack, and the densely packed hairpins make people's hearts go numb.

These hair needles may seem inconspicuous, but since they can be used at the critical moment that determines victory or defeat, their power must be considerable.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng had used all his methods, except for a flaming blade that was waving crazily in front of him, like a spinning top.

But when faced with thousands or even more needles, some of them were unable to do what they wanted. Not only did they fail to keep these needles out, but the Fiery Blade itself also suffered heavy losses under its successive attacks. Holes of various sizes appeared on it.

This first second-level low-grade spiritual weapon, which had been borrowed from the family treasury since the beginning of Sun Mingsheng's promotion to the foundation-building stage, was declared completely destroyed.

"With your blood, I will pay tribute to my third brother's soul in heaven, and stay with him on the road to hell." The disabled monk only had a thin layer of down on his head, and he looked even more ferocious.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng can be said to have gone all out and all means have been used. At this time, except for some remaining defensive masks, there is nothing else to resist. He can only watch the remaining hair needles quickly. Moving forward, appearing in front of you, there is an unwilling look in your eyes, which is full of desire for the road and life.

At the same time, a look of reluctance flashed away, and a mana in the dantian was ready to move, preparing to rush into the two foundation-building pills at the last moment and burn them together.

"If you want to kill the monks of my Sun family, don't you two Taoists feel that they are somewhat powerless?" At the last moment, a gentle voice appeared from around them.

An earth-yellow light shield directly covered Sun Mingsheng completely in it, and the hair needle that directly destroyed the Fiery Blade had no other effects except a tremor.

Two figures, a man and a woman, followed closely behind. Their auras were quite strong. It was Sun Shengyuan and Sun Shengmei, the only two middle-stage foundation-building monks from the family who joined forces.

"This life is finally saved and safe." Seeing the two family elders arriving at the most critical moment, Sun Mingsheng, who had been in a tense state, suddenly relaxed and felt his eyes go dark, and he entered the depths again. In coma.

It’s just that the coma this time is completely different from the previous one. The last time he fought with the liger, he was seriously injured and comatose. This time, he fainted from exhaustion. He only needed to rest for a period of time. There was not much for the monk himself. influence, and also has some benefits for stimulating one's own potential.

"The idea is prickly, but the wind is blowing hard." The disabled monk is also a master who adapts to the wind. Otherwise, it would be impossible to rely on intercepting and killing caravans to earn practice resources, and still be able to enjoy such a long period of time.

At this time, seeing the situation of the battle reversed, two lively and powerful reinforcements appeared on the other side. Naturally, knowing that they were losing, they would not continue to fight.

During this period of pursuit, the two of them were more or less injured, and their energy and spirit were not at their peak, and had declined to a certain extent.

The main mission of Sun Shengyuan and Sun Shengmei was to rescue Sun Mingsheng, so they did not continue the pursuit to prevent the dog from jumping over the wall.

The family's current strength is limited, and we must not allow more conflicts to break out in such unnecessary battles. If one or two people are lost and the family's strength is affected, it will be a real loss, and it may even become the Zhao family. Generally miserable.