Super Small Farmer

Zi Zi Zi~

The thin black thread collided with the small shield, making a tingling sound of the scalp.

Countless fire lights, from the place where the two intersect, keep chasing, like the most beautiful evolution, blooming in the hands of the Son of Doom.

"What shield is that?"

Yang Tao was really puzzled by being able to block his own spatial cutting.

But he didn't stay in the slightest, the whole person had already come around the Saint Child of the Blood Race, and the five-element canopy appeared again, covering the opponent. The five-color divine light kept scouring him, preventing the opponent from reuniting.

"Nima, it's really hard to die, so you can live without death." Yang Tao cursed secretly, making strange marks on his hands, and then he kept hitting the saint son of the blood race.

This is also learned from Thunder, which can close the opponent's five senses.

"Fortunately, there is no such abnormality as the imprint of the fixed body, at least, the cultivation base can still resist."

When Yang Tao hit the first symbol, he felt relaxed in his heart. At the beginning, he was afraid that this symbolic imprint would consume too much, and he could not bear it.

But obviously, I thought about it a lot. This symbolic imprint, the consumption is not so terrible, and it is within a tolerable range.

If it is other times, this symbolic imprint is also a chicken help. But now, it is very useful.

Because after all this, Yang Tao smiled and lightly tapped on the other's body. Suddenly, the doom thunder in his body sprang out from the dark red leaves.

Leaping, as Yang Tao was a finger, it slipped into the body of the Saint Child of the Blood Race.

"Doom Thunder?! Damn, this...what the **** is going on?!" The blood saint screamed in horror subconsciously, because he felt that the vitality in his body was constantly being melted by Doom Thunder.

"What's the matter? Why can't I speak!"

The saint child of the blood race was shocked and noticed this terrifying situation.

"No, how dark is before my eyes."

"Why can't I feel any smell..."

"Damn it, even if it's my spiritual sense, how can I not use it! I don't even have any feelings..."

Going crazy, the saint son of the blood race panicked in his heart. At this moment, I was like a headless fly, unable to do anything unexpectedly.

Do not!

His body can still be used, but he is a blind, deaf, and untouched person. In this way, even if it is able to move, what is the use? !

"What's wrong with the Saint Son of Blood?"

The Son of Doom frowned. Everyone saw that the Son of Blood opened his mouth and roared continuously, but there was no sound.

It's like a fake call!

Moreover, he was constantly dancing with his hands, and the two parts of the body were constantly bumping. But the other party didn't even stop the rhythm at all, instead it became more intense.

"No, his body is actually beginning to decompose?!"

Someone took a deep breath and discovered a terrifying reality.

"Yang Tao, what did you do to him?!" The Son of Doom was cold in his heart, and there was a trace of panic across his eyes.

What is the situation, does Yang Tao still have any evil magical powers? But how is this possible? I have never heard anyone talk about it.

The few symbols just now, I have never seen or heard of them, but at this moment, the heart of the Son of Doom has a sense of awe.

Even if I think about it at this moment, I will feel this way.

"That symbol is weird. You..."

"You hammer, do you think Lao Tzu will tell you? Hmph, Lao Tzu said before, don't force me, I'm going to get angry, and I will tremble."

Yang Tao's eyes rolled a few times, presumably opening his mouth proudly.

Even, he himself left the saint son of the blood race and shot directly at the village on the side. Watching silently like this, the saint son of the blood race was constantly shaking all by himself.

"Yang Tao, you..." Murata's voice was trembling. He didn't expect everything to become so fast.

Just now, he was still holding the winning ticket, high above, and able to control the opponent.

But the other party casually took out a magical power again and turned it over directly.

Mura Masa felt hard in his heart and wanted to scold his mother. He really didn't understand, why, the other party has such ability, Yang Tao's bottom line, where is it.

"What are you? Humph, you should be sealed by Lao Tzu obediently, just kill you like this? It's too cheap for you!"

The imprint symbol that was figured out appeared again, without the slightest obstacle, printed on the other party's body. The village was soon caught in the same situation as the Saint Son of the Blood Race.

Yang Tao waved his hand and directly charged Muramasa.

As for the body, it was blown by Yang Tao!

The whole sky is bloody.

Yang Tao was bathed in blood, and with the wounds on himself, his figure was exceptionally stalwart.

"Next, it's you. Haha, those in the dark, I don't think I would dare to take action. Forget it, let me take care of you first. Is that the spokesperson of the God of Doom? Or, this **** was originally your stop Where are the people in?"

"Huh, you guessed too much."

The Son of Doom smiled coldly, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him. Different from the holiness of other people, the wings he condenses are pitch black, like ink.

But above, there are these two silver symbols, which are particularly dazzling.

Shattering~

This time, Yang Tao did not use the power of the Five Elements and the power of Thunder. The other party was clearly prepared, and even the Saint Son of the Blood Race had the means to fight against him, so the Son of Doom was naturally not an exception.

What's more, at this moment the power of doom is surrounded, no matter what method I use, I will be affected by the power of doom.

Fortunately, the power of space is not in this. Moreover, those symbols that were stolen from the Heavenly Tribulation were not affected by the power of doom.

Sisi~

The space cutting constantly appeared around the Son of Doom and harassed him. At this moment, the Son of Doom, holding a small shield and shining wings behind him, was able to completely eliminate the power of the space around him.

It seems that the place where he stands is not in the same space.

"Grandma Di, Lao Tzu's cultivation base is still too low. If the cultivation base is of the same level, where to use such trouble." Yang Tao realized that all of this is affected by the difference in cultivation base.

After all, there is a big gap between himself and the Son of Doom.

"It's useless, these methods of yours are of no effect to me." The Son of Doom walked step by step, as if walking on the other side, not invading all the ways, like a **** coming to the world!

"Look at Lao Tzu's new method, let you know, don't pretend to be forceful in front of Lao Tzu!" Yang Tao gritted his teeth, holding the symbol formed by condensing more than half of the true essence in his hand, suddenly moving toward the doomed son. Push away.

"Huh, it's useless. How can you look up to my strength?" The voice of the Son of Doom is as cold as iron, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

At this moment, he is really like a god, holy and majestic.

But in the next moment, his so expressionless face instantly appeared stunned. Because of his pace, he suddenly stopped...