Making revolvers, I started the era of thermal weapons

Xiao Yang prepared soda melon seeds, intending to learn combat skills, but when he saw that the immortal family was out of school, it was inevitably too primitive.

"How is this battle among immortals like a fight?"

Jin Crow steals peaches to grab chickens, slap them, peck at the eyes with the fiery beak, and scratch the face with the sharp claws, pure hand-to-hand combat.

This can also be understood, after all, it is a demon, and the most powerful reliance is the physical body.

But how many of your twelve immortals of Xuantian Tower mean? What about fairy law? What about sealing? Sacrifice two spiritual light flying swords, the result is to take and cut, the imperial sword to kill the enemy is not fragrant?

Not only that, but also the means of plucking the feathers.

The most like the immortal family, only the first Dharma Formation.

Xiao Yang, who was extremely bored, took out a rocking chair and lay down in the courtyard, looking at the vast sky with both eyes, and began to doubt life.

"You call this immortal fighting method?"

He had been lying there for a month, and these ten golden crows and the twelve Xuantian Tower immortals had not yet divided the victory and defeat, and they were inevitably too evenly matched.

"Is it that the twelve immortals of Xuantian Tower are too strong, or are these twelve golden crows malnourished, why are their paws soft and they haven't eaten?"

Above the starry sky, ten golden crows have already appeared in their original bodies, their bodies are scarred, and the golden crow fire feathers have fallen a lot.

The situation of the twelve immortals of that Xuantian Tower was similar, their robes were torn by the Golden Wuzhen Fire, and there were paw prints on their bodies, and there were traces of the burns of the Golden Wuzhen Fire.

However, the number of the twelve immortals of Xuantian Tower was superior, and the means were emerging one after another, and they had slowly gained the advantage.

"Big brother, these twelve people have something, we can't take them, what should we do?"

The most courageous little golden crow has the most scars on his body, and these people can only draw and can't take it.

The injuries on Jinwu's eldest brother's body were similar to those on Xiaojinwu's, and he said in a deep voice: "Our brothers alone can't cry them."

"Big brother, shall we shake people?" Xiao Jinwu, who was the leader, conspired loudly, "Father Emperor has taught us, why should we single out if we can fight in groups?"

"Tenth brother is right, I will join forces, and together with the golden crow roar, I will summon the clansmen of my golden crow god clan."

Golden Crow Xiao, a unique magical power of the Golden Crow God Clan, can allow information to cross the vast starry sky and return to the ancestral land of the Golden Crow God Clan.

These ten golden crows looked like they had not experienced the severe beatings of society, and they dared to conspire loudly in front of the enemy.

When everyone in Xuantian Tower heard the word shake, they didn't plan to give it a chance.

Who expected that little Jinwu shouted, "You wait first, you twelve people, ten of us, this is not fair, wait for our brother to call the helper first."

"Damn, how do I feel that the hearts of these golden crows are like little dolls."

"You are a little doll, your whole family is a little doll, I have been born for eight hundred years, and my eldest brother is even three hundred and fifty-one years old."

That little Jinwu cursed, he hated people to say that he was a child.

Originally, the people of Xuantian Tower were still wondering if they were bullying children, but now there is no need to doubt, the thousand-year-old Jin Wu is not a child.

Jin Wuxiao needs to spend a lot of effort and cannot be disturbed, otherwise it will interrupt the casting of spells.

Obviously, the twelve immortals of this Xuantian Tower would not give them a chance.

The battle continued, and in this boundless starry sky, fists and feet roared, and stars continued to fall.

After all, the ten little golden crows were no match for these twelve immortals, and the little golden crows were knocked by an immortal from Xuantian Tower and fell to the Xuantian Continent.

The fall of the little golden crow also made the other nine golden crows anxious, and they were all caught alive.

"What to do with these nine miscellaneous birds?" An immortal from Xuantian Tower said.

"They must not be killed, they must have the mark of the Golden Crow God Race on their bodies, and killing them will only cause trouble."

"Aren't the Golden Crow God Clan and the Dragon Clan at war? The last thing that the dragon clan lacks is treasures, wouldn't it be beautiful to exchange these nine golden crows for some treasures? "

Makes sense."

"We don't have extra heaven-avoiding monuments, find a star, seal them on the stars, and make plans after collecting the origin."

The twelve immortals of Xuantian Tower decided the fate of these nine golden crows in a few words.

The eldest brother Jinwu cried: "My tenth brother does not have a heaven-avoiding monument on his body, and if he falls into the mortal world, he will be rejected by the mortal heavenly way, please save him." He

panicked, this time he sneaked out and ran out, if the tenth brother died here, he would not be safe in this life.

Those twelve immortals are watching coldly, as long as the golden crow does not die directly in their hands, then it has nothing to do with them, as for the rest, who cares.

......

The golden crow falls like the sun in the world.

The golden crow fire shone on the earth, roasting the entire Xuantian Continent, the earth cracked, the lake evaporated, like a scene of extinction, the Mahayana monks saw it, and they also felt that they were incomparably small, and their faces were pale and weak.

The golden crow fell into the fan, and with it, there was also the thunder in the sky, and the fairy realm was strong into the mortal, and if there was no heavenly monument, it would be rejected by the heavenly way.

Unless it has become a realm of heavenly immortals, you can ignore this repulsion, not only that, but you can even intimidate this Fang Heavenly Dao in turn, Mo Laozi.

Heavenly Dao is also well-versed in human feelings!

Looking at this falling sun, Xiao Yang only felt that his braincase hurt, how many meanings? Don't mess around in my leek field!

Xiao Yang originally wanted to blast it away with one palm, but the system's proposal was to save Jinwu.

"Why?"

[This golden crow has been rejected by the Heavenly Dao, dying, your palm will directly kill him, kill the people of the Golden Crow God Race, you will be hunted and killed by the Golden Crow God Race in this life]

Hearing this, Xiao Yang put away his right hand, and he was almost about to back the black pot.

This Xuantian Tower is too hateful, beating half dead and falling into the mortal realm, isn't it embarrassing?

You guys wait for me, I'll mine Lao Tzu in this life!

"Then I won't make a move, okay?"

[No, you have to

save it] [If Jinwu dies in this mortal realm, with the anger of the Jinwu God Clan, this world is gone

] [Respected host, you don't want to be homeless, I'm all for your good]

"Okay, save it, save it."

It's hard to become a big guy, Xiao Yang doesn't want this world to be destroyed. There is indeed a little truth in the system, and the adrift and homeless are the most pitiful.

Seeing that Xiao Yang was so reluctant, the system added another sentence.

[Don't worry, we can knock it well, the Jinwu God Clan is a tyrant among the demons, and knocking it casually is a great fortune]

Hearing this, Xiao Yang can be considered to understand, the person who wants to save Jinwu the most is your gou system, right?

The way I think about it everywhere is completely pinched!

[Shoot, I will shield the heavenly machine for you]

There is a systematic blessing, coupled with Xiao Yang's Earth Immortal cultivation, he reached out and rolled that golden crow into the Hundred Refining Sect, and casually covered the golden crow true fire on his body, otherwise I am afraid that he will burn the Hundred Refining Sect.

[Put it on the Fusang tree, with the care of the Fuso tree, it will get better soon]

The golden crow has appeared in its original form, which was originally a body as large as ten zhang, and was pressed into ten zhang size by the system and thrown under the Fuso tree.

The black chicken on the tree shivered, and this suppression from the bloodline made his chicken feet unstable.

"Master, what is the origin of this big bird, it's so terrible."

"It's just a miscellaneous bird." Xiao Yang said casually.

Miscellaneous birds? Is my black chicken brother even incomparable to a miscellaneous bird? It hurts the chicken so much!

Xiao Yang asked in his heart: "What if the Golden Crow God Clan does not talk about martial virtue and wants to rob the tree?" "

[Don't worry, if they dare to grab it, it will be great]

Eh, how do you feel like déjà vu? Is the system so black?