Mortal Immortal Gourd

Seeing the surging rebels, Er Gouzi was not afraid.

But the other side had three foundation-building cultivators, so they could not deal with them.

Facing the three foundation-building cultivators who were coming aggressively, and the black mass of rebels.

Everyone looked solemn, and even prepared to die in this battle.

Sima Yi's silver hair moved without wind, and his red eyes exuded a strange and bloodthirsty murderous light.

The black eyeball that was calm and rational in the past began to be covered with red bloodshot at this time.

There were thousands of people in Shekou, but only Ji Cang remained calm and composed.

At this moment, he stood alone on a piece of stone, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if he was disdainful of the rebels.

That expression was even more proud than the goose.

Er Gouzi had already landed behind Ji Cang at this time, reminding him loudly.

"Brother Ji, it's almost enough. Those are three foundation-building masters!"

He was really worried about Ji Cang. If he continued to pretend, he would get into trouble.

"Master? Where are the masters?"

Ji Cang looked forward with his eyes slanted.

"Are you talking about the three fools in the sky?"

"They are just selling their heads!"

Ji Cang's voice was neither light nor heavy, and it happened to be heard by the three foundation-building monks in the sky.

The three of them immediately felt extremely ashamed and humiliated. Since they had established their foundation, they had been respected everywhere, and had never been despised like this.

"You yellow-mouthed child!"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

"You are courting death!"

The three of them rushed towards Ji Cang from different angles at the same time, and they were already preparing powerful spells in their hands.

The foundation-building monks did not fly themselves, but only flew into the sky by controlling the magic tools.

This will lead to a problem. Most of the monks are not very wealthy.

It is good to have a magic weapon in your hand, but if you step on a flying sword, you will have no weapon to fight with.

Therefore, the battles between all the foundation-building monks are still standing on the ground, controlling the magic weapon to fight.

This not only saves magic weapons, but also saves magic power, and exerts all the strength.

Fighting in the sky will reduce their combat power.

The three foundation-building monks were despised and humiliated by Ji Cang in front of the enemy and our army.

At this moment, flying in the sky, with anger, all of them are powerful magic spells that they are good at, vowing to make Ji Cang completely disappear in one blow.

"Go to hell!"

A fire dragon spell, a fire dragon appeared out of thin air, with a hot breath, and pounced on Ji Cang.

A giant spell, a huge cone fell from the sky.

A golden sword, with a dazzling light, stabbed towards this side.

The powerful spell cast by the foundation-building expert, even from a distance, can feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

Er Gouzi was originally standing behind Ji Cang, and when he felt this strong sense of oppression, he quickly retreated more than ten feet to the back.

"Brother Ji, it's almost done, take it easy!"

Er Gouzi was far away, and he was worried about Ji Cang.

But Ji Cang ignored it at this moment, still looking up at the sky, with one hand behind his back.

He raised one hand lightly, bent three fingers, and flicked his fingers three times at the three foundation-building masters in front of him.

As he flicked his fingers, three small spots of light flew out from his fingertips.

The light spots that popped out from the fingertips were as small as green beans, and looked ordinary, without the strong aura of the foundation-building spell.

The three light spots were as fast as meteors, and they flashed away in a flash. Those with poor eyesight could not even see them, and the light spots had already sunk into the bodies of the three foundation-building masters.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

"Pah..."

The three foundation-building masters who were just showing off their power in the sky and felt that they were invincible.

At this moment, they fell to the ground like dead dogs, and they died without even having the chance to say a harsh word.

As for the three powerful spells they cast, after they died, they turned into spiritual energy in the air and disappeared without a trace.

These three powerful foundation-building monks came with great fanfare and vigor, but died silently, like dead dogs.

The ending was too unexpected, and no one expected it to be like this.

In everyone's imagination, it must be a tragic fight between foundation-building monks, and the majority will win in the end.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Ji Cang's powerful move shocked everyone instantly.

Even the people in Shekou didn't know that this young man who usually liked to eat chili and gave candy to his children was so powerful.

As for the county magistrate, the old guy was sweating in his heart, not knowing how such a strong master could appear.

As for the owner of the Ding family, he was already lucky that he stopped early and didn't jump out to expose his identity.

"County lord, the victory is determined, I will take my people back first, just in time for spring plowing, go back and plant the land first."

The owner of Ding didn't dare to be too conspicuous in front of Ji Cang, so he said goodbye to the county magistrate and left with his people.

Er Gouzi only reacted at this time.

"Brother Ji, you are so powerful, are you healed?"

"Cough..."

Ji Cang coughed lightly, still maintaining the goose-like standing posture, which is the pride of the winner.

"There is a huge difference between foundation building and foundation building. These idiots are worthy of being called foundation building."

Ji Cang's words showed his disdain for those foundation building cultivators.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and whispered in Er Gouzi's ear: "Help me."

Only then did Er Gouzi realize that Ji Cang had been in this position, motionless, not for the sake of looking good, but for the sake of not being able to do so.

He hurried forward to hold up one of Ji Cang's arms, and Ji Cang took advantage of the situation and put all his weight on Er Gouzi.

In order to prevent others from seeing his true and false, Er Gouzi remained calm and helped him walk to the back to rest.

"Brother Ji, take a rest, and then it's up to me!"

Er Gouzi arranged for Ji Cang to pick up the bodies of the three foundation-building monks, then rode on the goose again and flew towards the rebels.

Without the interference of the foundation-building monks, he could do whatever he wanted in the whole sky.

He rubbed his head, sprinkled pepper water, and even the goose pooped a few times to help him.

After being tossed around by him, the rebels below had already been defeated, and the people of Shekou formed a military formation, followed closely behind, and killed them.

The rebels were so bad that they had to drop their weapons and run away holding their heads.

Er Gouzi flew in the sky, and the teams on the ground formed a formation to chase and kill for several miles.

Just when he was about to end it, he saw another rebel army in front of him.

Er Gouzi thought it was not good. Ji Cang was weak and obviously could not do it.

Among the rebels on the opposite side, he had seen two foundation-building monks chasing him with flying swords.

Unexpectedly, after this period of development, there were already so many foundation-building monks in other counties.

These two foundation-building monks obviously targeted his geese and directly drove the flying swords to chase him.

He could escape for a while now, but Shekou could not escape, and there were still dozens of geese left, and they might not escape either.

They were all his hard-earned family property.

There was no way to retreat, so he had to face the difficulties.

Er Gouzi took out a medicine bottle, which contained about ten pills, which mutated into pink Peiyuan Pills.

"Open your mouth, goose."

"Let's fight."

He patted the goose's neck and poured several pills into its mouth.

After several mutated pills entered its stomach, the goose's eyes instantly turned red.

"Ga ga..."

The goose stretched its neck and cried to the sky.

"Ga ga... ga ga..."

All the geese on the snake's mouth flew into the sky and flew over here.

After a few breaths, Er Gouzi rode a goose in front, followed by a group of people behind him, mighty and powerful.

"The man on the opposite side, as long as you hand over the spirit beast goose, you can be spared from death."

"I advise you not to destroy yourself!"

In the eyes of the two foundation-building monks, these geese are already their private property, and they don't want to hurt the geese in the battle.

Er Gouzi has always been willing to sacrifice his life but not his money. He had already pulled out the door panel sword from his back.

He modified and recast the sword. It now weighs two hundred pounds, is three feet and eight inches long, and four inches wide.

"Two straw bags who are building their foundation dare to be so arrogant."

Er Gouzi didn't learn Ji Cang's tricks, but he should learn a little to encourage himself.

"You don't know how to live or die."

The two foundation-building monks said, casting spells in their hands.

At this time, the goose under Er Gouzi's crotch had just eaten a large amount of deteriorated pills, and was extremely excited, feeling that he had endless energy.

Before Er Gouzi gave the order, the goose had already rushed towards the opposite foundation-building monk.

The goose was extremely fast. Before the opposite monk could cast his spell, the goose had already pounced in front of him.

At this moment, the giant sword in Er Gouzi's hand emitted a two-zhang sword light, slashing at a foundation-building cultivator.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Er Gouzi's sword light collided with the magic that the foundation-building cultivator had just cast, and the light was shining.

After the attack, the goose had passed by the foundation-building cultivator and was more than ten feet away.

The two sides fought for the first time, and the goose's feathers were messy. Er Gouzi was still riding on the goose's back, his arms trembling slightly, and the giant sword in his hand was dim.

Just now, it was just a touch of the magic cast by the opponent.

"Gaga..."

"Gaga..."

After Er Gouzi flew over on the goose, dozens of geese behind him also swarmed towards the two foundation-building cultivators.

Use wings to flap, legs to kick, and mouths to bite.

At this moment, on the ground, because Er Gouzi was restrained, the rebels were numerous and were fighting with the Shekou team.