My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

Ling Qingjue's two daughters kept flying north.

During this time, they saw refugees fleeing south.

I also saw the military formations and knights walking north.

There is also a horse-drawn carriage that travels slowly northward like an outing.

But they didn't bother.

150 miles, no, it should be said that 110 miles did not fly long, they have already arrived.

Now the beast tide has advanced another 40 miles, and the villages and towns in the meantime can be imagined.

When they arrived, the beast tide was attacking in a steady stream.

After a spring and summer of reproduction, the birds and beasts are all fat and round, and they are fully pressed by the human garrison.

The temporary high walls of the county town have been overrun by wild beasts.

Everywhere there were roars and shouts of beasts, blood splattered, and the stumps of humans and beasts were everywhere.

Seeing this, Ling Qingjue stood in the air.

Mobilize the spiritual power, gather it at the fingertips, and form a rich spiritual light that lingers endlessly.

Then she pointed downward, and suddenly the swirling spiritual light turned into a thin line in the sky under her divine sense, like a peacock opening the screen.

In Zhao Hongying's gradually widening Danfeng's eyes, the soldiers and chivalrous men who bypassed the human race shot quickly towards those beasts who were committing murder in the city.

How could these ordinary beasts resist the spiritual power thread that Ling Qingjue overcontrolled, and they would die when they touched it, and they were all silent after a while.

Then Ling Qingjue did not shy away from landing on the city wall with Zhao Hongying.

didn't pay attention to the stunned garrison around the city, Chong was still stunned Zhao Hongying and said:

"You help defend the city wall first, and I'll deal with the beast tide outside the city."

"Oh... Well.

Zhao Hongying stood on the city wall with a spear, and she didn't react.

But the beast that leaped up from below made her clench the silver spear in her hand and stab it.

"Poof."

The beast, which had just roared hideously, lay quietly on the floor.

Zhao Hongying pulled out the silver spear, threw out the beast blood, and rushed towards the demon beast that jumped onto the city wall.

The dull eyes of the blood-stained garrisons all around were in and out, and there was no enemy.

Ling Qingjue watched Zhao Hongying slowly enter the state and flew out directly.

In the face of the rolling beast tide, he was suspended in the void and ran the Purple Sky Thunder Fire Technique.

The breeze floats, the clothes fly, and the three thousand green silks fly with the wind.

His hands were sealed on his chest in the shape of fire, and in an instant, a red light appeared all around his body, and the fire was spiritually violent.

Drink softly.

"Sparks!"

This is a range attack technique in the Purple Sky Thunder Fire Technique.

The hands pressed down, and three sparks were scattered from them, floating like feathers towards the herd below.

It's just that the extremely hot fire spirit coercion contained in the dreamlike spark made the beasts that had been attacking all the time pause.

Among them, several demon beasts that were obviously larger in size turned around and fled.

But it was too late, and Mars exploded halfway through with a "bang" sound.

It turned into three heavenly fire tornadoes, covering the entire beast tide and sweeping away in the distance in a fan shape.

The sky was full of red flames, and the light was overflowing, and everything in its path had been reduced to ashes.

The few beasts that were not covered were also frightened, and they fled for their lives.

Zhao Hongying's calm shot stabbed the last beast on the city wall to death, looking at the red light outside the city, the heat wave was steaming and couldn't help but feel smacked.

Just now she was still complacent about becoming stronger, but what kind of immortal method is this, this is too foul.

Ling Qingjue saw the rest of the beasts retreat and slowly withdrew his spiritual power.

The pillar of fire gradually dissipated, leaving three scorched black wounds thousands of feet long on the earth.

Looking at the sparks scattered in the sky, I felt the power of this spell a little.

It is probably comparable to the fire thunder bead that Zhang Yuan used before.

"Is it the power of the late foundation building?"

She was quite satisfied with this spell, although she used her power to reach the late stage of foundation building, but after all, it was a large-scale spell of the continuous type.

Qing Xiaowei is already very good, and even if a real person in the Jindan period is accidentally caught in the fire tornado, it will be a death if it is not done, after all, the duration of the spell is long.

Of course, there will be no Jindan real person who sees the huge fire tornado and rushes in.

The main thing is that this spark is only the lowest level of power in the Zixiao Thunder Fire Technique.

Well, saying so much just to prove that her 8,000 contribution points are not wronged.

Woo T_T

but the power of the shot will have to be controlled a little in the future.

There are so many beasts and demon beasts, how many meals can be eaten, and they have all turned to ashes.

And the soldiers on the city wall watched all this blankly.

Held?

They were still fighting bloodily just now, and they didn't react for a long time.

Until in a "Immortal Elder is coming, kneel down!" Only then did he come back to his senses.

One by one, they all put down the weapons they were holding tightly, supported their heavy bodies, knelt down on one knee to the figure floating outside the city, and bowed their heads willingly.