Super Small Farmer

"Why, this palace doesn't suppress her?"

Ryan still has doubts in his heart, this palace is not simple at all. Strictly speaking, this palace rules the breath of death, otherwise the little boy would not have come to absorb the breath in the futon.

Otherwise, Ryan and others would have ridiculed Mao Xiaoqing before.

Maoshan Taoism must be full of righteousness, and it is natural to fight against this death. According to their understanding, Mao Xiaoqing should have been suppressed directly.

"Yeah, why is that?" Even a member of the Haotian School murmured, feeling very inconceivable.

"The Nine-Character Mantra and the Big Dipper Nine Stars appeared at the same time. How could this palace suppress Mao Xiaoqing? Hmph, I hope now that this palace will not take the initiative to protect Mao Xiaoqing."

The people headed by the Haotian School spoke again, and he was naturally aware of this. The palace is powerful, but as a palace, after all, it does not belong to the thirty-third heaven, or it nearly belonged to it before.

But the nine-character mantra is inherently terrifying. This palace can't be suppressed at all, not to mention that Beidou was originally the master of death.

The power of the Big Dipper Nine Stars itself carries the air of death, how could this palace stop and suppress it.

"I just don't know if the Master's Nan Dou Fa Jue has been born." The person from the Haotian School didn't speak, but there was an extra thought in his heart.

"kill!"

Ryan and Sith burst out countless silver lights from their bodies, turning into a silver ball of light, and charged towards Mao Xiaoqing again.

hum~

Their speed accelerated again. Even the other people around were shocked when they saw it. The blood race was originally good at speed.

Now, their speed is refreshed again. Among the same realm, it is estimated that few people can match them.

Moreover, this is not over yet, none of the other blood races were idle, and they quickly began to assemble a huge formation.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two of them didn't count as bombardment. Every fist was like lightning. It was obviously the air of death, but it was forced to carry a sacred meaning. This makes the people watching feel very entangled.

The long sword in Mao Xiaoqing's hand was shaking, neither humble nor overbearing, and his movements were not necessarily choppy. But at this moment, he still persisted.

The power of the nine-character mantra is still strong. Even most of the fists hit Mao Xiaoqing's body, but the light of the stars was dim and able to block most of the attacks.

"Ding!"

The attacks of Ryan and Sith, like a violent storm, continued continuously. Around Mao Xiaoqing, countless phantoms have appeared, and none of them are constantly waving their fists and smashing towards Mao Xiaoqing.

On one side, the little boy sat cross-legged on the futon, trying his best to absorb the power in the futon. But his complexion is very ugly. Now, he has entered a rather special period.

"Damn it." Mao Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, she could feel that the light outside her body was being consumed rapidly, and her true energy was about to bottom out long ago.

The nine-character mantra is not a trivial matter, and the consumption is extremely terrifying. In addition, she can use two words forcibly, which is already considered a limit.

"Little ancestor, I may not be able to handle it anymore." Mao Xiaoqing knew her situation. If she continued, even if she tried her best to get rid of the two people in front of her, don't forget that there are still hundreds of people in the blood clan, as well as the Haotianzong and the others. Another person.

In such a situation, there is no way to continue.

This is the avatar of the little ancestor, and it took a lot of risk to come here this time, but it will fail in the end.

"It's all right. It's up to people to do it. It doesn't matter if you can't take that step. Moreover, there are other ways to go."

The little boy made a vicissitudes of life sound, and looked very indifferent. But when he looked at Mao Xiaoqing, there was a bit of bitterness in his heart.

"Girl, it's hard for you this time. But don't worry, no matter what, I won't let anything happen to you. You'd better stop!"

Hearing this, Mao Xiaoqing smiled, very calmly: "Little ancestor, you don't need to say more. Even if I really die, it doesn't matter much. As long as Ma Jiani doesn't want to die too Dao Xiao, in the end, I can still come back."

The two of them, their lives intersected, have a special connection. Of course, if you really want to do what Mao Xiaoqing said, then Ma Jiani must cultivate to a terrible level.

It's a pity that even the current little ancestor can't go to that point.

"Girl, don't do stupid things. You..."

"fight!"

Mao Xiaoqing didn't listen to the little boy's words, he slashed with his long sword, and a word protruded from his mouth again.

"Pfft!"

But this time, before the stars in the sky shone, Mao Xiaoqing spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph, your technique is powerful, but your own conditions are limited, so you should force it to operate, and it will be counterproductive." After Ryan saw it, his heart moved, and his face showed joy.

"That's right, even if we don't do it now, you will be seriously injured by this technique in the end. Hmph, you're overreaching." Sith sneered, Qiqi took a few steps back, and did not attack again.

Both of them were very careful in their hearts, worried that Mao Xiaoqing would end up desperate. If you are pulled on your back, it will be a bit of a loss.

"Really? Well, let's try it."

Mao Xiaoqing became ruthless, bursts of dim light suddenly appeared all over her body.

"Soul fire?"

"Damn, is this woman crazy?"

Everyone in Haotian School was slightly taken aback, their faces full of shock.

"Mao Xiaoqing, there's no need to go this far. Anyway, you are also from Maoshan. If you make room, we won't make things difficult for you."

Ryan frowned, not because he was afraid of Mao Shan and Mao Xiaoqing, but because he was really afraid. Mao Xiaoqing really continued to cast that spell, and I don't know how powerful it is.

"fight!"

Mao Xiaoqing was stubborn, how could she not know what these people said? As long as you hold yourself back, in the end, aren't you at the mercy of others?

In the sky, a star began to shine again. But in the end, it suddenly dimmed.

"Little ancestor?!"

Mao Xiaoqing's face was full of doubts, because at this moment, the little boy's hand had already placed his shoulders. The fire of one's own soul, no matter what, cannot be ignited again.

"Little ancestor, but in this way... you..."

Mao Xiaoqing knew how much impact it would have on the little ancestor. She thinks that if she casts the word 'fight', she can resist and intimidate her for a while, maybe there is still hope in the end.

If you can use your own sacrifices to exchange for the little ancestor to go further, it will be a great thing for the entire Maoshan.

"Hehe, don't worry, I don't dare to let you hurt yourself like this, otherwise, that kid will find me desperately. Boy, someone didn't give you face just now."

The little boy smiled slightly, but the words at this moment made everyone confused. Even Mao Xiaoqing didn't guess what it meant.

After half a breath, a ray of light suddenly rushed into everyone's sight...