dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Chapter 1416

Let Youying stay away from the battlefield with her little diploma again, Faceless Jiejie smiled strangely and made the Buddha of tears fall towards Panhu.

Seeing this, Patriarch Quanfeng, who wanted to support his own people, hurriedly stopped to deal with the second demon lord.

In this way, the rest of the kobolds will be miserable.

The Kuafu family has been famous for fighting in ancient times, and they are like the Hulk Loki against ordinary kobolds.

Grab it and smash it to the ground.

The entire battlefield was instantly filled with the screams of Quan Feng.

If there is only an individual gap, the kobolds can still make up for it by virtue of their numbers.

In the vast prairie, there are many examples of wild dogs besieging and killing large beasts.

But the bad thing is that there are two shaman priests in the Kuteng tribe.

Among them, the clan elder is still the first-generation Seven Blood Shaman.

An ancient shaman of this level already has the strength equivalent to that of a sky witch.

It's just that their strength lies in support, not in fighting themselves.

I saw the elder of the Kuteng tribe take the unknown ashes handed over by the tribe, and kept floating in the air.

"Great ancestor undead, please lower the heavy fog to cover the evil eyes."

As the "spell" was completed, a thick fog instantly melted in the entire valley.

It's so thick that you can't see your fingers.

Under the heavy fog, even Patriarch Panhu was affected, but not much.

It is probably equivalent to suddenly getting [-] degrees of myopia.

Even if Panhu is like this, ordinary kobolds are even more miserable: they are equivalent to directly suffering from thousands of degrees of myopia plus astigmatism, plus very serious cataracts.

In short, compared with the blind man, he lacks a stick to find the way...

The only ones that were not affected were the warriors of the Kuteng tribe.

They are still killing happily.

In this way, the kobold who was already beaten up will be even more miserable, and the damage will be countless in a short time.

Seeing this, Panhu was desperate to be smashed on his shoulder by the Buddha of Tears, and wanted to get rid of the "entanglement" of the ghost Buddha, and rushed towards the big shaman with a whistling sound.

The first iron rule of the battlefield in ancient times was to kill the opponent's shaman first.

An army with a shaman and an army without a shaman are simply not the same.

"Seven Blood Shaman, you and I are both from ancient times, and we finally escaped from that catastrophe, why bother to make things difficult for each other!"

"If you are willing to surrender to my ancestor today, not only will you not be blamed for the past, but you can also be canonized as the high priest of the dog and enjoy the worship of the whole country!"

Panhu persuaded him to surrender because he saw that the Kuteng tribe had no masters and no one could stop him.

After all, a big shaman is too important for any force.

That is to say, people in the small courtyard "don't take bean buns as dry food", and treat a good big shaman as an ordinary old man and raise them in the mountains.

But also because of this, the elder Kuteng clan always held his breath in his heart.

As an "old antique" that has existed for thousands of years, he is well aware of the ways of the world:

There is no bowl of rice that will support idlers for a long time, let alone the golden rice bowl of the royal family!

So for this day, the old man is fully prepared.

For myself, but also for the tomorrow of the tribe!

It was with this mentality that the clan elder just sneered when he saw Panhu rushing towards him.

While scattering the ashes in his hands more anxiously, he chanted loudly.

"The ghosts of our ancestors tell us to be brave and fearless!"

"All darkness will eventually pass, and the scorching sun will be rekindled—the Wrath of the Ancestors!"

Wrath of the ancestors, translated into the language of the game, is fury.

Of course, the great shaman didn't bless himself, but "threw" it on the giant cocoon who was rushing towards him.

Under the double blessing of bloodthirsty and rage, the wicked cocoon roared up to the sky, and the white gas emitted was like a train chimney.

His body size also more than doubled.

The always stubborn little Qipi skirt finally couldn't hold on, and it shattered into countless vine leaves with a snap.

Shouyang's copper stick smashed down on Panhu's head with the sound of an arrow piercing through the air.

"In the name of my Kuteng Tribe's second warrior, Yugo Sanyili Stirner, old dog, go to hell!"

Panhu deserved to be unlucky, because he didn't even know that this primitive man with a big bare ass in front of him was uneducated.

Therefore, he didn't pay attention to the wicked cocoon at all, but just blocked the canine-toothed sword at will.

There was only a bang, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Panhu was smashed into the ground like a nail, below the navel.

Even the canine-toothed broadsword was trembling non-stop, showing the astonishment in his master's heart at this moment.

"Manzi, you, how do you have such great strength?!"

"Could it be that you are an uneducated body that is hard to come out in a thousand years?!"

The degree of immorality of the immoral cocoon has become better than before after being influenced by Mr. Chen. Of course, he knows the truth of "beating the dog in the water".

With a flick of his head, the blood of "Kua Fu" showing a height of [-] meters, raised his big feet and stepped on Panhu, which was half exposed.

"Old dog, the second warrior, I will trample you to death!"