"Take a 100,000-volt shot from your grandfather!"
The King of Magic stood on Qin Ze's head, and a thunderbolt hit the back of the big bird, but it only scraped it.
The magician watched with relish: "Master King of Magic, stop scraping."
The King of Magic had a black face: "Not even a bit of fun."
Once upon a time, he was the strongest output in the version.
The Devourer opened his huge mouth in the abyss of his abdomen, and returned all the attacks that he had just blocked, and the big bird's phantom was blasted through.
The Dark Bird spread its wings and came, retracting the phantom, and chopped down heavily with its long arms.
Qin Ze held the sword box lady in the middle two hands and fought against the Dark Bird.
The lower hand fired death rays crazily.
The uppermost spiritual arm punched at the speed of light.
Although the spirit body cannot cause physical damage, each punch contains a mental attack.
After all, Mingque is a real god. Although his "spiritual fist" cannot attack him at a lower dimension, it is like a buzzing mosquito, which annoys him endlessly.
Qin Ze and Mingque exchanged opinions fiercely face to face, and neither of them could do anything to the other for a while.
Mingque grinned: "What's the matter? You are panting, and your breath is weakening."
The explosion process of the three-second real man is an upward arc.
At this time, Qin Ze's strength has passed the peak and started to decline.
Mingque kept outputting trash talk: "That's it? It's going to be gone in just a short while."
"What did I say before?"
"A cripple is a cripple!"
Qin Ze gulped down a tank of life essence and forcibly prolonged the time of a real man.
He ignored the other party's trash talk and kept maintaining his own rhythm.
Seeing this, the magician sighed: "Waste! Such a waste!"
"Let me deal these life essences, I will definitely deal a big one!"
The Lord of Mist said lightly: "If you turn the pretty god into a chicken, it will be fun."
The magician immediately retorted: "Why do you slander her innocence? I can't always draw my transformation spell!"
When the Dark Bird and Qin Ze were fighting fiercely, the two big birds appeared in his body from time to time and launched sneak attacks on Qin Ze.
Brother Devourer was on guard the whole time. As long as the big bird's phantom was exposed, Brother Devourer would appear at the corresponding position and give the opponent a blow.
When the Dark Bird saw Brother Devourer, who was always fleeting on Qin Ze's body like the big bird, he murmured: "Interesting."
He found that he could not see through Qin Ze more and more. What trump card did the other party have?
呖——
A cry resounded through the sky again, and countless evil birds with smaller and more exquisite bodies flew out of the Dark Bird's body.
They surrounded the Dark Bird, densely packed, blocking out the sun and sky, forming a very special area.
The flock of birds made a noisy chirping sound, constantly attacking Qin Ze's spiritual sea of consciousness.
At the same time, they would explode, constantly blooming on Qin Ze's body, attracting his attention.
The clones in the local area network were furious when they saw this.
"Show your face! No martial ethics!"
"You are the only one who has a little brother, right? Brothers, come on!"
"Great! Finally, I have a chance to taste saltiness and sweetness!"
"The Pretty God is the only true God, kneel down and sing Conquer!"
"For the Lord God, follow me and give my heart!"
"..."
The clones used Qin Ze as a springboard and jumped onto the Dark Bird one after another.
"Patrick is art!"
The next second, miniature mushroom clouds rose from the Dark Bird.
Some even jumped onto the face of the Dark Bird, directly hitting the flying grass.
Although the damage was not high, the insult was full.
Mingque didn't quite understand.
Whether it was a big bird or a flock of birds, they were all transformed by his power, not real life.
But he clearly felt the pulse of life from the ants that kept jumping on him, and these ants were all living people.
"Who of us is the strange god?"
Mingque asked a soulful question.
Even the strange god was not as evil as Qin Ze, who made so many believers explode meaninglessly.
However, what Mingque didn't know was that at this moment, the LAN was happier than the New Year.
"Everyone look at me, I'm in his nostrils!"
"Okay, okay! Attack from the inside."
"So this is what the strange god tastes like, not salty or bland, and the taste is very ordinary."
"He is too big, we have to work together to attack the vital points."
"I have a plan, everyone follow me to make a strategic shift downwards!"
"Get up, it's my turn to play!"
"..."
The clones had a lot of fun playing with Mingque.
Mingque was annoyed to death.
He called back the flock of birds and began to clean the lice on his body.
For a moment, the birds were exploding, and the clones were exploding.
Qin Ze and Mingque were covered with sparks of fire from the explosion.
"You guys are too slow, watch me make the first surprise attack on my second brother!"
One of the clones went around Mingque's neck and prepared to attack quickly from here.Descending, it reached the seven inches of the Dark Bird.
However, when he looked down, he found something unusual.
There was a very clear blood line on the spine of the Dark Bird, and both sides were densely extended like centipede legs.
At first glance, it felt like a wound that had just been sutured.
The clone was overjoyed: "I seem to have found the enemy's weakness! Watch me get the first kill!"
As soon as the voice fell, the clone slid down along the spine line.
When it slid to the waist, the clone decisively exploded.
The Dark Bird was not affected at all, and he didn't even feel it at all.
Through the clone's perspective, Qin Ze also noticed the "shrimp line" of the Dark Bird.
No wonder the Dark Bird always faced the enemy head-on, preferring to resist the injury head-on rather than dodge.
Because doing so would expose the line behind him.
"In that case..."
Qin Ze suddenly gave up the attack and crashed into the arms of the Dark Bird, and six arms tightly clamped him.
The Dark Bird was confused and fired the energy cannon at Qin Ze's face, blasting Qin Ze's back into a bloody mess.
Even so, Qin Ze had no intention of letting go.
The Dark Bird grinned and said, "So you are so eager to merge with me, then I will fulfill your wish."
As soon as the words fell, the flesh on the four wings of the Dark Bird faded, and sharp bone spurs pierced Qin Ze's head and heart.
But what the Dark Bird did not notice at this time was that Brother Devouring jumped out from Qin Ze's shoulder, holding a bone sword in his hand and stabbing it into the back of his neck.
Qin Ze and Brother Devouring exchanged roles.
This time, it was Qin Ze who bought Brother Devouring time for the "kill".
Brother Devouring shouted, holding the bone sword in his right hand and moving it down, and the "shrimp line" was picked up, revealing the blood-red spine inside.
Before the Dark Bird could explode Qin Ze's head, his body suddenly leaned back.
He wanted to reach out and press Brother Devouring to death, but Qin Ze kept exerting force and did not let up.
"You have indigestion."
A playful look appeared on Qin Ze's lips.
On the blood-red spine, the gaseous master was attached.
Two arms stretched out from behind Qin Ze again, fiercely piercing the exposed spine of the Dark Bird.
For the first time, the Dark Bird showed panic, and the flock of birds bombarded Qin Ze wildly, and the two big birds bit like crazy.
Qin Ze broke an arm, but still had no intention of letting go: "You are called the Immortal Bird, right? You must die today!"
Ka--
The Emperor Engine started, and the Dark Bird's spine was broken into three pieces by Qin Ze.