These eighteen skeletons seem ordinary, but they are all extraordinary. Cheng Xianhai's battle axe slashed on the skeletons of those skeletons. If it was cut on the head, it would make a loud noise. If it was cut on the body, the skeleton would turn into a black smoke and disappear and reappear. However, their attacks are still difficult to deal with. The weapons in their hands are also transformed by black smoke, and they also have the ability to illusion. Cheng Tianhai was chopped with an axe, and the skin of steel was eroded away. The powerful body was as fragile as a porcelain doll in front of these skeletons. He was surprised and cried, "These turtle sons want to get it. , It's hard to deal with! Girl Chu, what are you doing, don't use that." Chu Yingwan replied angrily: "Did you see that I am also busy?" She was busy dealing with the poisonous scorpion. This poisonous scorpion was not domesticated from a monster beast, but a poison refined from a monster beast. The 10,000-year history of the Mos is actually a history of the tigers. First, they worked as shepherds for the Orcs, and later they voted for the Austrians and became the watchdogs for the Austrians. They did not gain independent status until the destruction of the Austrians. This ability to refine poison was a method obtained from the Austrian people when they were making dogs for the Austrian people, and it was also a method that was abandoned by the Austrian people. Because refining this poison itself will corrode your body and make your body weak. The Austrians are inherently fragile beings. Naturally, it is impossible to like this method, but the powerful physique of the Mozu can resist. Whether it is a skeleton or a poisonous scorpion, they are all products under this system, and the price paid is the same, which is to weaken the body. Because of this, although these temple priests possessed a powerful and weird spell-casting power, they also lost the powerful physique of the mob. The greatest significance of their existence is to make up for the regret of insufficient power of the mob source. Precisely because it is to fill up regrets, although the temple sacrifices are powerful, they are never invincible. Fighting power alone is far from enough to suppress opponents-they need the protection of a large number of fighters. In the absence of fighters, their fragile bodies will become their fatal flaws. So at this moment after Cheng Xianhai called, although Chu Yingwan was busy in her mouth, she didn't slow down under her hands. She took out something. That is a handful of sand. After taking out the sand, Chu Yingwan actually dumped it on her head, and saw the sand roll down, quickly covering her body, and then collapsed like a pile of sand without a trace. However, the face of the great priest was obviously horrified. He opened his mouth and yelled for a few words, without knowing what he was saying, he saw that the group of eighteen skeletons had turned and rushed towards the sacrifice. But it was still a step too late. Behind the big sacrifice, Chu Yingwan's figure appeared quietly out of nothing, and the two priests beside him pointed at the back of the big sacrifice and shouted at the same time, but the big sacrifice froze there as if completely ignorant. No, he was moving, but he was moving extremely slowly. Chu Yingwan raised the gun in her hand and sighed: "I didn't want to use the sand at this time, but it won't be easy to deal with you otherwise. That's it." She said that she handed out the silver joint gun and pierced it into the heart of the sacrifice. . The high priest moved slowly as if not aware of it, trying to free herself from Chu Yingwan's grasp. But all these efforts are in vain. Chu Yingwan pierced three more shots, hitting his cervical spine and tail vertebra, cutting off his life source, destroying his aura, and destroying his normal. These three are the key points of the great sacrifice. One reserved place has the opportunity to regenerate. However, Chu Yingwan's shots are precise and harsh, and none of the three key points is overlooked. At this time, the shackles of the sand finally ended, and the action of the big sacrifice suddenly started, and it was out of Chu Yingwan's control. Chu Yingwan didn't pursue him either, just staring at him coldly: "You are dead." The sacrificial body moved, with a horrified look, he wanted to turn his head to look at Chu Yingwan, but only listened to the sound of Kerala, a head. Has fallen down. At this time, the eighteen skeletons ran to the side of the sacrifice. Following the death of the sacrifice, they howled together and fell into black smoke. An angry scream sounded, it was the remaining two priests desperately trying their best. Amid their shouts, a large group of figures rushed towards them from the temple. These are all temple guards, and there are also a large number of special professionals cultivated by special means. "Do you play gang fights? I like it the most." Chu Yingwan said lightly. With a raised hand, the warriors of the Blue Mountain Camp had greeted the temple guards and killed them. The flash of iron and blood once again lit up the night sky of this city. "The Sand of Time..." Su Chen murmured in his mouth watching the scene of Chu Yingwan killing the great sacrifice. The Sand of Time is a very rare treasure. Its characteristics are just like the ones shown earlier, and it can affect oneself and opponents from the time level. The temple ritual has always been the most terrifying existence in the tribe. In terms of strength, the chieftain is often inferior. Chu Yingwan and the others dared to challenge because of the sand at this time. First wait for the eighteen skeleton guards of the big sacrifice to be dispatched, and then approach the sudden killer with the sand of time. Even if there is no skeleton guard, the big sacrifice has other methods, but the stagnation from the time level makes it difficult for him to use the sky-reaching methods. His own vitality is limited and his ability to resist attacks is weak. As a result, Chu Yingwan will kill him with a single blow. If it was replaced by a warchief, Chu Yingwan would not be able to even make a heavy injury in the same short period of time. It is a pity that the sand at this time is a consumable treasure, and it is never used. Su Chen also took a pity to take a look, and then walked into the temple—the guards in the temple came out, and now is a good time to sweep the temple. This is a simple and simple stone palace. The buildings of the Mo people are always full of primitive atmosphere. Even after tens of thousands of years of development, they still live like primitive society. For them, this is tradition, and tradition gives them strength. The original tribal temple was regarded as the most heavily defended place in the tyrannical territory, but now, under the attack of the human army, all the strict defenses have become meaningless. The guards of the temple were caught in a deadly battle, and the temple itself became a hole in which no one could stop Su Chen from entering. Directly entering the hall from the main entrance, Su Chen saw some human soldiers fighting against the mob guards in the hall. Because the human sergeant had an absolute advantage, Su Chen didn't pay much attention to it, and went to the other side by detour. After leaving the hall, Su Chen came to a garden. Although the mobs are vulgar, there are still many good things in their temple gardens. The three fruits, Huang Ting Shen, Thousand Chance Red Lotus, Yuhuolongcao, etc., are rare and rare resources. However, in the face of these resources, Su Chen didn't even want to take another look, and walked straight forward. For him, although these things are valuable, they are still valuable. Only knowledge is priceless and is the most worthy of his pursuit. What's more, if he doesn't pick it up, the sergeants behind will also pick it up, and looking at the mighty army, there is no pharmacist stronger than him, so these things will eventually get in his hands.