The handsome old man said: "Extremely cold Bingyan, this thing is very useful to me, sigh, I have never been able to find a good Bingyan, I didn't expect that idiot to make a sacrifice of Bingyan as a sacrifice, I have never seen such a stupid guy, haha , this ice flame belongs to me! I don't know where he got it from." He said another sacrificial treasure.
A small umbrella flew out.
The umbrella-like sacrificial treasure was only the size of a palm when it was shot, and it was very fast, turning and flying to the top of the ice flame.
This kind of sacrificial sacrificial is a special sacrificial sacrificial, not a weapon-shaped attack sacrificial sacrificial, and the small umbrella is not a real umbrella, but the shape of an umbrella. The umbrella surface is crystal white, exuding bursts of cold currents, and there is a smaller umbrella surface under the umbrella surface. This umbrella-shaped sacrificial treasure has a total of two layers of umbrella, the second layer of umbrella is black, you can't see clearly if you don't pay attention.
There is a layer of fine silk-like things wrapped around the umbrella handle, exuding a faint blue brilliance, and the umbrella bones supporting the umbrella surface, each as white as jade bones, are made from the bones of alienated rune beasts.
The umbrella-shaped sacrificial treasure spun slightly above the ice flame, and threads composed of small runes fell down and pierced directly into the ice flame. At this time, the handsome old man took out the spirit killing gun. Just now, with the power of the ghost gun, the outbreak of ice flames was forcibly suppressed, and now it is suppressed by umbrella sacrificial treasures, and the ice flames are forcibly captured.
Jin Longqing is not stupid, he soon found out that he was wrong, and immediately began to compete for Bingyan. It took him a lot of effort to get this ice flame from the secret realm, and then it took him more than ten years to simply sacrifice it into a sacrificial treasure and use it to attack. The power is relatively small. Gun, he will not take out to use.
Umbrella sacrificial treasures are also rank 6, and with a little sacrifice, you can advance to rank 7. In fact, the sacrificial treasures used by the handsome old man used to be seven-level sacrificial sacrificial treasures, but with his fall and the passage of time, these sacrificial treasures also dropped a rank.
And the Bingyan sacrificial treasure did not even reach the third rank, and barely reached the second rank, how could it be compared with the umbrella-shaped sacrificial treasure. Turning the umbrella a little, Jin Longqing felt his soul tremble, so scared that he could only give up. At this time, the handsome old man had already released the lock and concentrated on dealing with the Bingyan sacrificial treasure. He never felt that Jin Longqing was a threat.
Jin Longqing teleported out, and then he inspected the altar carefully, and tears almost came out. In this battle, he lost almost all the sacrificial treasures, the wooden needles were all destroyed, not even a single fragment was left, the ice-flame sacrificial treasure was forcibly taken away, five of the seven wooden rings were destroyed, and only the golden pestle was left. It is complete, but it is also full of cracks.
Guo Shishi did not chase, he now understands the danger of leapfrog challenges. In fact, because of the handsome old man's shot, Jin Longqing became a challenger by leaps and bounds, so most of his sacrificial treasures were destroyed.
For an altar-level professional, the damage to the sacrificial treasure means the loss of attack and defense capabilities, just like a tiger whose claws have been chopped off and its teeth pulled out.
The umbrella-shaped sacrificial treasure captured the group of cold flames, quickly shrunk, turned into a streamer and returned to the altar, directly submerging from the top of the altar, Guo Shishi didn't even have a chance to look at it, and couldn't help scolding: "Stingy old man "However, he still admires the handsome old man very much. With his shot, Jin Longqing didn't even have a chance to fight back, which is indeed very powerful.
Guo Shishi rode the altar, roared, and rushed straight into the crowd of professionals from the Gujin family.
Whether it was Jin Yishou and Jin Gui, or Jin Longqing and Jin Daya, they were so frightened that they turned around and ran away. However, there are still a large number of middle and low-level disciples in the crowd, and their speed is not as fast as that of altar-level professionals. In an instant, countless tentacles stick out and wave into the crowd.
Each professional has more than a dozen tentacles to serve. In a few breaths, Guo Shishi's altar is full of disciples of the Gujin family, and he captured more than seventy disciples in one breath. The others flew out desperately like a ghost.
Jin Longqing yelled, "Stop!"
Guo Twelve tilted his head and said, "Stop? Why? Didn't you let me go? Didn't you say let me go when the prisoners are released? Your promise is like a fart, don't you want me to die?" He The more he talked, the more angry he said, "Continue to fight, fuck you!" The moon blade slashed violently.
Jin Longqing's face was pale. Jin Daya didn't say a word, turned around and flew into the distance. By the way, he put the escaped middle and low-level disciples on the top of the altar. After seeing Guo Twelve's methods, he thought he was not an opponent at all, so he fled without hesitation.
Jin Longqing couldn't fight anymore, and was reluctant to take out the remaining sacrificial treasures and desperately. He shouted in anger, "You wait." One teleport, he rushed out all the way, and disappeared after a few teleports in a row.
The only one who remained stupidly in place was the golden tortoise, which was entangled by the tentacles on the altar of Guo Twelve and dragged to the top of the altar. He didn't want to struggle at all, knowing that it was useless to struggle. Guo Twelve can defeat a three-layer altar master, a four-layer altar master, and he is a virtual altar professional, why should he fight against Guo Twelve
Guo Twelve wondered, "Why don't you resist?"
The golden tortoise said dejectedly: "Is resistance useful?"
Guo Twelve said thoughtfully: "It's useless, can't you run? You're so old, why don't you know anything?"
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun broke into a cold sweat.
The beetle said, "I surrender, as long as you return my son, as long as the beetle is okay, I will surrender."
Guo Shishi nodded and said, "Well, I can promise you this, but I have to go back to the station."
The Golden Tortoise sat down cross-legged and said, "Yes." He didn't mean to resist at all, since Guo Twelve agreed, he was relieved. With his strength, although he couldn't beat Guo Twelve, there was no problem in escaping. He deliberately stayed for Guo Shishi to catch. After all, if a master of the virtual altar was caught, the Gunan family would also attach great importance to it.
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun were completely convinced, and they looked at Guo Shishi's eyes completely different from before. This guy is so powerful that he can even challenge two levels. Victory over Jin Daya surprised them both, and defeating Jin Longqing was not a question of surprise, but a feeling of terror. It was unexpected that this person's strength was so powerful.
Guo Twelve said: "We should go back and go directly to the family headquarters in the secret realm of wind and rain."
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun nodded in agreement. The Gujin family actually dispatched three and four-story altar masters. Even if they were masters of the virtual altar, they would not be safe in the wild.
Jin Longqing put away the altar and dropped it on the ground. He usually has a fierce appearance, and with a face full of flesh, he is still an ancestor-level figure. Almost everyone in the Gujin family is afraid of him. It is unexpected that he suffered such a big loss on the Donghuan grassland and was killed by a two-story altar. The younger generation was so embarrassed that he was almost killed.
Sitting on the haystack, he was in a very bad mood, staring at the way he came from in frustration, still thinking in his heart: "Who the hell is this person, how can he be so powerful? With only two layers of altars, he can beat me without fighting back. Li, what the hell."
While thinking about it, a brilliance fell from the sky, and Jin Daya said: "Okay, let's all go down to the altar, go back to the camp, and be strict with each other, if you are impatient, find a knife and wipe your neck by yourself. , don't talk fucking nonsense, do you understand?"
"It's the ancestor!"
"But, old man, what should we say?"
"Old Ancestor, I'm the only one left in our team. I don't know how to deal with me when I go back."
Jin Daya shouted angrily, "Shut the fuck up!" He couldn't do anything. I'm afraid it would be difficult to cover up this matter. He would rather all these disciples be killed than captured.
Jin Longqing slowly stood up from the grass and was immediately discovered by the disciples.
"The old ancestors are here!"
Jin Daya said disdainfully, "Pretend!"
Jin Longqing was furious and shouted, "What did you say?"
Jin Daya shook his head dashingly and said, "I don't understand? I bah!"
Jin Longqing liked to take out his anger at people, but the anger accumulated after being madly flattened by Guo Shishi finally had a chance to erupt. He shouted, "I'll kill you bastard!"
The two suddenly punched back and forth, fighting into a ball. All the disciples were stunned, and no one dared to come up to persuade them to fight, nor dare to talk much. The two ancestors fought, and it was terrifying to think about.
Although both of them were furious, they tacitly did not use the altar and only spoke with their fists and feet. To their level, every punch and kick has great power. After all, Jin Longqing's strength was slightly stronger, and Jin Daya was soon defeated. He was beaten until his nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, and he couldn't help humming.
Jin Longqing didn't feel well either. With two panda eyes, he cursed viciously, "I can't beat you to death, you bastard!"
Jin Daya covered his mouth. Jin Longqing's punch just now knocked out two of his front teeth, turning Jin Big Tooth into Jin Missing Tooth. Although he was defeated, his mouth was still hard, and he said, "I thought you were so powerful, and you weren't like a fucking dog. What are you doing? Bah! Bah!" He spat out two mouthfuls of blood and continued to scold. : "Fuck my teeth"
Jin Longqing said: "It deserves it! Who told you to dare to fight with me, find a fight!"
Jin Daya sat on the ground with a butt, hugged his head and said, "It's going to be a lot of trouble to go back this time!"
Jin Longqing sighed, of course he understood what Jin Daya meant. The two were defeated and lost, and they were defeated by a little guy with a two-story altar. They lost all their face, and they didn't know how to explain it when they went back.
The two sat silently facing each other. At this moment, both of them have no intention of fighting against each other.
A group of disciples of the Gujin family sat not far away and waited. They did not dare to speak loudly, and whispered one after another, looking very uneasy.
After a long while, Jin Longqing said to himself, "What should I do?"
Jin Daya covered his mouth and said viciously: "What else can we do? We are our ancestors, we are afraid of shit, go back and tell these disciples to shut up, whoever talks nonsense will kill whoever the fuck, there is nothing difficult to do as long as Don't disturb the highest level of the family, we are afraid of shit!"