"Happy! Really happy!"
A monk with a slightly obese body raised a flying sword and instantly killed a carrion vulture, feeling extremely happy.
At this moment, in the mist, a voice suddenly came:
"Fellow daoists, you can come back and gather, all the carrion vultures have been killed!"
"Huh? It's Fellow Daoist Fu Ming!" The obese monk clicked his tongue, looking unsatisfied, "It's a pity! It's a happy killing, but it's over so soon."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve robe and put away the carrion vulture's corpse, at the same time, a ray of light turned back towards the way it came from.
In a short time, several human monks had gathered. When I saw it, there were seven of them. Moreover, each of them had an extremely relaxed look on their faces. It seemed that it was not a battle just now, but an entertainment.
"This time it's really thanks to Fellow Daoist Fu Ming!"
"That's right! Fellow Daoist Fu Ming's Eighteen Puppet Formation is really powerful. It easily separates the carrion vultures. Let's kill them one by one without letting any of them escape!"
"Yes, the person who contributed the most this time is Fellow Daoist Fu Ming!"
Several people praised one after another, without hesitation in their praise.
Fu Ming also had a smug look on his face. He spent more than half of his efforts to refine this eighteen puppet formation, and he is the happiest person to be able to have this effect.
"Hehe, fellow daoists, you are being polite! This time I was able to get all the power, thanks to the joint attack of several fellow daoists, who are powerful. The old man's eighteen puppet formation is just icing on the cake." Fu Ming said with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Fu Ming, you're welcome, credit is credit. According to our agreement in advance, when it comes to the distribution of spoils, Fellow Daoist will naturally take an extra share."
While talking, everyone began to wave their sleeves, and each took out the carrion vultures they hunted this time.
The number of carrion vultures has already been counted when everyone is watching from a distance. It is impossible to hide them privately at this time.
Moreover, everyone formed a team and was in an area frequented by monsters. If there was a split, with the strength of a few real immortals, most of them would probably stay here.
Everyone is an old monster who has survived for many years, each of them is extremely intelligent, and naturally they will not do the kind of thing that destroys the Great Wall.
Everyone formed a circle, and all the carrion vultures that were hunted were in the middle, and after a quick glance, there were not many of them.
A small half of them were hunted and killed by Fu Ming and his big formation. However, after the actual allocation, he himself could not get less than half of the amount.
Even so, Fu Ming didn't have any complaints in his heart.
Because, if it weren't for this team, even if he had a large formation of eighteen puppets, he wouldn't dare to deal with such a large group of carrion vultures.
"Fellow Daoist Huanyuan, let you distribute the spoils of war!" Fu Ming said to the fat monk.
"Yes! Fellow Daoist Huanyuan's distribution is the most fair!"
"good!"
Everyone agreed one after another. Obviously, this fat monk has a strong prestige among the crowd.
"Okay! Then I won't refuse." Huan Yuan was not hypocritical, he waved his chubby hand, and between the mana fluctuations, the corpses of those carrion vultures glowed with a faint light, floating and suspended in front of Huan Yuan, The queue is ready.
Huan Yuan was thinking about how to distribute it, when suddenly Fu Ming frowned.
"not good!"
There was a look of panic on his face.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Everyone was vigilant. Mana fluctuates one by one.
Whoosh!
Several flying swords have been sacrificed, swimming around the bodies of several people.
It was obvious that they had been prepared for such a quick move. Although in this case, if internal strife occurs, it will be detrimental to all monks.
However, this cannot rule out the generation of deranged people. Therefore, everyone is holding the idea of being defensive, and when there is any movement, immediately sacrifice the flying sword to protect themselves first.
"Fellow Daoist Fu Ming, don't you have a problem with the assignment of the deity?" Huan Yuan frowned and asked. The voice was already very harsh.
"No! There are enemies approaching us quickly, and they have already entered the formation! It's two magic warriors!" Fu Ming's eyes almost popped out, his face full of horror.
"What? Two magic warriors? That's equivalent to two golden immortals! Why did they suddenly appear?"
"Walk!"
"Go!"
"Fellow Daoist Fu Ming quickly blocked them with a large formation, and then pointed out the direction for us, we will run away immediately! After we escape, we will naturally make compensation to Fellow Daoist!" Huan Yuan saw the opportunity quickly and made an opinion.
"Yes! Fellow Daoist Fu Ming, we will compensate you, and we will definitely not let you suffer!" Everyone said one after another.
In the face of the catastrophe, for monks like them, saving their lives is the first priority.
As for using the Eighteen Puppet Formation to fight those two magic warriors? Everyone never thought about it.
There may be situations where there may be a step-up challenge, but it will definitely not happen to them, who are ordinary casual cultivators, regardless of their skills or equipment. What's more, the opponent has two magic warriors!
escape!
You are lucky to be able to escape!
"Okay! Fellow Daoists, follow me to this direction! This is the opposite direction to those two magic warriors. They are very strong, and my big formation probably won't be able to trap them for long!"
Fu Ming also knew that the crisis was imminent, so he agreed immediately without hesitation, pinched the magic weapon in his hand, and the fog rolled in the formation, obviously some powerful restrictions were activated.
Then, he took the lead in driving a ray of light, and chose a direction to escape.
The other monks didn't dare to delay at all, and they all got up on Dunguang and followed.
True immortal monks escape extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they are already hundreds of miles away. This is also because of the limitation of the formation, the speed has been reduced.
However, at this moment, Fu Ming's face changed, and he said secretly, "Not good!"
Immediately afterwards, "Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.
hum—
There was a rhythmic fluctuation, and the surrounding fog was vibrating violently, quickly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Not good! The formation has been destroyed!"
Everyone is well-informed, so they naturally know what's going on.
"Quick! Run away separately!"
"Escape separately! Whoever the two magic warriors chase first will be considered unlucky. Whoever chases last will have a chance to escape!"
As the few people spoke, they were about to disperse in a flash of light.
"Hahaha... the juniors, under our hands, do you still want to play tricks? No matter how you escape, you will not be able to escape the palm of this deity today!"
Amidst the cramped laughter, he felt a fluctuation in the surrounding space.
The few human monks only felt a burst of coercion, and the momentum of fleeing stopped immediately, as if they couldn't even drive the light.
I couldn't help feeling a burst of despair.