Chapter 656

Li Xiaofei could see clearly that it was a broken armor. Looking at the aura fluctuation above, it was comparable to an intermediate magic weapon.

Worn on the body, it is enough to resist the attack of a half step Shenhai realm expert.

It's a good life-saving magic weapon.

I just didn't expect that the wellhead could spray out, baby.

The monks immediately fried the pot and rushed forward in a swarm.

"Ha ha, finally a baby."

"That armor is mine. Who dares to rob me? I'll abolish him."

"Ah... How dare you plot against me."

On the way, many monks had red eyes and shot each other.

Many of them have old friends.

But in front of such babies, friendship has become worthless and has long been forgotten.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Baby kept coming out of the well.

Among them, there are seven tricks, exquisite beads, changeable divine fruits, hell fire and so on. Many of them are high-level magic tools.

Even, there was a semi-finished King level magic instrument.

When the semi-finished King level magic weapon came out of the well.

Most of the monks were crazy about it, like a group of ferocious wolves rushing forward.

Even the little boy on the Trojan horse threw up the lollipop in his mouth, turned it into a flash of lightning and rushed over.

There were several monks in the divine period in front, who were directly hit by him.

A large bluestone not far away was smashed, gravel splashed everywhere, and people were killed on the spot.

The little boy turned out to be a legendary master of Shenhai realm, and everyone was shocked.

Baby is important, but life is more important.

Those hot headed monks were scared to flee, and no one dared to compete with the little boy.

Finally, the little boy rushed to the top of the wellhead and grabbed a white petal.

The petals are abnormal and strange, and the whole body emits a bright and warm light, just like an elf from hell.

"This is the other shore flower!"

According to legend, the other shore flower only blooms in hell, containing the Yin, cold and evil spirit of hell. It only blooms once every 500 years.

If you can turn this cold evil spirit into a majestic aura, it will be enough to raise a master of Shenhai realm by one level.

It's not surprising that the effect of the master of transforming God and communicating with God can change his life against the sky!

The little boy grabbed the petals on the other side and laughed proudly.

At this time, the old Taoist priest and the dead sea goddess also stood up one after another and blocked the little boy's way. They looked greedy. It seemed that they were ready to rob him.

"Put down the petals, I can spare you from death!"

The voice of the dead sea goddess sounded colder than solid ice, and frost spewed out of her mouth.

It was so cold that even stones could freeze to pieces.

Around her body, there was also a circle of cold air.

The Taoist priest joined hands and announced a Taoist name.

"Limitless longevity!"

Inspired by the Taoist robe, there was a hurricane around the body, and the murderous spirit was steaming. Obviously, he was ready to do it.

Even the drunkard who had been sleeping woke up and patted the wine gourd in his hand.

Hoo!

He saw a flame spewing out, turning into a fire dragon more than ten meters long in mid air, waving its teeth and claws at the little boy.

The little boy was suspended above the wellhead. His big eyes twinkled and said with a sneer.

"Why, have you joined hands?"

"I really thought I was afraid of you!"

With that, he patted the storage bag hanging at his waist, and there was a black rattle in his hand.

The rattle looks like a child's toy.

Dong Dong!

As soon as the rattle turns, it makes a soul stirring sound.

It sounded like a demon whispering.

Many monks with low accomplishments heard this sound.

First, his eyes became dazed, and then he began to dance, as if he were drunk, with bursts of crazy calls in his mouth.

They didn't die until their aura was exhausted. They lay on the ground with white foam in their mouth and black lips.

It looks like a sign of poisoning.

But in fact, he was hurt by the magic sound of the little boy's rattle. His aura ran uncontrollably in his muscles and veins, destroyed his own foundation and lost his life.

The dead sea goddess, the Taoist priest and the drunkard joined hands to compete for the other shore flower in the little boy's hand.

Even if the little boy is powerful, he is not the opponent of the three masters.

Because any one of the three has higher cultivation than him.

Boom!

The rattle exploded and turned into a rolling black fog, as if shrouded in dark clouds, blocking people's sight. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the little boy turned into a lightning bolt and was about to run. The direction of the other party's escape came towards Li Xiaofan. But Li Xiaofan didn't grab it. Because he felt that things were far from as simple as they seemed. Why did this ancient well spray out for no reason? Is it just because of the night of the full moon! Facts have proved that Li Xiaofei's guess is right. Suddenly at this time, a dark shadow came out of the ancient well. To be exact, it was a braided black hair, ten feet long, just like the devil's hair, flashing a strange black light. Shua! Shua! Shua! Then, I saw the black braid suddenly released, turned into countless thin and long silk threads, and spread in all directions. However, those monks who had captured the treasure were entangled by these black silk threads and dragged into the well. The monks panicked. "God, what is this? It's terrible!" "even the sword in my hand, which has always been cutting iron like mud, can't Pierce." "no, lose your baby and run for your life." but it's too late. No matter how fast they moved, they couldn't move faster than those black silk threads, which were dragged into the ancient well one after another. I heard bursts of shrill screams coming from the well. But after a while, the sound disappeared. There was silence for about a moment, and then some broken bones with bloody meat were thrown up. In the moonlight, the scene looked even more frightening. Many monks around were frightened and their hair stood up. "Mom, what's in the well?" "look at this, those people were eaten by the things in the well." "everyone run quickly." including the little boy, they were entangled by black silk thread and dragged into the wellhead. The little boy made angry noises. Then, I saw a bright brilliance blooming from him. Those were his magic tools, which mercilessly cut at those hateful silk threads and made the sound of the intersection of gold and iron. However, even if he tried his best, it would not help. The seemingly weak silk thread is extremely tough and can't be cut at all. Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the ancient well, a look of fear flashed in the little boy's eyes. As soon as he gritted his teeth and waved his sword, he cut off the arm wrapped with silk thread, which enabled him to escape.