After the old ancestor answered me, he ran forward without hesitation, following the place where the eel fish appeared, stepping on the ground, and suddenly collapsed into a large hole, and he also fell in.

At this time, the old man and others also came up to help, but still did not wait for them to make any action, I hurriedly persuaded everyone.

“Don’t come here.”I gritted my teeth and said, “Now the situation is the best...you can’t help it... but it’s possible to do something bad...”

Hearing me say this, the killer looked at me very reluctantly, and muttered, “How to talk...”

"He's right, we're not involved."He sighed, and seemed to see very clearly: "These things that cover the ground are all under his control, and if we step on and run over, we may not be sure how much trouble it will cause him."

"Yes, there's no absolute certainty, let's not go up and help."The old man said helplessly, "If you can help, it's really not good to do this if you help it."

At the same time, the sand-body trapped by my tentacles began to struggle, as if to feel the threat brought to it by the ancient atmosphere, and the struggle was extremely severe.

With these anomalies, the reaction I received was getting bigger and bigger, and my face became gray in an instant, as if dead, and I couldn’t see any anger.

“Don’t move... don’t struggle... Ansheng point to die...” I gritted my teeth and said, my body gradually shaking up and shaking back and forth, and my legs were soft at the same time, and the scene in front of me gradually became blurred.

This time I used the means, can be said to be one of my biggest cards, want to deal with the shape of the unsettled sand, I can only play this card, the other is not necessarily good.

I thought that this trick kept the bottom of the press box, at least it should be used to hinder the major events of the teacher, but I can't imagine how, half way will kill a sander.

It is because of this bastard that my overall plan has been disturbed, and I can only follow its path, and I can only go through it, and I can only play with my life.

If I and my ancestors can't think of another way to deal with it, then it is certainly impossible, but if we want to stop the loss in time and pay a greater price, it will be solved as quickly as possible, then only this method can be achieved.

His mother's . . . think I thought it was God who was forcing me to die . . .

I can easily do this by separating my own flesh and blood as a medium, and I can also ensure that I am unscathed, and that my body is protecting me, and I can toss it as easily as possible.

But if you let those flesh and blood separate you, you must also bring the purestness that belongs to me in the flesh and is comparable to the vitality of the living, which is indeed a little reluctant.

That feels like you’re forcing your life into many small pieces and scattering a little bit...

When they are damaged, my body will also be counter-eded, the ultimate pain that hurts my origin is definitely not something I can bear at will.

It’s no exaggeration to say that at this time, it really hurts me to die.

“You... you can’t live doing this...”

The voice of the sander came from those touching hands, and I could clearly feel that there was a human panic in its tone.

The grandson panicked and was afraid.

In its eyes, we have always been ants, and the last time we planted them in the hands of these ants, it was also because it was not well prepared.

But no, the truth is, if its state was the same as it is now, it is likely to drag me to death, after all, there is a black robe king behind it.

A sandman can't kill me, but he can kill everyone around me, plus a black robe king, I don't die and I have to die.

But now it is different, I have seen that these old kings have a common characteristic, and because of these characteristics, the immortal king will repell so many enemies in one fell swoop in the last battle.

They are afraid of the breath of the ancients... Of course, it may be a little inaccurate to say so.

From the deeper memory passed down to me by the dead king, ancient gas has a great effect on these old creatures, almost the relationship between ordinary people and sulfuric acid.

The Immortal King is indeed very powerful, but if there is no ancient gas as a combatant, it will not survive that battle.

Because of these memories... I’ve already figured it out... and I’ve figured it out!

Dealing with the old creatures, melee hand-to-hand combat is not desirable, with those strange magic is not much effect, really can cause them harm, only the ancient atmosphere, so I just need to study how to use these gas.

Turning these breaths into weapons of my life force against old creatures can naturally be unfavorable.

It’s certainly useful to do so, but the side effects are just as great, because the greatest effect of these antiquities is to support my life, and they have assimilated my vitality.

Taking them out as weapons is basically the same as pulling out your own life, the risk is not ordinary, but it is also a matter of no way.

Want to deal with them and want to have no half-risk, is that possible?

I want the horse to run, and I want the horse not to eat grass, the probability of this mother is zero, even those ancient people can not do things, how can I do it?

So I can only fight... if I lose and my ancestors save the court... he is even my insurance!

“I don’t know what’s underground... but there must be a connection between you and you...I can feel... this connection is especially important to you...”

I said, lifting the mutilated arm, gently rubbed my eyes, but still the same can not see the scene.

“You are looking for death, you all have to die!”

The sandman was almost screaming and roaring, the anger born out of despair, enough to make all the living creatures in the world tremble.

I found myself trembling, and I asked myself.

Am I afraid?

Yes, I was scared, and I was afraid to piss my pants.

But I know that the current situation is still very good for me, at least the sand has been trapped by me, there is nothing to resist, only An Ansheng is constantly cannibalized by those ancient atmosphere, victory is sooner or later.

But even so, that deep fear still torments my nerves, and even makes me vaguely open the urge to release the bondage of the sand.

Nor did I know what means it used, at this time, the ground gradually trembled, a breath almost destructive, and spread from the ground to the surface.

Finding this, I can't help but feel a little nervous, my heart said that the ancestors will not be an accident, right?

It’s been so long and there’s no movement... it’s hard to get out of the way?

“These ancients of yours . . . . . were passed down to you by the damned watcher . . . you become like it . . . how dare you to bind me with these things . . . .”

The sound of the sandman gritted his teeth came again, as if to remember those not very good memories, and it added a lot of hate in the tone of his speech.

“It’s dead, and you’re going to end up like it...” The sand-body said, as the tremors on the ground grew louder, like a vision that had appeared before, and in the end it began to shake violently, and I thought it would be difficult to stand firm.

At this time, I don't care what the sandmaker says, I only care about one thing.

What about the ancestors?

What did he do... why didn’t he come back now?

The underground is still in contact with the sand, and the connection between them is not affected, I am sure!

I laughed and squatted on the ground, trying my best to keep my body in balance.

Looking at those tentacles that began to shrink and expand not far away, the shadow of death, silently shrouded me.

“Hurry up, I can’t stand it if you don’t come back.”