Chapter 194 Family Comes to Help (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

"Second brother, fight quickly and decisively, so as not to have more troubles. Go all out this time and never let it go," the disabled monk ordered fiercely, and a wooden stick flew out, and as it moved forward, it emitted a series of cold rays, and attacked Sun Mingsheng first.

"Do you really think I have lost the power to fight back? Black-striped ants, command." Seeing this, Sun Mingsheng did not hesitate, and the black-striped ants that had been recuperating in the spirit beast bag came out in an overwhelming manner, with a total number of about a thousand.

Although the number of these black-striped ants is not large, each one is obviously different from the previous form, and looks more and more ferocious.

Every hundred or so will have a second-level inferior black-striped ant as the leader, forming a small group to fight, which can be regarded as exerting their own strength to the extreme.

These second-level inferior black-striped ants were hatched after the queen ant was promoted to the second-level inferior, and they succeeded only after a large amount of blood food was consumed.

The queen ant's promotion to the second stage does not mean that all the young eggs laid will be promoted to the second stage. Only a few of the best ones can be promoted.

Moreover, the energy consumed by the queen ant every time she lays young eggs is completely different from that of the first stage, just like a big eater who can never be full.

Although Sun Mingsheng has had some opportunities to obtain some precious spiritual objects recently, he is powerless to cultivate black-striped ants. After all, the price of the second-stage monster corpse is far beyond his affordability.

These more than a thousand black-striped ants were also cultivated by hunting monsters in previous battles, and they have not really reached the scale of a group.

Under normal circumstances, Sun Mingsheng would never use them easily. If he wants to exert the power of black-striped ants, he should at least expand the group tenfold to more than ten thousand.

"Buzz buzz buzz" The black-striped ants formed a small black cloud in the air. Under the command of Sun Mingsheng, they split into two and counterattacked the two chasing monks respectively.

Six flame beads followed closely behind, ready to fight back and teach the two monks an unforgettable lesson. Two demon beast souls also lingered around them.

But compared with the previous fierce and energetic spirit, the souls have now turned pale and are constantly shaking, less than half of the victory.

Judging from the current situation, if they continue to suffer heavy losses in the battle, I am afraid that the two demon beast souls will disappear completely.

Although it will not cause too much backlash to the monks themselves, on the one hand, refining the demon beast souls is a valuable resource, and on the other hand, it will delay their future promotion to the third level of foundation building.

Unless they are forced to do so, the monks who practice the "Flame Soul Control Jue" will never be willing to drive them like this.

"They even know how to drive spirit beasts. These monks from small families really don't understand the principle of specialization and precision." The disabled monk looked at the attacking black-striped ants with contempt on his face.

The wooden stick hovering in the air slammed down into the black-striped ant colony. The few black-striped ants exploded suddenly after being hit hard, almost turning a small piece of starry sky into blood red.

Although the other skinny monk was not so relaxed, he also blocked the black-striped ant colony firmly and could not move forward at all.

The disabled monk relied on his only leg to turn into a welcome and quickly approached him. When he approached, the hair on his head stood up like steel needles, and stabbed directly from his scalp towards Sun Mingsheng. This indiscriminate attack could not be avoided at all, and the dense hair needles made people feel numb.

These hair needles may seem insignificant, but since they can be used at the critical moment to decide the outcome, their power must be considerable.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng had used all his means, and only a flaming blade was waving wildly in front of him, like a spinning top.

But when facing thousands or even more hairpins, he was still somewhat powerless. Not only did he fail to keep the hairpins out of the door, but the Fiery Blade itself was also severely damaged by the continuous attacks. Holes of various sizes appeared on it.

This first second-level inferior spiritual weapon borrowed from the family treasure house since Sun Mingsheng was promoted to the foundation-building period was also declared completely destroyed.

"With your blood, I will pay tribute to the spirit of my third brother in heaven and accompany him on the road to the underworld." Only a thin layer of fluff remained on the head of the disabled monk, and he looked even more ferocious.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng was going all out and all his means had been used. At this time, except for some remaining defensive light shields, he had no other resistance. He could only watch the remaining hairpins move forward quickly and appear in front of him. There was an unwilling look in his eyes, which was full of desire for the path and life.

At the same time, a look of reluctance flashed by, and a stream of magic power in the dantian was ready to rush into the two foundation-building pills at the last moment to destroy them all.

"Don't you two fellow Taoists feel that you are a little powerless to kill the cultivators of my Sun family?" At the last moment, a gentle voice appeared around.

A yellowish-brown light shield directly covered Sun Mingsheng completely, and the hairpin that was directly damaged by the Fiery Blade was not affected at all except for a tremor.

Two figures, a man and a woman, followed closely behind, each with a strong aura. They were the only two mid-stage foundation-building cultivators from the Sun Shengyuan and Sun Shengmei families.

"This life is finally saved, safe." Seeing the two family elders coming at the most critical moment, Sun Mingsheng, who had been in a tense state, suddenly relaxed his mind, and felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and fell into a deep coma again.

But this coma was completely different from the previous one. The last battle with the lion-tiger beast was a coma caused by serious injuries, and this time it was due to exhaustion. It only takes a period of rest, which does not have much impact on the cultivators themselves, and it is also beneficial to stimulate their own potential.

"The idea is difficult, and the wind is strong." The disabled cultivator is also a master who adapts to the situation. Otherwise, it would be impossible to rely on intercepting caravans to earn cultivation resources and still be free for such a long time.

At this time, seeing the reversal of the battle situation, the other side has two lively and powerful reinforcements. Knowing that they are no match for the enemy, they will naturally not continue to entangle.

During this period of pursuit, the two of them had some injuries, and their spirits were not at their peak, and there was a certain decline.

The main task of Sun Shengyuan and Sun Shengmei was to rescue Sun Mingsheng, so they did not continue to pursue to prevent the dog from jumping off the wall.

The family's current strength is limited, and it is absolutely impossible to allow more conflicts to break out in this battle that is not urgently needed. If the loss of one or two people affects the family's strength, it will be a real loss, and it may even become as miserable as the Zhao family.