Chapter 3525: There is no such thing as burying people

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day!

The eighth elder was in pain and wished to live.

He never imagined that there were hidden weapons in the world that he couldn't hide from.

Although the surrounding area was stained black with ink, his ability to listen to the wind was still there.

With his skill, he can easily dodge any shot from a hidden weapon.

Even if he is in the rain of arrows, he can move forward and retreat freely.

Especially, even if you can't avoid the hidden weapon, so what?

He has the magical power of diamond body protection.

The power of bows, arrows, swords and guns cannot harm him at all.

But, what kind of instrument is used to produce this hidden weapon?

It's so fast and accurate.

It was so fast that he couldn't dodge, so accurate that he didn't react, and so cruel that it could pierce his muscles and bones.

"it hurts!"

The ink finally cleared.

The behemoth was so close.

??????????????????The eighth elder was in the water, but he could scream: "Who are you? Tell me, what are you?"

Yan Qi ignored the Eighth Elder's wails and proudly showed off to the mortal immortal: "Look, in the face of high-tech submarines, the Eighth Elder has no power to fight back."

The mortal immortal looked at Yan Qi with a stinky face and raised his red lips: "You are awesome, that's it! Find a way to get the Eighth Elder in to prevent him from escaping."

Yan Qi said: "Look, he is already running away."

The mortal immortal was shocked and hurriedly looked outside.

The eighth elder gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, broke the spear, and fled in panic with the spear blade remaining in his body.

This time, the Eighth Elder learned his lesson and no longer underestimated the enemy, and he did not dare to approach the giant creature behind him that he had never seen before. His whole body was like a swordfish, displaying the speed of a flying sword.

One word: escape!

Run away shamelessly.

As long as he could get away from this behemoth, he would have escaped death.

Immortal Fanchen immediately became anxious: "Yan Qi, Eighth Elder has escaped. Once we let him escape, it will be too late to regret. It will be too late to regret."

Yan Qi laughed loudly: "You can't run away. The speed of the submarine will never be lost to him."

"Professor Pitt, go full speed ahead and play a game of cat and mouse."

"yes!"

Peter controls the submarine and follows the Eighth Elder.

The Eighth Elder used his flexible skills, jumping left and right, jumping up and down.

Although the submarine is not as flexible as the Eight Elders, it is tireless.

Sit tight on the Diaoyutai.

After determining the direction of the Eighth Elder, go after him.

The game of cat and mouse lasted for as long as two sticks of incense.

The Eighth Elder was too nervous, his body was injured, and after running away for so long, he was bleeding, his body couldn't bear it, and his speed became slower and slower.

Yan Qi seized the opportunity: "Prepare the fishing net."

"yes!"

Peter was immediately ready to release the net.

The eighth elder swam desperately.

Ahead, there was finally a glimmer of light.

After swimming another five hundred meters, we entered the barrier set up by the Piaomiao Ancestor.

At that time, he will be free.

The eighth elder went all out and started to accelerate, not forgetting to raise his middle finger to the giant creature behind him: "Damn it, you can't catch me, you loser, hahaha..."

He just laughed three times.

Yan Qi waved his hand: "Let go!"

Whizzing!

More than a dozen fishing nets ejected out, overwhelming the sky, like a shark's mouth opened wide and bloody, and rushed towards the eighth elder.

….don't want!

The eighth elder used all his strength to dodge.

Avoiding five or six fishing nets in a row.

However, the area covered by more than a dozen fishing nets is too wide.

The eighth elder was finally trapped in the tenth fishing net.

"receive!"

Yan Qi immediately triggered the mechanism.

The fishing net quickly curled up into a small ball.

Bachang was trapped in the fishing net, and his body curled up into a ball.

He shouted hysterically: "Let me go, let me go quickly."

He exhausted his inner energy and tried to tear open the fishing net.

However, this is not an ordinary fishing net, but a high-tech product from the Dahua Engineering Institute. It is extremely tough. The Eighth Elder was seriously injured and could not break free for a while.

As long as he can't break free immediately, it will be troublesome.

Yan Qi turned on the machine and ejected five or six more fishing nets.

The fishing nets were layer upon layer and densely packed, trapping the Eighth Elder in the net.

The eighth elder couldn't move, so of course he couldn't accumulate power.

"Let me go, let me go quickly. I am the elder of Piaomiao Palace. Who are you, a monster? You dare to arrest me. Aren't you afraid of our Piaomiao Palace's revenge? Let me go. Let me go."

Inside the submarine.

The mortal immortal danced excitedly.

"It's great. I didn't expect to catch the Eighth Elder so easily. The submarine is really high-tech, so powerful."

Yan Qi waved his hand with a stinking look on his face: "Return at full speed."

"yes!"

Pete accelerated and returned to the water camp.

Even though the Eighth Elder possesses peerless martial arts, he can only be tightly entangled in the fishing net, like a fish caught in the net, being dragged away by a submarine with a golden steel rope and arrogantly sailing away.

"Let me go! Let me go! Who are you? Who are you? If you dare to mess with our Piaomiao Palace, I will never let you go. I am so angry!"

The eighth elder is very arrogant.

However, when he discovered that the submarine was getting closer and closer to the camp of the Dahua Navy, his heart skipped a beat.

"Could it be that this behemoth is Yan Qi's masterpiece?"

Thinking of this, the eighth elder's anger immediately became smaller, and his fear increased a lot.

Because he knew that Yan Qi was not afraid of him at all.

Even, there is disdain and ridicule towards him.

The submarine slowly surfaced.

Katcha, Katcha…

There was a mechanical grinding sound.

All around was darkness.

The submarine merged into the belly of the warship.

The eighth elder was also passively trapped in the cabin.

for a long time.

Many candlelights lit up, illuminating the eighth elder's blurred eyes.

Yan Qi's playful face appeared in front of Yan Qi: "Eighth Elder, why did you go and come back? I just said goodbye, but I see you here again. It's quite unexpected."

"Yan Qi, it is indeed you."

When the Eighth Elder saw Yan Qi's gloating smile, his teeth itched with hatred.

Standing next to Yan Qi is none other than the True Immortal of the World.

Yan Qidao: "Yes, it is indeed me. This is my warship. Of course I am here. But why do you appear here."

The Eighth Elder was furious: "What are you pretending to be? It's obviously you who captured me."

Yan Qi looked surprised: "How could it be? I just caught a fish, but not a person. Unexpectedly, this fish turned out to be the Eighth Elder. What a surprise."

Seeing Yan Qi pretending to be dumbfounded, the Eighth Elder was furious: "Yan Qi, let me go quickly, otherwise I will look good on you."

Yan Qidao: "You want me to let you go? These words came from the mouth of the elder of Piaomiao Palace. Aren't they going to boost the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige?"

"As an elder of Piaomiao Palace, your skills must be extraordinary. How amazing your kung fu is. You are the best in the world. Instead of begging me, you should be domineering and break free from the fishing net, let the golden cicada escape from its shell, and then give me a showdown with your backhand. Let me Do you know how powerful you are?"

"But you are begging me to untie you. Does this mean that you are incompetent and that you are no better than shit?"

After listening to Yan Qi's words, the Eighth Elder was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke and his face turned purple.

Paralysis, there is no such thing as burying people.

Personal servant.