The flames in the Wandering God's Lantern flew out like a fire dragon, directly engulfing large swaths of small locusts.
The dozen Yin agents who came with the two wandering gods either raised flails or took out water and fire sticks, formed a tight formation, and fought against the small locusts.
Under the attack of everyone, countless small locusts turned into ashes.
However, the power of disaster and chaos could not be extinguished, and instead spread bit by bit in the void.
Some green grass on the ground turns a withered yellow color at the slightest touch, as if its vitality has been sucked away.
The Yin Chaos were affected by this force and their speed also slowed down.
The faces of the two wandering gods were serious. The strength of the big locust in front of them was beyond their expectation, and it was so difficult to deal with.
The big locust was also very unhappy. If he were inside the Wubao, the power he could exert would be several times what it is now. With his full strength, even the opponent's hands are winning now.
But no matter how unwilling he was, he still couldn't gain much advantage, and the battle situation was quite anxious.
Qiu Ping looked at this situation, and of course he couldn't watch the show from the sidelines. He grabbed the landlord's crutch from the little carp next to him.
The cat lowered its body and quietly walked behind the big locust.
His body tensed and he raised his crutches high with both hands.
Although the big locust is focused on the battle, it has compound eyes, so it can naturally see the situation behind it at a glance.
Seeing that it was a small loach trying to sneak up on him, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. On the surface, he pretended not to know, but one of his hind legs had already been secretly accumulating strength.
"ha!"
Seeing that the stick in Little Loach's hand was about to be smashed down, his hind legs instantly turned into a phantom and he kicked back hard.
However, he was fast, but he didn't expect this little loach to be faster.
He had only extended his leg halfway when he saw the stick turn into a shadow, and then he was hit hard on the head.
In an instant, his body shook, countless stars were spinning in front of his eyes, and his mind went blank.
The crutch was made of century-old jujube wood and tempered by the Earth God for hundreds of years. It was much harder than pig iron.
"What kind of martial virtues are you talking about with this evil heretic? Let's all stand shoulder to shoulder!" Qiu Ping shouted as soon as he succeeded.
The army of loaches behind him all rushed over, hitting or biting each one in a desperate manner!
Especially the little carp rushed directly into the face of the big locust, and flapped its fins repeatedly, making the big locust's face crackle.
"You all deserve to die!"
Big Locust gradually woke up from the concussion of his brain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a red carp holding his face and jerking it around. The anger in his heart had reached the extreme.
The turquoise runes were intertwined, forming a dark cloud on his head. If you look carefully, there seemed to be countless locusts flying up and down inside.
Here is the priesthood he controls [Disaster Locust].
In a fit of anger, a locust plague can cover thousands of acres of fertile land, plunging countless creatures into hunger and panic.
This is also a top attack method. As long as the famine and plague energy contained in it penetrates into the body a little, it will be like locusts passing by, sweeping away the enemy's true energy and divine power, completely destroying a practitioner's Taoism.
"Go to me..."
The big locust was just about to take over the priesthood, but suddenly he was hit on the head with another stick, and it was hit on the spot where he had just been hit.
His brain had obviously fallen into dizziness, but the intense pain made him wake up again.
"Huh? You didn't faint?" Qiu Ping was a little surprised. This big locust was really strong-willed and could not fall even under this condition.
"Bang bang bang!"
Qiu Ping hit him a few more times, and the sound was sour.
The big locust finally couldn't bear it anymore, staggered a few times, then squatted down and lay down on its back.
His brain was not drowsy, but he was worried that if he didn't fall down, he would be crushed to death by this little loach!
This little thing is really cruel.
Qiu Ping reached out and lifted the little carp that was holding the big locust's head back and forth.
And a group of Yin soldiers quickly surrounded and restrained the big locust with chains.
The two wandering gods did not dare to neglect. The dim light emitted from the lanterns in their hands quickly penetrated into each other's body like a big net, sealing off their divine power.
After confirming that the other party could not break free, the two breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Brother Qiu Ping, let's take this god to find the City God to restore his life first." The two wandering gods looked a little ashamed. They and a bunch of Yin soldiers couldn't do anything to this big locust.
If Qiu Ping hadn't smashed those sticks, it would have been hard to say whether we would win or lose today.
"Everyone has worked hard today. You must interrogate this wild god. This wild god is so arrogant. There must be other people behind it. We must not let any evil go unpunished." Qiu Ping nodded solemnly, but he was silently feeling sorry for what he had said. The words were given a thumbs up.
We are indeed born to be in officialdom.
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After everyone left, Qiu Ping returned to the ancient well.
Today's big locust incident gave him some warning. Although the world is peaceful now, if it is not safe, little monsters will come out and cause chaos.
Once they cause damage, even if they are caught in time, they cannot make up for it.
Especially now is the harvest season, which is the most critical.
In order to prevent this kind of situation from happening again, he divided the Loach Militia into three teams, who took shifts every four hours and patrolled Huang'ao Village day and night.
If there is any movement, I will come and report it.
And he returned to the temple, preparing to have another beautiful sleep.
But suddenly, the little poem written by Jing Xinghuai that had been floating in his ancient well shimmered, and every word shone with golden light.
【The first sight of Huangaojing, the spiritual liquid turns into a spring. In the clear green moss, with cold purple edges]
The golden light flickered for about ten breaths, and then it all turned into flowing light and fell into Qiu Ping's good fortune.
His original fortune was seven points red and three points white, and he was a standard eighth-grade god.
Now as the golden light flows in, the redness in his fortune suddenly increases, while the whiteness becomes much less.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a blessing that was nine parts red and one part white.
This is a definite eighth-grade character.
As long as you don't make mistakes, you will most likely be promoted within a few years.
"Eh? What's going on? Is it possible that Jing Xinghuai was admitted to the Jinshi?" Last year was the autumn of the exam, and the examination happened to be this year. Qiu Ping calculated the time and found that it was indeed the time for the Jinshi to be announced recently.
Hey, we also came across a potential stock.
Qiu Ping suddenly became happy. It was a small poem written by Jing Xinghuai when he was a scholar. However, as his status increased, the power of good fortune contained in this poem became more and more profound, and he also gained a lot. benefit.
It's a pity that no other scholars usually come to Huang'ao Village, otherwise he could try to fool a few more people.
(End of chapter)
