Mortal Cultivation Chapter 96

96 Bu Wenle And The Tarantula

And behind these humans, a huge crimson tarantula, with eight long legs, frantically chased after these people. He saw that the tarantula was four or five ters tall with the support of eight long legs, and the two long legs in front of it kept stabbing at the fleeing crowd like two spears.

In the blink of an eye, two people died tragically under the spear of the red-blue tarantula. Judging from the size of the tarantula, Bu Wenle felt that the tarantula should have reached a level four cultivation base. Not only was he worried that the weapon he brought couldn’t kill it, but could annoy it.

While hesitating, seeing that the red-blue tarantula had caught up with those people, Bu Wenle could see a bad situation, so he picked up his gun and shot it at the tarantula.

After the explosion, the tarantula staggered, as if it had been hit by a bullet. The tarantula imdiately gave up killing the human in front of him, and looked in the direction where Bu Wenle was. When the few people saw that the rescuer had arrived, they imdiately turned around and ran in the direction of Bu Wenle.

The tarantula saw that it was only a human being who attacked it, and imdiately rushed towards Bu Wenle viciously. The speed was even faster than that of the humans who escaped in front. It could be seen that the red tarantula did not do its best when chasing the humans.

When the red-blue tarantula crossed the fleeing human, it also killed two more people. Among them was the woman holding the child.

After Bu Wenle fired a shot, seeing that it had no effect, he imdiately gathered his spiritual power and fired another shot. It may have hit the belly of the red and green tarantula, and he saw a trace of mucus flowing down the belly of the tarantula, shaking constantly as the tarantula ran.

Bu Wenle saw that the two shots had no effect, and his heart suddenly beca a little anxious. He thought to myself: people without heads would not go, birds without heads would not fly, this ti blow your head, see if you have sothing to do!

Bu Wenle flattened the muzzle, and aid at the head of the red and green tarantula, a shot was made. With a popping, the bullet missed the head of the tarantula and opened a hole in its stomach.

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In fact, it was not entirely because Bu Wenle had no shooting experience and was inaccurate, but the shape of the tarantula’s body. Regardless of the size of the red-green tarantula, it was four or five ters tall, but its head was surprisingly small, and its belly was particularly huge.

If the entire scarlet tarantula eas not counted as eight long legs, it looked like a huge wolf head from a distance. The wolf had blue hair on its head, but the lower jaw was crimson. As if sticking out a red tongue. The head of the red-blue tarantula was exactly where the wolf’s nose was.

Therefore, it was still very difficult for Bu Wenle to shoot the tarantula in the head from a distance of nearly hundred ters.

Seeing that he didn’t hit the tarantula in the head, Bu Wenley didn’t dare to neglect, and imdiately shot out one after another. Until the scarlet tarantula was not more than forty ters away from Bu Wenle, Bu Wenle finally slashed the tarantula’s head with a shot after more than a dozen shots.

He saw the red and green tarantula roll over and fall heavily into the jungle.

Bu Wenle was overjoyed. He was about to put down the gun, but saw that after the red and green tarantula rolled twice, the eight long legs on the left and the right steadied his body, and rushed towards Bu Wenle again.

Bu Wenle was startled, he quickly aid at the head of the tarantula and fired another shot. Unfortunately, it was hit in the stomach again.

At this ti, the tarantula opened its mouth, and a white spider silk shot towards Bu Wenle like a long rope.

Bu Wenle was frightened and imdiately fell to the ground, and the spider silk whizzed past Bu Wenle’s head. Bu Wenle quickly rolled to the side twice, lay on the ground, picked up the gun and shot the tarantula again.

Not to ntion, he didn’t know if it was a crooked shot or not. The shot by this ti was called a straight shot, and it just hit the tarantula’s mouth. The tarantula rolled forward again, rolling several tis on the ground, and its eight long legs kept kicking. The ground in the jungle was stirred by the red and blue tarantula, and it kept undulating like water waves.

Bu Wenle looked at the tarantula who kept struggling, and thought to himself, “It’s a risk, it’s better to hit the ground. If I knew this, I would have fallen down.”

It seed that this tarantula was also dead here, otherwise, he really want to let it get close. With the earth magic of the red and blue tarantula, he was afraid that my more than a hundred pounds would be explained here today.

After a while, he saw that the red-blue tarantula had no magic power fluctuations, and the whole place had returned to its calmness. The scarlet tarantula was laying on its back on the ground, with its eight long legs stomping into the air, apparently not dead yet.

Humph! A hundred-footed was dead and not stiff. With the gun in his hand, Bu Wenle cautiously walked towards the red-blue tarantula. When he was still more than ten ters away from the tarantula, Bu Wenle raised the gun and shot the tarantula’s small head three tis in a row. The tarantula finally stopped moving.

Bu Wenle walked to the front of the red and green tarantula, stretched out his hand, and put the huge body of the tarantula into the space ring, and then ran in the direction where the tarantula ca from.