"Oooh!" the players shouted excitedly, and the waves of shrimp made up of lobster tongs looked quite the same thing.

"It's the boss!"

"The Orange Hall is back to the bird!"

A player named [Pi Luomu Xiao Xiao] jumped out and pretended to make a gentleman's salute with lobster tongs in a elegant manner: "Jason Boss, please start your show!"

In the eyes of gamers who don't have much discipline, they don't necessarily have much identification with Jason Momoa, after all, he has been too strong before.

Players are freedom-loving beings, and a wild horse that doesn't manage well is like a prolapsed anus, and he will let himself go knowing that he is dead.

In various games, as long as the city can be slaughtered, the player will never leave a cat or dog for the other party.

Anyway, if you play a dog brain, the player will not lose a piece of meat in essence.

But this time they held their breath!

Not to mention the door to Anubis, he was almost killed by this mysterious old pharaoh Miss Parana, whether it is out of sympathy for Liu Yuecia or recognition of the beauties in the game, the boss who hunts down his own beauty must die!

Compared to the hateful Pharaoh line, I suddenly felt that Lord Jason was much more pleasing to the eye.

Well, they completely forgot who demolished the pharaoh's dungeon.

Wang Hao didn't know if the pharaoh on the other side was alive.

Now that mythical creatures have appeared, it's not uncommon for a living pharaoh to come around. The other party has swissing, bloodshot eyes, and a short body wrapped in N yellowed bandages.

Is this a mummy?

Or is it a special being that contains an evil divinity?

Wang Hao had no way of knowing.

The players present died an average of three times, and the festival value given to Wang Hao was a bit too much to be used up. Coupled with the various deaths of the players when he was away, looking at his positive 12728 festival values, and the [Great Good Man] festival level of God Meow, Wang Hao twitched a little at the corner of his eyes.

If you don't waste at this time, do you still want to keep the festival for the New Year?

On the metal finger cuff that clasped the opponent's arm, the raging black water quickly spread past, impregnating the bandage of the opponent's obvious mysterious power.

Pharaoh was shocked. His golden metal mask spewed purple-black corpse poison from his mouth and nose, and at the same time, his left hand turned out a short sword with a golden viper relief as the hilt, and stabbed Wang Hao's mask fiercely, trying to attack the enemy.

Looking at the other party's stabbing in slow motion, Wang Hao really wanted to send the other party a sentence 'A magic master who can't fight in close combat is not a good assassin'.

Is there really such a simple master who only practices magic these days?

At a glance, you can see that the agility and strength values of this product definitely represent the lower limit of hero-level existence.

Looking at the system's prompt [Your (bronze body) is immune to Ptolemy XIII's (corpse poison lv31)], Wang Hao wanted to laugh at the pig.

No!

The onlookers only saw that Jason stretched out his other hand like a wind, his thumb clasped his middle finger, and flicked it with incredible precision.

"Dang!"

After a sonorous sound, Jason smacked the pharaoh's dagger with a [pseudo* snap of the finger supernatural power].

Pharaoh's slender wrists, like dry wood, were also clasped.

Ptolemy XIII actually screamed in ancient Egyptian: "Let go, you lowly fellow, don't defile the descendants of the great sun god with your dirty hands!"

Wang Hao sneered: "The descendant of the sun god? The guy who plays the black sun also has the face to call himself the descendant of the sun?"

This pharaoh is also unlucky, this tactic of blacking out the whole field is very effective for most ground creatures.

But what he encountered was Wang Hao, who sneaked back early in the morning with the [Hundred Ghosts Night Walk] and hid underground, and was especially not afraid of the dark.

The pharaohs of Egypt often claimed to be descendants of the sun. Egypt's sun god has N incarnations, who is with whom, Wang Hao really doesn't care.

Wang Hao only needs to know that it's right to beat this goods.

Immune to corpse poison, Wang Hao's hands slammed into force, and the terrifying grip strength that was many times stronger than the lobster tongs made the 'extremely noble' pharaoh's arms "click" on the spot, and even the wrists with radius and ulna all exploded.

This thing isn't human, not even a living thing.

The touch that Wang Hao's hands fed back was like crushing two pieces of rotten wood.

"Ahhhh......h What did you do to me, you ruined my arm!" Ptolemy XIII, who had completed the [No Hand] level 18 cultivation in an instant, screamed and fell backwards.

It's not that there are no men to save him.

The bone snake, which abandoned Ash and turned to pounce, flew into the air and was chased and shot by Ash, who had come back from the darkness, with several arrows.

Anubis didn't want to come, and after being beaten by the ghost crab, his body had already begun to collapse. At this moment, [Mowgli] and [Straight Collision] were clamping him with four large pincers.

The dog's head was hunched over his hands and feet, clinging to the pliers.

He was not divided by the ghost crab, and his strength value was already counted, so how could he have enough time to come to the savior?

Well, as for the lobster players who don't want to die and pounce on the dog's head in the face to pee, it's a different story.

There was a player who really rubbed his nose on his face, and he knew that his attack could not break Anubis's defense, so he took advantage of the dog's head to move, took a small carbon bar, and wrote crookedly on the golden armor of the dog's head: "[Scorpio Lonely] is here!"

I also used pliers to compare a scissor hand (it seems that I can't get out of the rock and paper), and I guess I'm taking a selfie with the system's built-in photo function.

Your sister!

Can't Chinese people have some quality?

Shameless!

Such a spicy-eyed sand sculpture player, Wang Hao can't see it anyway.

Here, the pharaoh's golden snake staff is worthy of being a psychic thing, even if it is thrown into the distance, it will turn into a golden snake and pounce on itself.

It's a pity that he only pounced halfway, and was bitten by the demonized anglerfish that pounced out.

I don't know if it's the smell of fresh snake meat or some kind of artificial meat.

This Fa Lao is a little short, probably less than one meter six, obviously lacking exercise, Wang Hao kicked him over, and actually kicked him to the ground.

It's ugly.

Is this the quality of the Pharaoh of these years?

No wonder the eighteen generations of ancestors were neatly pulled to the Da Yu Museum as exhibits.

After thinking about it, it seems that there were only two or three more famous pharaohs in Egypt. For example, Ramses II, who is known as Rases II.

There is absolutely no such waste as Ptolemy XIII!

"I am the great Pharaoh! My authority is supreme! I am ......"

Wang Hao's heavy metal leg armor stepped on the pharaoh's face, and he spoke in ancient Egyptian: "Idiot! I don't care who you are!

At the end of the pharaoh, the afterglow of his eyes caught a glimpse of Wang Hao's shoulder armor: "I understand! You actually helped that ......."

"Kara!" the rotting skull could not withstand such violent trampling, and was trampled into bone slag along with the neck and sternum.