The Captain of the Bad Demons, who had a full view of this scene, couldn't help but look at the horizontal knife, and then at the Guluo Patriarch.

The sturdiness and sharpness of the standard horizontal knife are best known to me.

Ordinary plates made of inferior metal can be cut directly three inches thick.

And now, it has been completely destroyed by an egg-shaped object.

It seems that this object may not be ordinary.

At least this material is definitely not ordinary, at least it can reach the peak of the mortal rank, and it may even be an advanced item.

It seems that what this said is not all lies!

It is estimated that he was really cornered, otherwise where would there be a harvest so quickly.

As for the burning of the fire, the blood sacrifice or something, let's go out and talk about it.

There are a lot of bugs in this cave.

Although it is only a small thing in the initial realm of the mortal level, if there is really a tide of insects, with the strength of the mortal level creatures, it is estimated that no one will be able to escape.

Didn't this damn thing say that he still had a few sets of crossbow arrow magic arrays, and that was also a good object for the Yin people.

I almost capsized in the gutter not long ago!

The bright silver box was obviously not simple, it was so heavy, and the material had never been seen before.

If it's a high-end metal, at least it can make up for your almost empty wallet.

Even if the treasure hunt fails, it will not be lost.

It's so easy to make money in Halls!

Holding the egg-shaped object in his hand, he calculated in his heart, and the mood of the Bad Demon Captain seemed to be beginning to shine.

"Ahem, that Guluo patriarch is. You seem to be saying that there are still a few sets of crossbow arrow magic arrays, I heard you right.

Look at Lao Tzu's one-armed, but it has something to do with you! This egg-shaped object is barely your life money.

If this arm is to grow back, it will cost a lot of money! Should you pay compensation? There are also mental damage expenses, labor expenses of Lao Tzu's subordinates, and so on.

Lao Tzu is generous, and he doesn't care much about you. After you go out, take those sets of crossbow arrow magic arrays as an apology, and Lao Tzu and your grievances will be written off."

Captain Bad Devil swore and began to talk nonsense.

Hearing this nonsense that even changed his tone, the Gu Luo patriarch looked embarrassed, but his heart churned.

If you don't want the magic array, and you have to lead the way out, I'm afraid that you will be dug and buried here, or you will have a barbecue meeting.

Yevre's little guy didn't know where to go, maybe he had already been devoured by the worms.

Anyway, as long as Yevre doesn't appear in front of the Bad Demon Captain, he is the only one.

To easily get out of this labyrinthine group of caves is simply whimsical.

No one dares to break into it easily, and maybe the next cave may be the nest of bugs.

I saw that the Gu Luo patriarch's face was snow-white, and his tone trembled to justify.

"Captain, that set is really the villain's last inventory at the bottom of the box. The other three sets have long been used.

Otherwise, with the strength of a villain who has just entered the middle realm of the mortal level, how can he easily become a patriarch. These little cowards are not simple, they don't use some means, where to suppress them.

The little guy named Yevre before had seen the villain use it in public. ”

The Bad Demon Captain looked at the Gu Luo Patriarch with a look of embarrassment suspiciously, but he also knew that pressing too quickly might have the opposite effect.

Anyway, there are two things in hand, first put the bag in the bag, and then go out.

This labyrinthine cave is a real nuisance. If you walk around, you can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

The little cub named Yevre has never been seen.

It would be a big hassle if the only guide was gone.

"Forget it, you said it's gone, it's gone. Now lead the way back for Lao Tzu, don't play tricks, otherwise you will be the first to feed the worms. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand at the five subordinates, making a gesture of wanting to go back.

But suddenly, I heard a rustling crawling sound coming from several passages.

The voice came from far and near, and when the Captain of the Bad Demon had just finished calling his men to be on guard, the cave seemed to light up suddenly, but it was a faint light from a pair of dark red eyes.

There are a lot of them, and they are pouring in densely. Like the tide, one wave follows the next.

"The insect tide, the insect tide is really coming! I'm going to be completely finished this time. Hehehe, I've been doing everything I can't do. Such groveling, so cautious, but finally buried in the mouth of the worm.

I'm not reconciled! It's all you damn demons! Ruined my dreams, my life. Whoever told you to make a noise, now you have to be buried with me and Yevre.

You still want to get out alive, and you still want treasures and crossbow arrows magic array, in the next life!"

When death really came, the Guro patriarch had gone mad and began to talk nonsense.

As for the consequences of talking nonsense, once you die, it doesn't matter if it's a flood.

The Bad Demon Captain looked nervously at those dense dark red eyes, the large pincers waving like teeth and claws, and the huge swinging front jaws.

The swarthy armor, the thin legs like steel knives, and the body that was more than a foot and a half inch long gave people a sense of extreme danger.

Looking at the mutant ant beast that was about to flood several passages, the Bad Demon Captain couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.

I didn't care at all what the already desperate and collapsed Guluo patriarch was talking about.

Urgent and five panicked subordinates formed a circle and set up a simple iron bucket array, not knowing if they could deal with this dangerous wave of insects.

The delicate monster python leather armor and the standard horizontal knife with cold light flickering can't bring a little comfort to the bad demons.

Sweat oozed from the scaly palms, wetting the handle of the horizontal knife with the thin leather cord wrapped around it.

Teammates who are close to each other can't bring any sense of security to themselves.

The mutant ant beast swarm was already impatient, and one after another pounced on it.

The large pincers, which were two inches thick, danced violently, as if they were about to tear all the prey apart.

There are also sharp jaws that keep attacking, and the cold light is bursting, which makes people shudder.

Six horizontal knives are dancing. Slashing left and right, blocking east and west, pulling up one afterimage after another, like a huge sharp shield waving.

The burly body barely moved, snuggling tightly.

At this life-and-death juncture, unity is strength, and teammates are the backrest that has to be relied on.

The mutant antbeast had its pincers cut off and its jaws shattered, and even its sturdy carapace could not resist the slashing of the horizontal knife.

The horizontal knives made of various metals easily split the carapace, tearing the body apart, and the tiny and colorful internal organs were sprinkled on the ground.

The mutant antbeast's light brown body fluids, a large number of jets, made the gravel floor wet and muddy.

It's a pity that even if a group of mutant antbeasts falls, there are still thousands of crazy antbeasts behind them.

The crazed mutant antbeast doesn't seem to feel pain, and it doesn't have the concept of death.

The antbeasts in front of them were all fighting valiantly, desperately approaching the defensive circle of the inferior demons, and then they died heroically.

Even if you can't inflict even a little damage on the Bad Demon Warriors, you can at least consume their stamina.

The Bad Demon Warriors are wielding their swords hard, desperately trying to survive.

There have been no casualties yet.

But the continuous heavy breathing, the arms that began to swell and tired, and the bursting blood vessels like hideous little snakes, all reminded the desperate inferior demons, the physical strength was quickly consumed, and the body's endurance was also rapidly reduced.

If there is negligence, you can get injured. Then the injuries will slowly increase, speeding up the process of defeat, and finally become miserable to become the belly of the mutant antbeast.

What a tragic circumstance that must have been!

It's like there's no place to die.

The mutant antbeasts suffered heavy casualties, and one group after another fell to the ground. Gradually, a small circular hill was piled up on the side of the demon warrior.

However, the regrettable tragedy continues.

The number of mutant antbeasts did not seem to decrease in the slightest, and they still poured out of several passages that were not very spacious, and it seemed that there was no end to it.

The mountains of antbeast corpses did not deter the latecomers who had fallen into a state of madness.

The pincers are waving, the big jaws are raiding, and the fragile body under the horizontal knife is constantly forging ahead.

The antbeasts are fighting with their lives, and they are writing an immortal chapter with their lives.

Whether it's for food, for survival, for the reproduction of the clan, or for the execution of the orders of the leader of the antbeasts, all sacrifices are always great!

Under the great sacrifice of the mutant antbeasts, the bad demons began to get tired.

The horizontal knife that was handy on weekdays became heavier and heavier, and the wielding began to become weak, and the shield-like sword light gradually appeared.

Suddenly, a lucky antbeast broke through the shadow, and luckily approached the body of the short demon, and the sharp jaws slammed down, tearing off a little bit of skin with tiny scales.

Then, there is no then.