Chapter 146: Although Tens of Millions of People Are Going
Wang Lang took Xin Yao's hand and walked into the bedroom, lifting the gluttonous teeth with one hand, and at this time Xin Yao looked at him and said, "Brother Lang, I can't go with you at this time, otherwise I won't be at ease for the rest of my life." ”
Wang Lang smiled, "None of us will leave, and those monsters can't do anything to us." ”
After that, he took Xin Yao's hand and came to the small courtyard, looking at a room of panicked people. "Everyone hides it, and when I don't come back, no one will open the door."
"Blackie, put this on." Wang Lang threw Xiao Hei a primary rune set, plus a rune sword. "Guard the door of my house, whoever dares to break in, kill."
Xiao Hei has long been greedy for this rune suit, and when he was in Wanren Mountain, he shouted for Lute to give him a set from the Iron Eagle Guard. But at this moment, he understood that this suit that could double his strength was not easy to wear, and he would have to face countless powerhouses of the corpse and blood clans.
After wearing a rune armor, Xiao Hei looked extremely heroic and extraordinary, and said solemnly to Wang Lang. "Boss, as long as Xiao Hei is alive, I will never allow anyone to harm the people in the house."
Wang Lang nodded, bowed solemnly to the Li family, and in the Li family's expression of wanting to speak and stopped, he jumped out of the city gate.
Looking at the rolling blood cloud on the opposite side, the heavy pressure made him nervous, he took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the opposite side. Although tens of millions of people have gone to me, at this moment, he understands the weight of this sentence, which is to put life and death out of the way, purely for some morality.
His steps were not fast, and with each step, he left a deep footprint on the ground, and at this time, the countless powerhouses opposite him didn't take him seriously at all. A human race who has not even entered the virtual realm, and is barely considered a master, is not worthy of their solemn treatment. They were waiting, waiting for the master who killed the Thousand Nights.
As his footsteps continued to move forward, the thick blood in the surrounding air deeply stimulated his nerves, giving him the idea of killing at all costs.
"Baixing, let me kill this incompetent human race." In the center of the corpse clan, a sentence came out.
In an instant, a tall flying corpse with red hair and fangs jumped out of the corpse group, only to pounce on Wang Lang.
'Hundred lines, level ninety-three, 654321 strength, 834553 physique, agility 331444, spiritual 123441, hint, this is a flying corpse with good strength, nothing special. ’
Wang Lang looked at the hundred lines that rushed towards him, and the aura of the strong attack was opened, and his attributes became not much different from this flying corpse, and his hands clenched the teeth of gluttony, and raised them high.
Bai Xing felt that it was a bit insulting to him to let himself kill such a human race, but if the adult had an order, he could only obey. In his hands, nails more than a foot long stretched out, just waiting to cut through the body of this self-defeating human race, and then absorb his blood.
Baixing's speed was very fast, and in an instant, a pair of blade-like claws came to his chest. Wang Lang let out a loud shout, and with a sword, the flying corpse was split into two halves.
Bai Xing felt the rapidly passing vitality in his body, and desperately wanted to climb in front of his lower body, as long as he touched his lower body, he had the ability to connect the two sides of his broken body, and he could save his life. Wang Lang didn't give him this opportunity, it was another sword, Bai Xing opened a pair of big eyes, and looked at Wang Lang with an unwilling face, he couldn't imagine that the human race in front of him was so strong, he couldn't even defeat Yihe.
Bai Xing's death made the corpse clan powerhouse on the opposite side a little surprised, Bai Xing was not a master, but he had also entered the virtual realm. With the powerful physique of the corpse clan, he was even cut in half with a sword, what kind of exercises did this human race use, which could instantly double its strength.
In an instant, five flying corpses jumped out of the group of corpses and surrounded Wang Lang in the middle, each of these flying corpses was much stronger than Bai Xing.
Wang Lang looked at these flying corpses and thought in his heart how he could kill these things in an instant. Turn on Berserk? Directly put aside this tempting idea, this is the ability to press the bottom of the box, as for the star picker, he didn't dare to think about it, one blow passed, and he had no ability to do it again, which obviously did not fit the current environment.
There was only a four-color battle flag, and Wang Lang directly purchased the red seven-kill battle flag, and used ten times the plunder points to upgrade to the intermediate state. The Beginner Seven Kills Banner doubles the combat power of all subordinates within a five-kilometer radius, and the Intermediate Seven Kills Banner quadruples its combat effectiveness. At this time, I can't care about consumption, seven kills battle flag, restore battle flag, and wind battle flag is fully open.
For a moment, he felt that he was a lot stronger, but at this time, he surrounded him but was not in a hurry to attack the five flying corpses, looking at the strange smile on Wang Lang's face, he was a little surprised.
Kill, Wang Lang shouted, his body turned into a whirlwind, and the gluttonous fangs in his hand were like the sickles of death, instantly piercing the heads of the three flying corpses. Originally, with this kind of injury, the flying corpse could resist it, and it would not kill instantly, but unfortunately, a powerful suction force came from the gluttonous fang.
The remaining two flying corpses saw that their companions could not die anymore, and they couldn't afford to continue the competition, so they turned around and were about to flee, how could Wang Lang do what they wanted, his body was much faster than the flying corpse, and before they could leave a few steps, they were killed by the gluttonous fangs.
Six flying corpses in a row brought him a lot of experience and plunder points, and the replenishment of the gluttonous fangs made him a little panicked at this time. Holding the gluttonous teeth in both hands, he looked defiantly at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood on the opposite side.
"Terran boy, Hugh is rampant." In an instant, an extremely tall flying corpse jumped out from the opposite side, his face was not as hideous as the flying corpses just now, but like an extremely handsome Terran guy with a great character.
Wuren is a strong man who is only one step away from the Dao Realm, as a rare genius of the corpse clan, he has always been dissatisfied with Qianye, and he was happy for a while when he heard about Qianye's death.
But at this moment, seeing that Wang Lang had killed six flying corpses one after another in front of him, his anger was on the verge of exploding. Flying corpses are no better than zombies, and even among the corpse clan, they are one of the most important combat forces. And when they went out to conquer the Xuanhuang Realm, there were only two spirit corpses leading dozens of flying corpses in total, plus the thousand nights that died before, their strength was equivalent to a small half.
Blood began to ooze from Wuyan's eyes, and then a hundred-foot-tall corpse god appeared behind him, and the corpse god slowly opened his eyes and stared at Wang Lang.
He only felt that he was being stared at by an ancient beast, as if he would be hit with a fatal blow as soon as he moved.
"Kill." Unable to bear to press his hand, the huge corpse god behind him pressed his big hand directly at Wang Lang.
Feeling the power contained in this big hand, Wang Lang rose up and dodged the blow, and there was a loud bang behind him, and Wang Lang only felt that the ground trembled. Before he could breathe his breath, there was a close attack like a storm behind him, and every time the corpse god attacked down, Wang Lang felt a suffocating momentum.