Chapter 290 is like that blue sè little yào pill! (Above)

Looking at the two crystal porcelain bottles in his hand, Lao Tang smacked his lips, but in a trance, there was a wisp of "every drink and peck are a fixed number, and there is a providence in the dark". e^ look

When he first collected the demonic blood of Manolos, Old Tang really didn't have the purpose of "foreseeing xìng", purely out of curiosity about the sequelae of Yan Zòng's "Ten Perfect Great Tonic Pills", so he wanted to collect a little, and when he had time to find a professional to study it. Even if Old Tang had a faint premonition in his mind that he would use these filthy and evil blood, he didn't expect that this day would come so soon......

The dark green sè blood in the crystal alchemy bottle was still muddy even in the morning light. And when Old Tang uncorked the bottle, a disgusting stench like jī eggs came to his face.

Let's be honest...... It's disgusting!

"Goode! You can't touch this thing!"

Seeing Old Tang's action of uncorking the bottle, the hell roaring on the side immediately stretched out his hand and shouted to dissuade him.

"To drink... I'm drinking it myself, too!"

No one in this world has a better say in the aftermath of this thing than Hellroar. The destruction of the body by the huge tyrannical power in the demon's blood is secondary, the key is that the tyrannical and bloodthirsty factor contained in the blood will affect the feelings and thoughts of those who drink the demon's blood, and become more brutal and crazy......

The roar of hell, which finally killed Manolos to regain his freedom and redeem himself, naturally won't watch Old Tang repeat his mistakes!

"Grom...... Do we have a choice?"

Old Tang let out a wry smile, stared at the battle in the distance and muttered, "I only know what to say like this...... I'm not reconciled!"

On the battlefield ahead, the Burning Legion's massive demonic army, under the command of the powerful Akméngde, crumbled the coalition's defensive lines. The polluter Akméngde, who has a cat-and-mouse mentality, and the three Medivan who beat him alone have no temper, and they stubbornly suppressed the signs of the three masters of Cenarius, Medivan, and Illidan trying to fight back and fight for the initiative.

"It's this battle that I'm leading to fight the brothers of the Dragon Wrestling Legion! They trusted and adored me unreservedly, even at the cost of their lives for my orders and decisions...... Now that the form of the coalition forces is in jeopardy, how can I leave them behind and stand by here?"

"Bring my brothers and comrades-in-arms back to their parents, wives and children intact... It's my responsibility! For the sake of this commitment...... I don't mind paying any price!"

"I'm going to fight side by side with my comrades!"

His heartfelt words made Lao Tang's original hesitant and hesitant mentality gradually become unwavering and unwavering. Compared to the success or failure of the coalition army, Kalimdo's safety, whether he will become an "evil minotaur" is really nothing!

With the stubbornness of the old Tang, since he has made up his mind, he will no longer drag the mud and water, and hesitate. After thinking about it, Old Tang endured the sharp pain in his shoulders and took out two bottles of Indigo Sè's yào medicine from the magic backpack on his waist, and threw one bottle to Hell Roar:

"It's a masterpiece of the earth, and although it doesn't taste very good, it does work. Those little things took the blood of the trolls, the demon jīnghún and the grass yào, and made this peculiar indigo sèyào water, which was better for the regeneration of wounds than any priest or shaman. ”

As he spoke, Old Tang had already tilted his neck and poured the regeneration yào into his mouth in one go.

"You hún egg, you actually took something from the ground jīng for me to drink!" The orc god of war is not a forward-looking, mother-in-law. Seeing that Lao Tang had made up his mind, he let go of his worries and stopped persuading, smiled and scolded Lao Tang, and also drank the yào medicine in his hand in one go.

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Prior to this, even if he had been given emergency treatment by his legendary aunt Magatha* Terror Totem, the power of the elements was spread unfatally, and he was almost wrapped in a mummy with bandages, but time was urgent, and with Magatha's ability, he could only stabilize the injury and not continue to deteriorate.

Old Tang's entire left shoulder was almost crushed by the collision of spells, and his entire left arm hung weakly to the side. There were countless large and small, deep and shallow wounds on the upper and lower parts of the body, almost all the collarbones were broken, and most of the ribs at the mouth of the xiōng were broken. It stands to reason that such an injury, even if it is based on the perverted body of Lao Tang, without a month or two of cultivation, it is definitely not good.

And now that a bottle of unpalatable regenerating yào is in his stomach, Old Tang's whole body suddenly becomes warm. Old Tang could even feel the cells in his body dividing and multiplying wildly, almost roughly repairing the wounds on his body.

A miracle happened, at least that's what Old Don thought. The Minotaur warrior was surprised to find that when he drank the yào water, his arms began to connect automatically to his shoulders, the shredded wounds grew automatically, and even the bones that had been broken and put back together were rapidly reinforced. After a moment, with a wave of his left arm, Old Tang found that his arm had fully recovered.

Old Tang, who had recovered most of his injuries, finally stood up from the ground, and the jīng god moved his body, looking at the demonic blood dead pig in his hand and teasing without being afraid of boiling water:

"Ge Laozi! I hope you don't get this thing a makeover and turn it into a monster! Otherwise, how can you hook up with a girl!"

Throwing a bottle of demonic blood and throwing it to the roar of hell, who was also injured, Old Tang made a toasting gesture with the alchemy bottle in his hand, and said categorically:

"Victory or death!"

"Victory or death!"

Hellroar also looked solemn and responded loudly.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the two warriors after clinking glasses had already drunk the demon blood in their hands!

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The earth swelled in a tremor of distance, and a huge pile of mud formed a thick wall of earth several meters high in front of Medivan, but this did not stop the demon's onslaught. With just a slam kick, the two-meter-thick tight earthen wall was kicked open and cracked. And when Akméng kicked down the earthen wall, four huge water elementals had already entangled him. The ice arrows from the water elemental that were six or seven meters tall slammed into the demon's body, but they were blocked and evaporated by the evil energy flames that ignited on the surface of Akméng's body, forming a diffuse stream of water vapor......

Mediven had bought enough time for the last Guardian to look at the massive demon that was rushing towards him, calmly spitting out the final part of the spell.

As the last syllable of the incantation was sung from the young mage's mouth, a strong gust of wind was the first to be summoned, blowing the demon leader as huge as a mountain into his feet, and then a rain of ice and arrows swept over the sky like hail. Even the fire of destruction summoned by Akméng was instantly frozen, and the demon of hell roared in pain and annoyance under the wind and ice.

The Staff of the Guardian erupted with a powerful blue light, and the power of the staff once again strengthened the power of the Ice Storm, and the second bō's ice and snow completely buried the demon, and the ensuing wind swept through the huge ice picks, smashing into the huge body of the Polluter.

It's a pity that Akméngde's strength is far beyond everyone's imagination, even if Medivan, whose strength is comparable to that of a demigod, makes a full attack, the sharp ice pick, after breaking through the magic shield of the polluter's body, can only leave a bruise on his tall and shocking body, and only three or two can pierce Akméngde's skin, causing some inconspicuous wounds and bleeding and freezing damage.

Even so, this is a rare injury for the three fierce men who joined forces to besiege Acéngde......

Once again, the knotted roots of the ancient tree were entangled in the polluter's double tuǐ. Taking advantage of the moment when the magic shield on the surface of Acre Méng's body was shattered by Medivan, the flying leaf pine needles in the sky were as tough as iron and sharp as knives under the reinforcement of the force of nature, and with the guidance of Cenarius, they swept like a brilliant flying leaf storm, cutting through the huge mountain-like body of the polluter.

Unfortunately, it makes no sense.

Stretching out his arm to protect his face, Akméngde still "ravaged" his body with the flying leaf knife and silver needle-like pine needles, cutting out blood marks one after another, and easily withstood Cenarius's magic attack. When a fierce and scorching flame ignited from below, the roots of the ancient trees and the huge flying leaf storm that tightly imprisoned the movement of the body were instantly ignited into a rain of fire in the sky, burning out!

"Run, little bug! Come on! Woo"

Except for the tiny cuts on the surface, the near-unscathed Polluter left a rampant smirk on the battlefield. Ignoring the "slippery and handsless" prophet Medivan, Arcméngde chased straight after the demigod Cenarius, who kept casting spells to mobilize plants to contain him.

Violently stomping on the ground, causing a violent tremor of the ground under his feet, taking advantage of the unstable footing of the King of the Jungle and the staggering figure of Ark Méngde to cast a finger of death again, bursting out a tyrannical beam of cold energy, which instantly hit Cenarius's waist.

Time does not allow the King of the Jungle to think meaninglessly, and any hesitation is cruel on the battlefield.

Completely ignoring the meager protection that the vines of the ancient tree could provide, the power of evil energy simply pierced through the protection that Cenarius had put on his body. The power of the Death Finger is not enough to achieve the power of death in the body of this demigod, but it is also not to be underestimated. The body of the stag of Cenarius was instantly torn off by the tyrannical flow of energy, and the tendons, blood vessels, and internal organs in the air seemed to be scorched, filled with a mouth-watering and disgusting aroma......

"Ah!!h

The unspeakable pain of the Jungle King left a roar of pathos and pain on the battlefield. In an instant, Cenarius, who was already exhausted and was about to be unable to support it, was severely damaged.

"Hmph, I said I would break your neck with my own hands, just like I would break that incompetent old deer!"

Arkméng sneered disdainfully, and his huge body had already strode forward, facing Cenarius who was paralyzed on the ground with a punch! Illidan in mid-air and Medivan dozens of yards away were too late to rescue!

Cenarius is in the depths of death!

There was a loud "boom" collision, and the punch that the polluter was determined to win was placed on top of two hideous giant hammers, and no matter how hard the demon leader tried, he couldn't move an inch!

The violent collision raised the smoke and gravel in the sky, and in the dust that obscured the vision, a rebellious response resounded on the battlefield:

"I also said that I would have a good 'talk' with you, Akméng!" Book Network www. T