Zheng Shuanglong killed a Tyndalus Hound, completely wiped it out from the long river of time, and then was targeted by other Tyndalus Hounds on the Great Western Continent. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Twelve minutes, six thousand miles away, slaughtering thirty-seven Tyndalus hounds, confronting sixteen lower independent races and three upper independent races, before the old dominators were killed, they finally killed the hounds of Tyndalus on the Great Western Continent, got rid of the entanglement of those lower independent races and upper independent races, and avoided the pursuit of other monsters in the Cthulhu mythos.

It's not easy, it's not easy, it's really not easy to be able to stab the hornet's nest and still be able to fight your way out alive and escape the pursuit of those Cthulhu monsters that are raging on the Great Western Continent.

However, even if it was not easy, Zheng Shuanglong also killed it.

After a fight, this bloody battle also let many gamers, let the old rulers know, and let the Atlantean civilization know that there was a powerful and quite unkind guest on the Great Western Continent. Although this can't disrupt the overall battle situation, it also makes many of them save some thoughts.

After all, being able to kill all the Tyndalus Hounds in the Great Western Continent shrouded by the Thunderstorm under the siege of so many upper-rank independent races and lower-rank independent races is a combat power that even ordinary old rulers may not be able to do.

In the current situation of tense combat power, in the current confrontation between the Atlantean civilization and the old rulers, every effective combat power is so valuable and exciting.

Why did Cthulhu sink into the Pacific Ocean, not because he wanted to suppress it, to contain the outer gods. Why did Naiarathotep not say anything when Zheng Shuanglong was killing and fighting for thousands of miles, it was not because he was involved in the Atlantean civilization and couldn't get out.

In this stage of stalemate between the old rulers and the outer gods, ancient gods, and major civilization races, at the moment when Nyaratotip is attacking the Great Western Continent, and at the moment when the battle is fierce and palpitating, Nyaratotip can be released to wreak havoc on the Great Western Continent, and the crazy killing is only some of the lower independent races, the upper independent races, as for the superior servant race, the lower servant race, and even the major old dominators, Nyara Totetip has no way to let go.

After breaking with the old rulers, I want to inquire about some news, but I am afraid that I will have to find another way, but Zheng Shuanglong does not regret it, although he promised Cthulhu to do some intelligence work, collect some intelligence, and give Nyarratto Tipu a little help within his ability if he can, but since those lower independent races and upper independent races have killed themselves and provoked themselves, how can Zheng Shuanglong bear it, if it is not for the perception that the breath of those old dominators is getting stronger and stronger, it may come here at any time, Zheng Shuanglong was only afraid that he would put on the star array, kill him and kill him, kill him with a river of blood, and kill him with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

If you can't defeat the old dominators, you can't kill a staggering number of servant races, can't you kill those low-level independent races and upper-level independent races that are scarce in number and can become a race with one unit?

Although the strength of the lower independent race and the upper independent race is strong, the number is too scarce. And the scarce quantity, for them, is fatal.

Covering the sky, blood shadow needle, purple electric hammer, fishing drum, heart lock, Qiankun fan, Tibetan immortal map, eight treasure ruyi bag, banana fan, coffin lamp, red hydrangea, four elephant pagoda, sun and moon beads, golden Jiao scissors, great god declaration, world book, control magic mirror...... These strengthened artifacts still pose a certain threat to the independent races of the Cthulhu Mythos in the small world.

[Zhou Tian Star Sword Fighting Battle], [Meteor Marksmanship], [Star Silence Fingering], [Starlight Twinkle], [Crescent Moon Duel], [Starlight Force Field], [Space Technique - Void Walk], [Space Technique - Time and Space Travel], [Silver Butterfly First Dance, Silver Butterfly Second Dance, Silver Butterfly Final Dance], [Life Activation Technique], [Throne of the World (Fist)], [Great Explosion Star Fist]...... and so on, and the deal with killing is scattered. Killed out of those monster-like independent races. Killed a way out of the way.

Zheng Shuanglong, who got rid of the pursuit of those old rulers, walked towards the depths of the Great West Continent, not to mention the six thousand miles of battle before, and killed a bloody road, but it was only dangling in the peripheral areas, and for the entire Great West Continent, it was nothing at all.

After all, the real battlefield, the real and powerful monsters, are engaged in a terrible confrontation in the center of the Great Western Continent, and they are engaged in a heart-palpitating battle.

It is precisely because the particularly powerful existence has been dragged down that a gamer like Zheng Shuanglong who has come to the Great Western Continent has a way to live, otherwise he will be targeted by those monster-level old dominators, those terrifying light messengers of the Atlantis civilization, and they will be washed in blood if they don't get it right.

It is precisely because the major forces are engaged in a terrifying and terrifying fierce confrontation that the top existences are all restrained by each other and unable to make a move, so that there is a way for the gamers to live.

Otherwise, in three days, hehe, if you throw a team of fifty gamers directly into the center of the most intense battlefield, it is estimated that you will not survive even three minutes.

Those old rulers are no joke, and those who have fought against the old rulers to the present civilization and the old gods are no joke. Those slave races that are counted in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions are not a joke. Being targeted by those monsters and escaping is a problem.

In the same way, the lower and upper independent races in the Cthulhu Mythos, which can form a single race, are not easy to mess with.

Zheng Shuanglong fought a bloody way and a way out of their encirclement and suppression. He also killed all the hounds of Tyndalus, a high-ranking independent race on the Great Western Continent that was surrounded by a thunderstorm.

However, this does not mean that other gamers have the strength and luck of Zheng Shuanglong, more than half of the gamer teams that entered the Great Western Continent have died no less than ten player teams just now that three hours have passed, and under the law of the jungle, they have been eliminated by these subordinate independent races, upper independent races, and those monster-level creatures living on the Great Western Continent. The unceremonious gluttony is gone. How cruel it is.

However, no matter how cruel it is, Zheng Shuanglong is still alive, still playing a survival game, still trying to explore, and exploring the Great West Continent, which has almost endless treasures. Zheng Shuanglong, the general treasure of heaven and earth, does not put it in his eyes, but this does not mean that there are no treasures in this great Western continent that make Zheng Shuanglong's heart move. A treasure worthy of Zheng Shuanglong's redemption with points.

Three days is a challenge and an opportunity, a crisis and an opportunity. At the same time, it is also the best way to draw the style of the gamer in the game life competition. The specific harvest depends on how the gamer grasps it.

Carefully avoiding the various dangerous creatures, the other player teams, Zheng Shuanglong headed towards the treasure land sensed in the dark. Towards the land of the treasure that has given it its calling.

Each player is the pride of the sky, and in their respective forces, they are basically geniuses, and they are also geniuses among geniuses, otherwise, they can't be summoned by those behind the scenes. The person who puts it in determines the great benefit of the game life contest.

Therefore, although the gamers are all enemies in the world, and the gamers are all friends without friends, this does not mean that the gamers must kill a river of blood in some of them.

After all, the survival mode in this game life competition has not yet reached the most intense moment, in addition to the competition between each other, there is also the mysterious environment in the game, the pressure of the old dominators, the pressure of the outer gods and the ancient gods and various civilizations, the super difficult time in the survival mode of these three days, they came to the Great Western Continent, at least most of them are not to fight with others, but to find various ruins and treasures, there is no need to make enemies with everyone. Of course, when it is time to fight, it is still necessary to fight, and if necessary, it is still necessary to fight.

Maybe in the last hour of the seventy-two hours of survival mode, or even half an hour, the gamers will go on a killing spree, but now, it's not that time. Instead of spending time fighting, it is better to find all kinds of heavenly treasures and all kinds of rare treasures.

Following the call in the dark, Zheng Shuanglong came to a forbidden area, and along the way, the sky was covered by big trees, and he didn't know how many years it had grown, and one by one they rose from the ground.

The aura in this forbidden area is extremely sufficient, far more abundant than the outside world, and it can't even be compared to the games of the Game Life Competition, however, this treasure land, this place where the aura gathers, is a place where monsters are rampant, and even Zheng Shuanglong's strength can only be a careful place.

This caution is not afraid of the independent races of the Cthulhu Mythos who are frantically searching for their traces, but the strength of the monsters living in this forbidden area, which is really terrifying. It's scary, it's scary.

In the sky, from time to time, the land will pass by extremely terrifying demon beasts, and the air currents that pass through can kill the weak ones among the lower independent races, and such monsters can only be dealt with by the old rulers.

However, what makes Zheng Shuanglong more strange is that it is obviously such a dangerous forbidden area with such terrifying power, and the old ruler of the Cthulhu mythos did not send a great being to guard it. This really shocked Zheng Shuanglong, who was opening the world book and running all the time to collect breath.

The danger of entering this forbidden area is no less than Zheng Shuanglong's battle for six thousand miles, killing the lower independent race and the upper independent race in the Cthulhu mythos, killing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, killing a bloody road, and a way to survive is easy.

If it weren't for the inspiration in the dark, Zheng Shuanglong would not have approached this forbidden area, and the aura of those monsters really made Zheng Shuanglong suspect that even if he opened the Star Array, he didn't know if he would be able to kill them.

However, no matter what, Zheng Shuanglong finally walked into the center of the forbidden area, and following the call in the dark, a wreckage fell into Zheng Shuanglong's eyes, Zheng Shuanglong hurriedly went up to take a look, although the terrain has been covered by the ancient trees in the sky, but Zheng Shuanglong can still see that there is a huge square paved with white marble underneath, and a little white color occasionally revealed confirmed Zheng Shuanglong's thoughts.

This is a site left by the Heavenly Court of the Ancient Demon Clan, which once suppressed the Ten Thousand Worlds, commanded the Universe, and overcame the Heavenly World. And only this ancient demon clan Heavenly Court, who was squatting behind Zheng Shuanglong and didn't know what to plan, could let Zheng Shuanglong have a dark perception.

Presumably, there are items in the ruins of this small world that make Zheng Shuanglong's heart move, otherwise, this so-called underworld is too cheap.

Slightly glanced at this extremely dilapidated ruins, the ruins of the Ancient Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, a stone tablet between the two ancient trees caught Zheng Shuanglong's attention, this is a huge stone tablet that is more than fifty meters high, a stone tablet that has stood here for a long time but is still undamaged, and a stone tablet that is consistent with the stone tablet of the inheritance square in the ordinary and decaying scroll.

On the stele, there is a vague ancient seal character, an ancient seal character that makes Zheng Shuanglong feel a little confused.

Looking at the ancient seal characters on this stone stele, Zheng Shuanglong stepped forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe away the soil left by the long years on the ancient seal characters.

Suddenly, at the moment when Zheng Shuanglong came into contact with the ancient seal characters, suddenly the surrounding scene changed wildly, and Zheng Shuanglong could seem to be in the sky above a palace group.

Spanning endless years, shuttling through long time and space, witnessing the moment of the decay of this ancient ruin, and witnessing the peerless style of the ancient demon clan, going against the sky and destroying the world.

Above the vast building complex, there are dense thunderclouds, that terrifying power, that terrifying thunder, far more dangerous than the thunder that envelops the entire Great Western Continent, this is a qualitative gap. It's a gap that can't be bridged by volume.

"Boom!" Tearing the sky, shining in the world, countless electric snakes and thunder dragons in the clouds in the distance frantically slashed towards the gorgeous buildings, facing this world-destroying thunder, the enchantment on the building complex was split, the protection was torn apart, the blessing was scattered, the roaring sound sounded, and I didn't know how many buildings were cleaved down for a while.

"Who dares to go wild here!" At the moment when the complex was bombarded by the thunder of the destruction of the world, a roar full of majesty came from all directions, "Hum! With a low bell ringing, countless sound waves instantly spread out, and countless electric snakes and thunder dragons were wiped out invisibly.

"Break it for me!" There was another shout, and a pillar of golden yellow air dozens of feet wide rushed straight into the sky, breaking up in the clouds that were not known how many meters thick.

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man dressed in a golden imperial robe, full of majesty, with a face as heavy as water, flew over the dilapidated buildings and looked at the sky coldly.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar figure, Zheng Shuanglong understood and understood who he was. The lord of the Heavenly Court of the ancient demon clan, holding the Eastern Emperor Bell to suppress the Universe and the powerful person who suppressed the heavens - the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. (To be continued.) )