"Ke Zhenxi remote assistance, Bodhi controls the field, Bobo follows me!" Zhang Mo picked up a stick and rushed forward as he spoke. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bobo nodded, rolled up his sleeves and followed, the Heaven Dou Sutra is a kind of combat method specializing in martial arts, he is the role of ADC in this small team, and the fat man Zhang Mo is naturally a meat shield.

It's obviously a war in the world of Xianxia, and it's a kind of online game style, and this kind of scene has to be said to be a bit weird.

Zhang Mo touched a person's corpse, his fingers lightly probed and he had already felt the location of the identity card, and then with a flick of his hand, the card jumped out by itself.

There is no slow hand that can do this line, after all, this line of food is a hand speed.

Someone from afar saw the fat man's harvest, but he didn't come up to fight, and now there are still many corpses, and when they are almost found, it's time to snatch it.

The people of Bailumen looked at this side coldly, and no one came to interfere, winning the Crazy Tiger Hall, just the reward of the casino and the main god was a big gain, and they didn't look down on this little thing on others.

Peace lasted less than ten minutes, and the first battle finally arrived.

Zhang Mo's hand collided with another wizened hand.

But it's not a one-touch split, but it invariably increases its strength and prepares to kill the other party.

A bowstring sounded, and Ke Zhenxi made a move, but the target was not the thin man who grabbed things with Zhang Mo, but the feather arrow that attacked Zhang Mo from the other side...

Almost instantly, the two feathered arrows collided in the air, and then fell to the ground in unison.

"It's you again, bamboo pole..."Zhang Mo took two steps back and said tentatively.

"Hehe, it's you..."The thin man said cautiously, they are all peers, and they are also very familiar with each other, and the strength of their two teams has always been half a catty, so the thin man has no intention of continuing to fight.

But Zhang Mo didn't prepare to end it like this, after all, there was one more person in his family!

He is ready to hug this thin man without reluctance, this is not an expression of affection, but the way he launches his tricks, his muscles have accumulated powerful spiritual power, and under the embrace, he can gush out of the cells of his body, giving the opponent a strong oppressive force.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to hold this thin man, but what does the ice freezer do, it's to slow down and control the field...

So he sent a signal to Song Yan in advance and asked him to wait for the opportunity to make a move.

But

Song Yan didn't make a move.

He also disappeared and watched the entire battlefield.

Song Yan didn't forget that he didn't come to pick up leaks, he came to pick up materials!

If it is not surprising, today's scene will appear in his book in the future, and if he himself participates in it, then the book will lose its sense of justice.

Song Yan, who imitated Sima Qian for a long time, can completely achieve this kind of fairness.

Zhang Mo didn't feel Song Yan's support, and his hug naturally didn't take effect, because the thin man ran faster than him.

Zhang Mo didn't feel abnormal yet, he thought that Song Yan was delayed by something else, or simply saw too many dead people, so he forgot about his responsibility and went to pick up money?

It's not that this kind of thing hasn't happened before.,Untrained newcomers will have this kind of problem..

If Song Yan is here, he won't be able to fight, he is already ready to retreat...

Then he saw the scene that made his eyes tear, and Bobo, who was not far away, was punched and flew away....

With the eyesight of the immortals, he could naturally see that Bobo's current condition was very bad, his breath was disordered, and his meridians were broken, and this kind of injury was basically doomed to him in the future...

"You!" Zhang Mo looked angrily at the person who injured Bobo, they were not alone, but a disciple of the White Deer Sect wearing a uniform white uniform...

"What, you still want revenge?" The White Deer Sect disciple asked disdainfully, and the others also laughed when they heard this.

Who cares about this kind of lowly corpse picker?

Although it is likely that they also came from the corpse pickers, people who have such experiences tend to be more disgusted with their past, and they never mind striking the corpse pickers to show off their identity as a way to prove that they are already on top.

Although it may still be a character who will die after a war.

Song Yan didn't have any extra emotions, but he had a clearer understanding of these psychology.

He looked at this chaotic battlefield, the living Bailumen disciples were fighting alone with the captured disciples of the Crazy Tiger Hall, and there was a battle between the corpse pickers and the corpse pickers on the battlefield. Civilization?

When the main currency of a world needs to be obtained by war, the tone of the world is already predestined.

"Even if you become the god of contract, can this kind of thing be changed?" Song Yan asked.

Xiao Qi shook his head: "You don't need to change, as long as you want to progress, you always have to pay some price, it's their own choice...."

Song Yan nodded, silently wrote down these scenes, and then converted them into words and stored them in his memory palace.

There's always a time when these things will be used.

He silently left the battlefield and rushed to the hinterland of the Divine War Land.

This mountain has existed for an unknown number of years, and the internal environment is extremely complicated, and all kinds of demonic beasts have firmly sealed the path into the mountain, resulting in all kinds of plants in the mountain that have lived for an unknown number of years.

And Song Yan can perceive the memory and thinking of these plants, and then see what happened in the distant past....

Standing on the treetops, Song Yan reached into a big tree with seven or eight people hugging each other, and then closed his glasses.

In the sky, night and day alternate, and the stars are inverting with an inexplicable pattern.

If there was an astronomer here, he might be able to study a constellation of stars, but Song Yan didn't think to pay attention to these at all, he was watching the evolution of this mountain over thousands of years with the help of the eyes of this tree.

The trees on the hill dwindled, and vast swaths of land were exposed, and then the land turned into a golden desert.

The desert is sent by the wind, the wind is blown from the sea, and it turns out that the other side of the mountain used to be a sea...

But now the sea is long gone, and a city has been built there, called Tienning.

By this time, the tree's memory had come to an end, and it was the sea breeze that blew it and took root here.

Putting down the tree, Song Yan looked to the other side, there was a cedar tree that was only two people thick, but in the memory of the big tree, this cedar tree was already standing tall here when he sprouted.

Then from the vision of this cedar tree, Song Yan finally saw what it looked like before the desert was buried...

It is a white bone, and judging by this character, it should be a phalange.

Song Yan took a sharp breath, he felt that he was close to the truth of a certain fact.