In the space of group fighting.

The battle ended unusually quickly.

Almost within twenty seconds, the battle was over, and the heads-up king was worthy of the name of the war machine, almost invincible in a one-on-one situation.

The undead who had just woken up from the illusion barely managed to make three moves before his head was picked off with a single shot.

The other was entangled by the Armored Ghost, and then his head was picked by a shot.

As for the only corpse beast that could fly, it was torn in half by the giant that the captain had turned into - in the group fighting space, it could not play the advantage of flying at all.

After all, the sky here is topped.

Yuan Bei had tested it, and the height was about seventy or eighty meters, and this kind of height, for a fifth-order warrior, was only a leap away.

With the death of the three undead, the space suddenly distorted, and in the next moment, they reappeared on the battlefield.

"Captain!"

"The captain is back!"

Lacking the high-end combat power of the captain, the players are very flustered.

Fortunately, it only disappeared for about twenty seconds, but nothing unexpected happened.

The captain nodded deeply, and with a shock to his body, he rushed into the sea of the undead again, and he wanted to kill as many as possible while the powerful undead had not yet arrived.

After all, the undead are undead, especially artificially cultivated, with empty heads, and not much spiritual intelligence, and only those undead who have poured a certain amount of effort into the pharaoh are wiser.

Obviously, these third- to fifth-order undead creatures, the pharaoh would not pour too much, and after the cultivation skills were mature, they would directly go into mass production.

If this endless army of the undead had been cultivated by Pharaoh one by one, then he would have been exhausted to death.

If there is wisdom, then this half day has already been broken one by one, after all, human beings are still in the minority, and the number is not proportional at all.

As soon as Chu appeared, Yuan Bei's body retreated rapidly, until he retreated to a safe place, only to close his eyes, and insert his legs into the ground again, recovering at the maximum speed.

At this time, no one will say a word of criticism.

Yuan Bei's performance was seen by everyone, in the past few hours, almost everyone had been helped by him, not to mention the previous three-headed fifth-order undead, the situation was already precarious, but after coming out of the space, only these two people were left, and no one would think about what happened.

The results alone are enough to say too much.

At this time, everyone looked at Yuan Bei's gaze, and their respect was a little more.

"Ding!"

"You trigger the possibility that a strip has been terminated. ”

"Current Progress 4/5"

"After completing the progression, you will receive the only item [Schrödinger's Experiment]"

Note: Neither Schrödinger nor quantum mechanics are responsible for this. ”

Yuan Bei saw the picture again, in the picture, the captain was killed in battle, and at the critical moment of the situation, Yu Xiangnan threw several grandmaster-level undead to come to the rescue...... Then, the image shattered instantly.

Disappear.

And in the long river, in the world where infinite ideas breed, all the possibility of the captain dying at that moment was wiped out by some kind of force.

In the midst of all the possibilities of being terminated, the captain was on the right track.

Yuan Bei didn't have too much emotion in his heart, it was only four-fifths, and there was still one time before it was completed, so I don't know when it will be.

Not to mention what the only prop [Schrödinger's experiment] was used for, he still hadn't figured it out, and if it was a fart, he wouldn't be happy in vain.

It didn't take long for Yuan Bei to rush up again, and the recovery was only twenty or thirty thousand, but it was enough for him to stand on the pile to assist, although the rate of recovery was low, but it was also considerable.

The war has been going on, and there are mountains of corpses and a sea of corpses, and there is a lot of mourning.

At this time, if someone who is proficient in death energy takes a closer look, they will find that on the countless battlefields that have been carved out in the entire [Blighted Land], within a few hours, nearly a million creatures have lost their lives because of it.

The countless dead qi gathered, like a raging sea, and like a rushing black river, along the earth's veins, like a whale sucking a long river, reaching the depths of the dense forest, as if some creature was hungry and thirsty for this death qi.

A battlefield above the sky.

Quiet, but secretly murderous, one wrong move, the face may be death.

After all, the five-headed king-level mummy was artificially cultivated, and its strength was still much weaker than that of humans of the same level, but just two people were enough to suppress it.

Five kings dealt with one Pharaoh.

In a short period of time, the two sides had contacts with each other, and they turned out to be evenly matched.

For the king, a few hours of fighting is indeed not worth mentioning, they have already broken through the limit of human individual genes, even if they stand for seven days and seven nights, they will not be exhausted.

It's just, it's just that it's evenly matched.

Even if they wanted to do something else, they were really powerless.

Although the pharaoh is a title-level powerhouse, his individual strength is not strong enough to crush the five kings, and his strength is more reflected in the army of the undead.

"Hold on for another half an hour, Elder Wu is rushing here. ”

"The Eight Kings of the New World...... This time, they were all dispatched."

The seven people transmitted sound to each other, and the sound transmission of the sword pillar at this time was undoubtedly a needle that fixed the sea, and settled everyone's hearts a little.

It's just that their hearts are also sinking slightly.

New World Eight Kings ...... Pharaoh was one of them, and his real name was actually Pharaoh!

And the other seven are on par with him in strength!

This time, all the eight kings of the New World were dispatched, what was such a big battle for?

Is it just this special Golden Rank [Blighted Land]?

And at this very moment.

Suddenly.

Heaven and earth are quiet, and time and space are stopped.

The fallen leaves on the dead trees fall gently, and the dead branches gently sway, as if in celebration!

A deep joy came, and the sky seemed to be a little darker.

The king will fall, the sky will be happy, and the earth will be happy.

Every king is a person who has broken the limit of his own genes and has a destiny, and he is the darling of this heaven and earth, and their fate has long been connected with heaven and earth.

But this heaven and earth refer to the earth.

And for the dimensional space, the king is undoubtedly the root of all evil, maggots, ants, and enemies!

"This is, the face of the fall of the king!"

"It was the pig's head and the dragon's head that killed the king of the new world!"

Everyone is overjoyed, and the addition of two new kings is enough to tilt the battlefield to the human side!

But only Jian Zhu's face was solemn, and in this falling breath, he smelled a familiar smell.

Above the sky, a shadow that obscured the sky and the sun appeared, the hair was like a steel knife upside down, the fangs were like mountain peaks, the eyes were like the sun and the moon, the momentum was like an abyss like a prison, and it was filled with blood.

This is a wild boar like an ancient beast!

"Pig's head!?"

"It's a pig's head!?"

"How so?!"

"How could it be a pig's head!?"

A heart-wrenching voice resounded throughout the withered lands.

"Kill me, Dragonhead!"

"Dragonhead, from the New World !!"

It is the sound of the pig's head, the tail of the twelve songs of Huaguo.

And before everyone could react to this unacceptable news, the huge phantom seemed to be absorbed by a force, and in an instant, it turned into a stream of air, and was dragged to a certain place.

"You dare!"

The sword pillar was furious, and the ten thousand swords in his hand bloomed with infinite light, and a sword was swung out, as if the sun, moon and stars were shining brightly!

And at this very moment.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A muffled sound rang through the withered land.

Listen carefully.

But it's like ...... The sound of a beating heart.

It seems that the sleeping king is slowly waking up.

Mutations.

Regeneration.