"No, after eating such a big can of luck as me, the luck is still so bad that it is directly swept away by the whirlwind on this bloody battlefield?" Feng Linwan, who was in the camp, was dumbfounded.

Sitting opposite him, Camp Chief Guo, who was discussing some details with Feng Linwan, was still talking to himself.

This time, Bennett Foudy also decided to make a move. He bears the blood of the Serpent of the World, and has been in and out of the bloody battlefield many times, and death is just a homecoming for him. He will surely find the Godhead we are looking for. ”

After saying a few more words, he found that Feng Linwan was not listening at all.

Battalion Commander Guo aggravated some of his voices, and then Feng Lin called his soul back.

On the other side, Wu Qiang was caught in the center of the whirlpool, and he was destined to die.

After all, in this huge tornado, some stones and sand mixed with it are extremely evil and aggressive, and with Wu Qiang's physical strength, he really can't bear it.

But maybe it was Wu Qiang's own life that should not be extinguished, or maybe it was the luck in the pot of strong luck that really played a role.

Wu Qiang was lucky not to die.

He was wrapped in a strange cloak.

And this cloak seems to be a half-crippled artifact, even if it has dimmed its divine radiance, its defense is still excellent.

It protected Wu Qiang and survived.

When Wu Qiang woke up from his coma under the call of Feng Linwan, what he saw was an unimaginably magnificent scene.

Under the thunder noise in the distance, the two terrifying Titans are still wrestling with each other, the armor on their bodies has been torn, but their flesh has not been half rotten, and it is harder than most materials in this world.

In the shattered gorge, in a reddish river, floated the corpses of angels, demons, elves, and gods.

A terrible poison hovered over the river.

There is no need to be reminded by Feng Linwan, Wu Qiang will never approach that place.

The cloak seems to have inexplicably recognized Wu Qiang, the master, and has been shrouded in Wu Qiang's body, resisting poison from all directions for him.

A small insect that was originally inconspicuous suddenly swelled to a height of three floors, grinned at Wu Qiang, and pounced suddenly.

The next moment, a column of water suddenly erupted from the ground.

In the column of water, there is a terrifying sword intent.

The sword intent tore through the originally sturdy scale armor of the small insect that had grown larger, and slashed it.

Wu Qiang looked at his feet, and felt that there was no place to stand, it seemed that there were killing machines everywhere, and it was possible at any time, from somewhere, to sputter out terrifying power and easily tear him apart.

"Are you there? what should I do now?" Wu Qiang asked in a trembling voice.

Feng Lin said: "How do I know, this situation, have I ever encountered it?"

Wu Qiang doesn't know, but Feng Linwan understands people.

The little worm just now has clearly reached the god level, and it is a mythical level bug.

But a fountain erupted from the ground, mixed with sword qi, and it was hacked to death.

Bloody Battlefield··· It's not just horror!

"Fortunately, I never went there in person, otherwise a hundred lives might not be enough to die. Feng Lin was extremely happy.

"Anyway... Let's go according to our instincts! In this kind of place, it is useless to rely on sight and experience alone. Feng Linwan said to Wu Qiang.

Although it was dangerous all around, Feng Linwan was attached to Wu Qiang's body, and he could feel that this place was not ordinary.

Wu Qiang listened to Feng Linwan's words, and tried hard to move his feet, but found that his feet were numb, and he didn't listen to the call at all.

Hit hard, suddenly shook, and your feet slipped.

The man had already slid down a ramp into a nearby cavern.

Stumbling, dizzy, and swollen.

When he came back to his senses, Feng Linwan, who was attached to Wu Qiang, was already stunned through Wu Qiang's eyes.

In a piece of crystalline corpse, a large number of high-concentration energy crystals spread throughout the cave.

Some godheads, which shimmered with regular traces and seemed to make some kind of sound, were like particularly dazzling gems, buried everywhere.

Broken artifacts, broken magic weapons, and some unnamed, but by no means ordinary treasures, are all there, like garbage piled up in a garbage dump, scattered at random.

And at the end of the many corpses, there was a deep pool of colorful colors.

Feng Linwan's eyes straightened.

This moment... He regretted that he could not go in person.

Because it is not an ordinary thing, but after the fall of the powerhouses above the sixth level of mythology, some of their most essence and precious things are gathered together, and after many years of precipitation, the divine liquid is born.

These divine liquids are the supreme treasure of quenching the body.

In the Luo Tian Temple, every drop is worth at least one million.

But here, it's calculated in a pool.

If Feng Lin Wan had this pool of divine liquid, he could brutally pile up his physical body to a terrifying realm and level.

At that time, Feng Linwan can really change his style and take the sideways route.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Feng Lin stomped his foot and hammered his leg hard.

Battalion Commander Guo looked at Feng Linwan with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a madman.

"We don't know how to practice now, so it's too late to take one step at a time, there are a lot of gods nearby... Let's be careful, find a godhead, and then try to communicate to see if we can directly become a god and go straight to the sixth level. Then absorb the resources here and quickly fill the energy gap. Feng Linwan said to Wu Qiang.

He didn't really want to completely, completely control or manipulate Wu Qiang.

Therefore, Feng Linwan did not resist and made Wu Qiang stronger.

In fact, Feng Linwan also wanted to feel what it was like to go straight to the sixth level through Wu Qiang's perspective.

That kind of instant, the jump from body to soul may trigger his inspiration, so that his Yuan Shen completely jumps out of the sea of consciousness and achieves the real Yuan Shen Realm, instead of being a half-tone.

Wu Qiang had no idea at this time.

Although he has limited vision, he is not a fool.

I can see that I have fallen into some big treasure trove.

If you enter Baoshan, if you return empty-handed, you will be damned!

Groping around, under the protection of the cloak, Wu Qiang pulled out a godhead blooming with blue light from a corner.

The Godhead has many broken points and takes on irregular shapes.

Under the command of Feng Linwan, Wu Qiang held his breath and pressed his godhead to his head, trying to communicate.

It was only ten minutes later, but there was no response.

"Don't try it, this godhead is useless, it has been completely damaged, and the charm inside has long been lost. At most, it can only be kept as some materials. Feng Lin didn't know why, and a little happiness suddenly surged in his heart.

For this kind of true protagonist who is immortal and must have a blessing, Feng Linwan has always looked down on them, feeling that they are not relying on their true skills, but relying on forcible hanging.

"But you can also keep it, didn't we take a pot of good things from the head of the regiment? When the time comes, take this out and return it to others along with some things that we don't need. In this way... You may even be able to get the appreciation of the head of the Feng regiment. Feng Linwan upheld the heart of justice and said without guilt.