Chapter 272: Three-way Movement
The map of the high-level criminal area appeared in Qiao Guang's mind, the terrain features were not much different from the intermediate criminal area, but the prisoners held here were more important, and the jailers were more vigilant.
The first thing Qiao Guang did when he came to the high-level criminal area was to contact Li Jin and them.
"Brother Jin, I'm Qiao Guang. ”
Receiving Qiao Guang's communication, Li Jin looked very surprised, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and said, "Received, we are now in the senior criminal area, where are you?"
"I've just arrived here, too. ”
Qiao Guang looked at the surrounding environment to see if there were any landmarks.
"Hmm...... At one of the entrances, nothing special. ”
"Good. Li Jin paused and asked with concern, "I heard that the mid-level criminal area has been locked down for a long time, are you okay?"
"Nothing. Qiao Guang smiled, "It's just that the Magical Heavenly Kingdom has also sent people, and our actions may have to be accelerated." ”
Li Jin was taken aback: "They're here too, what are they doing here?"
"Who knows?"
Qiao Guang's unbeaten face appeared in Qing Tianyu's mind, and said: "Maybe they came with us, I don't know if they have other purposes, but Chao Yongzi probably has other ideas." ”
"Oh?" Li Jin was stunned.
Qiao Guang thought of the ruthless little white tiger, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Let's not talk about it yet, let's discuss it after we meet." ”
There are no special buildings around, and Hell is so monotonous. But Qiao Guang and the others are all from Mogu, and finding special in the ordinary is a necessary skill, and soon, the three of them met in one place.
Li Jin first took a closer look at Qiao Guang, and after finding that he really didn't look like he was seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This operation is not going well, before it starts, the wind is gone, if something goes wrong with you now, I really can't explain it when I go back." ”
Qiao Guang smiled and said, "Aren't I standing like this?"
Seeing that Li Jin genuinely cared about himself, instead of trying to find out his identity in the name of concern, Qiao Guang felt warm in his heart. The wind had only been out for a long time before, and when he came back, he was impersonated, Qiao Guang had just been locked up in the Eastern District for so long, and the probability of being impersonated would only be greater, but Li Jin's focus was still on whether he was injured or not, which made Qiao Guang very moved.
"That's right," Li Jin said suddenly, "There's news from the organization that the ninth-level supernatural has come to support. ”
"Really?!"
Qiao Guang was overjoyed, if he could have such a right-hand man, the difficulty of the task would be more than doubled!
Li Jin nodded: "I used special means to contact the Mogu headquarters and informed us of our location, the ninth-level powerhouses of Mogu are rushing over as quickly as possible, and I believe that it will not be long before reinforcements come." ”
"Okay," Qiao Guang pondered for a while, then said, "The situation here is more complicated, we will not act separately, we can take care of each other together, if nothing goes wrong, Feng should be imprisoned on this floor." ”
"It's been so long, and I haven't seen an evil god appear, I'm afraid I'm waiting for the rabbit. ”
On the side, Tu clenched his fists, his voice was dull, and the safety of the wind was always wrapped around his heart.
The three of them glanced at each other, if it was from the perspective of the safety of several of them, it should be the most suitable time to wait until the ninth-level ability came over before acting, but they could afford to wait, but the wind could not afford to wait.
Silent silence.
"Let's go, it's okay. ”
Qiao Guang
Suddenly, he said with a smile: "I believe in the organization, and I believe in ourselves." ”
......
At the same time, the other side.
The evil god who was good at concealment sat on his knees on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, his breath flowing for a long time.
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and an unhealthy flush welled up on his face, and his mental state recovered a lot.
"How's it going?"
Beside him sat a number of people dressed in the same costume, all dressed in tight black, masked and wearing narrow knives, revealing only the faint eyes in the middle. Seeing him spitting black blood from his mouth, one of them asked, without emotion.
The evil god who was abused by Qiao Guang scolded and said, "No, cultivation has indeed fallen!
The man next to him was stunned, his expression became serious, his face was solemn, and he said with a straight face: "That young man really devoured your cultivation for you?"
"Or else?!"
The evil god glared angrily, eager to cut Qiao Guang with a thousand knives.
This evil god who fell from a seventh-level supernatural to a sixth-level supernatural is a thousand changes among the thirteen evil gods. And the one who asked him just now was the head of the thirteen evil gods, and he had the strength equivalent to that of a ninth-level supernatural person.
Thousands of changes, what changes is the face, and what he is best at is to pretend to be a variety of identities to perform tasks. Once, someone paid a lot of money to reward the head of the leader of the opposite side of the interest, and many people took the task, but after several years, no one completed it. The assassination target is too vigilant, there are countless firepower gathered around at all times, and there are countless bodyguards, and those who went to assassinate were unsuccessful, but lost a lot of heads.
Until that day, the evil god of the tomb made a move, and no one knew how he made the move, and no one even knew that he killed that person. Changeable infiltrated it, and two days later, disguised himself again, without alarming anyone.
Just when everyone thought that the man was still like a turtle with a shrunken head in a turtle shell, and had not seen a human figure for nearly a week, when they went in to investigate the situation, they found that not only him, but everyone around him had been brutally killed, and the blood stains all over the house were congealed, like blood-red snowflakes condensed in winter, and a room with dozens of dead people was decorated into the appearance of a work of art.
Among the thirteen evil gods of the Tomb, Qianchang is not a puppet, Wanhua is a half-puppet, with a semi-autonomous consciousness, but in the end, he has to completely obey the orders of the Tomb, the other three eighth-level, three seventh-level, and five sixth-level are all completely puppets of the highest level, without any self-awareness, unable to feel pain and discomfort, the meaning of their existence, only fighting, desperate, is a veritable war machine.
Wanhua, the only one among the evil gods who has the strength of a ninth-level ability, is not famous for his appearance, but for his unpredictable moves, and the speed of the narrow sword is like thunder. Although it only has a semi-autonomous consciousness, it does not affect its strength in battle at all, and even because of its ghostly body and fierce fighting style, it can make its strength even higher.
Now, the thirteen evil gods did not appear at the same time, only four of them were present, in addition to the Thousand Transformations and Ten Thousand Transformations, there was also a seventh-level, one eighth-level, and the other evil gods were still distributed in various areas of the Ice Horn Mountain, acting as eyeline, and any abnormal movements could be transmitted back to the tomb as soon as possible.
However, to deal with Qiao Guang and the others, these four evil gods are far enough.
They sat in silence at the gate of the prison, where the unconscious wind was imprisoned. They don't go anywhere, instead of playing hide and seek with Qiao Guang and being played around, it is better to wait for the rabbit and wait quietly for the prey to come to the door.
......
Outside the Ice Horn Mountain. The hermit's garden of people.
Wu Bulin went crazy, and everyone in the Hermit Garden was on the verge of collapse. The general knelt in front of Wu Bulin, the fat on his face trembling, as if waiting for the sentence to be announced
like a prisoner, his heart is terrified.
"Peak Master (Second Uncle), we ......"
The general and Wu Ge spoke at the same time, looking at Wu Bulin, who was sitting on the throne.
The demon stood with his hands on his chest, leaning against the door with his back leaning, his face couldn't tell what the expression was, and the grass roots in his mouth jumped up and down. Those who are familiar with the demon stream will know that this means that this guy is rarely serious and thinking about problems.
"I have already reported to the Ancestor," Wu Bulin opened his eyes, his eyes burning with the flames of war, "He will come over in person and take our Hermit Garden army with him." ”
After knowing that Wu Shuxia was missing, Wu Kong, the ancestor of the Hermit Garden, who was also Wu Shuxia's father, was silent for a long time.
At both ends of the communicator, neither of them was silent.
"Within an hour, the entire army of the Hermit Garden was dispatched. ”
"If Xiao Xia has the slightest mistake, he will definitely raze the tomb. ”
These are the exact words of Wukong.
After finishing speaking, there was a busy sound from the communicator, and Wu Bulin held the communicator and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Until he finally accepted this fact, this was not a dream, the battle between the hermit garden and the mausoleum had officially begun.
Wu Bulin sighed, this world is going to start to be unpeaceful again.
It is inevitable that the battle will turn from a secret fight to an open fight, which will inevitably have an impact on the lives of ordinary people. As one of the largest organizations in the world, Mogu has managed to find a balance that is now about to be destroyed in the hands of the mausoleum.
Looking at Wu Bulin's uncertain face, Wu Ge was a little worried, and asked, "It's been almost half an hour now, will the ancestors really lead the whole army over?"
Wu Bulin smiled bitterly: "You don't know Wukong's character...... Xiao Xia is a reverse scale that he must never touch, and he can do whatever it takes to do so. ”
"What do you think the tomb is doing this for?!Just to threaten us to cooperate with them?!"
Wu Ge was extremely irritable now, and his tone became uncontrollably strong.
Could it be that just for a cooperation, you want to offend everyone in the Hermit Garden?!
"As long as the benefits sought are large enough, there is no risk that cannot be taken. ”
The more Wu Bulin thought about it, the more solemn his face became, and he was secretly frightened.
The mausoleum is so difficult for the hermit garden, isn't it making things difficult for yourself? Isn't it making things difficult for everyone in the world?
If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent.
This time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to die well.
While the crowd was sometimes silent, sometimes discussing, there was a roar in the sky above them, and the whirring of propellers cutting through the air was extremely harsh.
Everyone present looked stunned, and almost at the same time stood up and hurriedly walked towards the door.
Here it comes.
There was a man standing in the doorway, wearing a blood-red cloak, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and there was no wind to automatic.
......
There were no obstacles in finding the wind, not even a few of the jailers.
It's as if everything was arranged.
Qiao Guang stopped, and Li Jin and Tu behind him also stopped.
In front of him were the four evil gods.
Qiao Guang exhaled, tilted his eyes back, and asked softly, "Tu, can you use your abilities here?"
"Yes. ”
"Then ...... Let's get started!"
The figure is fleeting.
Wanhua's eyelids, which were leaning against the wall, were slightly raised, and a knife was handed out.
The power of a ninth-level supernatural rises to the sky!
Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly.
The one from the other side is also not weaker than his might!