Cheng Chuan put on the battle armor, this set of battle armor cost 50,000 spars, and the customized Peixing Realm armor in the Holy Sword Mountain City almost spent all the Cheng family's savings. Cheng Chuan was usually reluctant to wear it, so he hung it in the secret room at home, and didn't dare to put it in the holy bag he carried. I have to take care of it myself every 10 days. It's money, and it's life-saving.

Yesterday the Zerg invaded, Cheng Chuan took it out of the secret room, and he was reluctant to wear it and kept it in the holy bag. What I have to do today is terrible, and I have to wear it. When I went out of the city this time, I don't know what danger Lu Dao would encounter, if there was a holy insect equivalent to the cultivation realm, he might be able to save his life.

Shen Tang and the three of them saw the battle armor on Cheng Chuan's body, and their eyes shot a hot gaze, a good battle armor, it is really a good battle armor, what have you thought about all these years, why didn't you think of creating such a powerful battle armor.

Hey, it's still the master of the Cheng Mansion who has foresight. This armor is at least the Peixing Realm, even if the entire Zeng City is killed, Cheng Chuan can escape from the sea of insects with this armor.

The three of them looked at each other and could only shake their heads. Now that you can get such a battle armor for 500,000 yuan, the three of them will have to fight.

The three of them thoughtfully followed Cheng Chuan to the town gate, and thousands of saints were puzzled when they saw the four of them appear at the same time.

"What, the Cheng Mansion mainly personally scouts the Zerg camp, it's too dangerous." When all the saints heard that Cheng Chuan was going out of the city to reconnoitre, they immediately objected. Some blocked the town gate, some shouted loudly, and some said they wanted to follow left and right. Thousands of holy priests were boiling, and their voices rose higher and higher.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you know that the other side will not be defeated in a hundred battles. If you can't get the Holy Worm Void, in the battle tonight, Zeng Zhen will definitely be exhausted, and there will be more casualties. I'm the only one in the town who has any hope of getting out, so I'll do it alone." When everyone heard this, they all wiped the corners of their eyes, and when Cheng Chuan was slapped into the stone by a fool, everyone kept talking about it as a joke. Unexpectedly, Cheng Chuan is a real man, and he can not go if he is reasonable. Death was too far away from him. Yu is already private, he doesn't have to go, he still has a family member watching him. However, at this time, Cheng Chuan has no family feud and no national hatred, just for the whole town to fight tonight, single-handedly probing the insect camp, heroic and heroic. It can shine with the sun and the moon.

Cheng Chuan flashed out of the town gate in the eyes of everyone, and disappeared into the dense forest in the distance in a few breaths.

"Lord Shen, you said that Cheng Chuan was in such a hurry, did he run away by himself" looked inside at Shen Tang and said unintentionally.

"You ....... Concubines, you can't hand it over." Shen Tang was so angry that he pointed inward, his hands kept shaking. The teeth were rattling, and the eyes were bloodshot, if it weren't for the thousands of saints who were watching Cheng Chuan, Shen Tang really wanted to slap Xiang in and slap him to the ground. Shen Tang flicked his sleeves and stepped aside. No longer pay attention to the inward.

Feng Hui hurriedly came over to make a round and glanced inward. When has this been, you don't have a brain in it, you can't say it even if you think about it.

"Lord Shen. Don't be angry, I'm unintentional, unintentional" Xiang Li Zhilu said that he had lost his words. Companion Gift.

Among the damp trees, Cheng Chuan stopped and jumped. The consciousness is released, the hearing is released 400 zhang, the sense is released 100 zhang, the forest is too dense, if it is outside, the hearing can reach 40 miles, and the perception can reach 10 miles. But now hearing and feeling are all confined to the dense trees.

Cheng Chuan could have jumped six hundred feet, but he didn't dare, so he could only leap forward little by little within the range of his senses. Feng Hui said that the holy insect had retreated ten miles, and Cheng Chuan had already jumped out twenty times, and he still didn't perceive the position of the Zerg's army.

These holy insects retreated there, hiding in the dense forest during the day, and yesterday they were going to suddenly bloody Zeng Town. There are so many mysteries to be solved. prompted Cheng Chuan to not take risks.

Cheng Chuan's goal is to climb the main peak of Nanshan, which is more than 2,000 zhang high and can see all the mountains at a glance. Bird's-eye view.

However, at this time, Cheng Chuan felt that the dense forest of Nanshan was damp and cold, which made people shudder. Every time I jump, I can't help but shiver. This chill is both familiar and shivering.

Cheng Chuan's heart was restrained, and he had to jump twice from time to time, the dense forest was too quiet, there was no trace of insects, there was no trace of wind, and all the sounds came from instantaneous movements. Cheng Chuan was more careful, let go of the defensive light mask, and changed it to a leap of fifty zhang.

Cheng Chuan knew that he was getting closer and closer to the holy worm. You should be able to see the cold light of the bone sickle, and even hear the flutter of the thin wings. However, in addition to the trees in front of him, it was still a tree, except for the grass, it was still grass, and occasionally a ray of light shot from among the dense leaves, which fell on the condensation of the blades of grass, reflecting a cold light, which frightened Cheng Chuan's heartbeat. I had to stop and stare at it.

Cheng Chuan lowered his body and stared for a long time before he realized that it was just the dew rolling among the broad-leaved grasses, because it was too big, and the reflected cold light made his heart tremble.

A blue sky suddenly appeared in front of him, and Cheng Chuan immediately slowed down, and Wuzhang and Wuzhang slowly moved away.

A clearing appeared in front of Cheng Chuan from afar. Cheng Chuan slowed down, dodged and hid behind a thick tree, and with a slight click, an apple-sized bubble turned out in the air, floated back and forth, and floated silently into the distance.

A thousand zhang, eight hundred zhang, the bubble stopped violently. In one of the hands of the "holy insect" Cheng Chuan, I don't know when a bubble appeared in the road. The bubbles are like a convex mirror, and the shadows in the distance can be seen at a glance on this mirror, and you can see that among the grass in the woods, there are giant praying mantis three or four feet high. One by one, they stared at the watermelon and shook their eyes. The pointed mouth, divided into several petals, kept chewing, and two zigzag-shaped bone sickles, shining with green light, kept dancing back and forth in front of them. Two pairs of thin, transparent wings are sometimes retracted and flapped behind them.

The blister paused for a moment on the mantis's head, drifting gently away from the edge of the bushes. There were more and more holy insects, and they became denser and denser, and the grass was full, and the trees were also full, and some of the holy insects snapped their whitish sawtooth with their teeth.

Five hundred zhang, one hundred zhang, fifty zhang, ten zhang, the bubbles floated to the edge of the bushes, and the shadow color of the forest was clearly seen, outside the forest was a large open space, the open space was thousands of zhang wide, and the stumps of two feet high were all over the place, and it was newly cut down at a glance. The stumps were densely packed with praying mantises, one by one, one by one, and there was no gap. All the praying mantis heads looked in one direction, their big eyes flashing as if something was going on there. It can be seen that these praying mantis are significantly different from the praying mantis in the woods, these praying mantis have white bodies, only two pairs of wings, and the sucked bone sickle is also white, shining dazzling snow in the sun.

Looking ahead, there was a large clearing in the distance, and the weeds in the clearing were completely gone, and thousands of Terran saints were kneeling in the clearing. One by one, their heads were lowered, their spirits were sluggish, their bodies were covered with blood, and there were countless wounds, and they could see that they were not far from death.

In front of the Terran saint is a high platform made of logs several feet high, and on both sides of the high platform stand hundreds of red praying mantises, especially blood-red eyes and bone sickles with red light, which makes people feel a chill. I don't know how many saints these bone sickles have killed to erode into this color.

The high platform is more than ten zhang long, three or four zhang wide, more than one zhang high, there are more than 20 purple mantis standing behind the high platform, these mantis wings are purple, reflecting purple light, the pair of bone sickles have disappeared, replaced by a purple sawtooth monster blade. The tip of the blade stood in front of him, incomparably mighty.

The purple praying mantis is preceded by a black praying mantis. It was as if he was wearing a shiny black armor with a black cloak like thin wings behind him. A humanoid face stands on a thin neck, and the body is still mantis-shaped, but it is much smaller, except for some long stomachs, it can also look mantis-shaped, and the lower body is not very obvious under the black armor. In front of his body stood a black-shaped double-toothed sword, which sank deep into the wooden platform.

A human-like, non-human, insect-like chirp flew out of the black mantis's mouth. "Dear mantis insect friends, in order to avenge the revenge of my brother's 'Tang Lang Patrol Envoy', I will soon be hundreds of millions of miles, and I have been searching for more than five months. All the holy insect friends and I split the mountains and cut down the thorns and the towns of Liankeshu, but I didn't think about it and still didn't find the enemy of my brother. Now that the Worm City has sent a letter, ordering the Tang Wolf to return to the defense and garrison the Drowning Ridge, the Tang Wolf has to return. In last night's battle, our clan killed more than 3,000 people of the Holy Clan and captured more than 2,000 of the Holy Clan. In recognition and thanks to the mantis insect friends for their achievements over the past few months. We decided to share the two thousand holy clans with all the insect friends, wishing all the insect friends who have obtained the spirit to reach the fixed form realm as soon as possible, the insect friends who have obtained the essence blood to reach the state of transformation as soon as possible, the insect friends who have obtained the essence and flesh to the transformation realm as soon as possible, and the insect friends who have obtained the essence bones to reach the spiritual consciousness realm as soon as possible. Take the spirit below. ”

Whoosh, twenty-four white praying mantis flew out, lifted the front row of the sixth, seventh-floor saints flew onto the wooden platform, kneeling on the stage in rows, and then, twenty-four purple praying mantis walked in front of the saints, opened their garlic mouths, couldn't see whether they were crying, or laughing, kept moving, first touched the sawtooth purple blade to the left and right holy insects, and then waved the purple blade to the audience, and the white mantis immediately raised the white bone sickle and chattered.

The twenty-four purple mantis put down the purple blade and inserted it into the wooden platform with a click. Stretching out two three-fingered hooked claws, snapped, and grabbed the hair on the head of the priest in front of him. Hearing a pop, the saint who was kneeling under him immediately opened his blood-colored eyes in pain, grabbed his claws on the top of his head with both hands, and let out a terrible howl from his mouth. This struggle was of no use to the purple mantis behind him.

The claws moved slightly, and with a click, the skull of the saint cracked a bloody slit, and it was as if a white cantaloupe was being broken, and a ball of white flowers was exposed. The purple mantis didn't care that the saint was still struggling, his head lowered, and the pointed garlic clove mouth reached into the cracked skull, and sucked it. Then, with a flick of his claws, he lifted the cracked skull above his head, and the overwhelmed shin bone made a crisp clicking sound, and the heavy body fell down.

After a few clear sounds, a toothed hoof kicked forward, and the body of the saint flew to the stage and fell heavily to the ground, and the body of the saint shook twice on the ground, twitched a few times, and never moved again. Not a drop of blood came out of the cracked skull.

The purple mantis drew its purple blade and touched it twice in the air, returning to the back of the wooden platform amid tens of thousands of chirps. (To be continued......)