Bug Master In Doomsday

Perhaps Zhang Nan’s importance is too low, or Penglai’s whim, as early as the dawn of this morning, three thousand extremely elite, extremely strong elite cultivators controlled by various secret methods took advantage of the gloomy sky. Plunged into the door to another time and space.

In a small gathering place in the central part of North China, a dozen or so people with supernatural powers leaned on the ruins and fell asleep. They worked intensively for four or five days, letting their supernatural powers follow the setting of the sun. Every day is consumed cleanly, without a trace.

And the recovery potion is like a bottle of mineral water. This way of working that does not conform to normal physiology has long caused their mental and physical fatigue to the culmination...

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" , Just about to close his eyes and continue to sleep, but the turbulent urination coming from his abdomen kept forcing him to stand up.

"Hey--!" The fat man with a black cheek and a dusty inch head reluctantly climbed up from the ruins, ready to walk to the east, which was only a dozen meters away, and dumped his belly for inventory.

The sound of water hitting the moss-covered corner, the water flow stopped, and the fat man shivered suddenly. With more energy, he picked up his pants, grabbed his belt and buckled a knot at random, just about to go back to lie down. He fell asleep again, but Yu Guang glanced at him suddenly, his drooping dim sleepy eyes suddenly opened the boss!

"Damn--! What's so special!!!" The fat man stared his eyes wide, looking at dozens of figures in the distance in the air, wearing soft blue armor and a long sword driven at will. His impression None of the troops are dressed like this, so the result is very obvious!

"Cultivators! There are cultivators! They have begun to invade, and there are cultivators coming towards us!"

The fat man walked on his stout short legs and screamed in panic. The dozen or so supernaturalists lying in the ruins were awakened by the fat man’s penetrating shouts. They were just about to scold him. After recovering, he shivered suddenly, the cultivator came!

"Don't panic!" The leader of a Tier 6 intermediate ability person shouted with a serious face. The heavy armor in his storage ring instantly covered his whole body, a handful of which was two meters long. The heavy copper rod was held tightly by his strong five fingers.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, his voice did not tremble at all, and he still said quietly: "What are you afraid of? Eight out of a dozen of us are in rank six and seven are rank five! What about dozens of cultivators? Killed They can change the bounty!"

The slightly chaotic situation was quickly stabilized by him, and everyone’s emotions gradually calmed down. That’s right, the insect group had already expected this situation at the beginning. The task of dismantling the gathering place was all high-level soil aliens. Those who can, don't say that there is no low-level one, even those below the fifth-level high-level are rare!

The leading supersonic gaze was calm. He clearly watched the at most thirty cultivators approaching them at a speed close to the speed of sound. Obviously, this group of aggressive hyenas also saw them... ..

"Put on heavy armor! Line up to fight! Everyone drink all the high-level recovery potions now, don't save the soil thorn scroll, when they fly, kill them by surprise!!!"