Chapter 514

"That Dongfang Ming, it's no problem to leave him like this?"

In the bamboo forest, Tuoba grass asked puzzled.

Zhao Nan nodded, "you can ignore it for the time being."

"You seem quite sure?" Linglong asked suspiciously.

Zhao Nan said calmly, "I confirmed it, so if there is no conflict, just ignore it."

In the closed battle field, after a fight, Zhao Nan did use a special method. From Dongfang Ming's mouth, he confirmed that the other party's only goal was to wait for the intelligence area to recover and find a way to enter the fantasy copy again early.

And in his words, in the world of fantasy copies, he is the protagonist of destiny. He is much more comfortable than in the global world, so there is no reason to stay here.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I think it's a useless home squatting." Tuoba grass shrugged. "Since it's all right, I'll quit."

Seeing the two men leave, Zhao Nan sighed and said to herself, "nothing? That's not necessarily... If you're not careful, even the black gun king will capsize in the gutter."

Shaking her head, Zhao Nan also withdrew from the XL world. Unexpectedly, I just woke up and received an email, which had been sent for some time. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Nan dressed and left the castle and went straight to a room in the temple.

In this room, a strange three-dimensional magic array slowly turned.

Listen to the wind city, everyone performs their own duties. Even after the return of Luohe, they squat in the military camp and say that they have found the feeling they haven't seen for a long time. It's uncomfortable to sleep anywhere, but this place is comfortable to sit on a stool.

However, there is a person who is not listening to the development of Fengcheng from beginning to end. After listening to the promotion of Fengcheng to level 6, in fact, Zhao Nan did not stop the road of urban upgrading.

A team of 100 people, handed over to the hands of dusk, is active outside. Even if monsters attack the city, they can be allowed not to come back. Of course, it's the same if you can't come back. This team of 100 people is basically the original strategy group of the capital of heaven. He and Zhao Nan made a lot of efforts to streamline the huge strategy group to become this 100 person team. They have their own important people and are basically placed in good positions. Listening to the wind city provides a very generous guarantee for their important people.

There is only one condition, that is to find the mutant monster outside the soul crystal in the death city. Zhao Nan will only completely defeat the monsters outside the crystal in this team, collect the soul of the city through the conveyor, and then return. It's only ten minutes before and after.

After a burst of colorful light, Zhao Nan was already in a dry climate. It was almost half a month ago that the daughter crystal was last transmitted through dusk.

The city in front of us is different from the place covered by plants we have seen before. It is covered with yellow sand everywhere. Many buildings have even been buried in the sand, and only one and a half tiles can be seen.

In half a month, the team seems to have crossed many places. I remember that dusk started all the way from the southwest of the kingdom of galenia.

The huge Soul Crystal in front of us is still gray and black. Although it is smashed in the dusty environment, it is still smooth. Zhao Nan's eyes turned from the soul crystal to all around. Most of the traces left after the battle have been covered by the wind and sand. The special strategy team in front of us has obviously handled the injury.

These are a group of people who are particularly murderous and violent, and they are also those who seek stimulation in the depths of their hearts.

"The battle ended three hours ago." at dusk, holding the sword and standing next to the soul crystal, "you're late. Otherwise I'll be somewhere else during this time."

"Some things to deal with." Zhao Nan went to the crystal and collected the soul of the city.

It's actually a second-class urban soul. This kind of urban soul is rare. In fact, most of the soul of the city is only level one, that is, the city that can't survive the first monster attack.

"Your luck is really good. You can find two dead cities in half a month." Zhao Nan smiled with satisfaction.

Dusk shook his head. Since he left the original death city and stepped into the world of players and aborigines again, he has been unable to adapt. There is an impulse in his heart all the time to tear and destroy what he sees. He knew that this state was bad for him. Maybe he would really go crazy that day. Unfortunately, the more you can endure, the stronger the impulse, and even to the point where you have to kill yourself to calm down a little.

"Kill me, or let me leave and live and die."

I heard that dusk once said this to Zhao Nan before Fengcheng was promoted to level 6.

Then there was the birth of this team. At dusk, as the leader of the team, on the day of accepting the team, he beat all the hundred people one by one with a fierce attitude. Zhao Nan was also secretly surprised by its ferocity.

"I don't want you to live and die, and I won't kill you. Just take this team and be yourself."

This is what Zhao Nan said before leaving to listen to the wind city.

Who can let such an uneasy bomb explode at any time? Dusk is not only tortured by the killing intention in his heart, but also mocks himself for the frightened eyes around him. Such people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, and even he is afraid. But if someone really dares to use him, is it the only meaning of their own existence?

Starting with the soul of the city, it was a fist sized prototype bead. Zhao Nan suddenly took out a map of the paradise world from her personal space and asked, "where are you now?"

At dusk, I stretched out my hand and touched on a desert kingdom called thar. "This should still be the edge. I could see many oases not long ago."

If you continue to set out from the thar kingdom to the west, you can reach the border of the night empire in two more borders... Do you want to continue to move in this direction?

The chosen ones with wings are much more mobile than the aborigines who rely solely on horses.

"Who!"

At this time, a member of the strategy group gave a cold drink. He was a fierce young man with a scar on his face. He waved his sword at a half corner protruding from the sand, and the sword light broke the wall.

At this time, a human figure jumped out high. In the hot sun, his body bent to the ground, just like a beast. His mouth kept drooling, his face was ferocious and distorted, his eyes were prominent, but only the white part of his eyes, his pupils had disappeared, and the position of his eyes highlighted the green roots!

game player?

incorrect.

Lv38 popoch (desert tribe of thar Kingdom)!

It's an Aboriginal! Zhao Nan was stunned. Why are there aborigines in such a dead city... It is reasonable to say that these aborigines in the dead city should have been incorporated into the strange space of the Tu God warship to which the city belongs.

and! There seems to be something wrong with the aboriginal look.

Although the aborigines looked strange, the strategy group came all the way across the border. The quality of the people who often went in and out of the dangerous situation was quite excellent. Immediately, two team members of the strategy group opened their wings and rushed towards bobocchi. Unexpectedly, this guy bumped his head into the sand in an instant, and then his whole body went in and disappeared!

The two players of the strategy group launched a skill attack hard towards the sand pit and directly hit a several meter pit, but they couldn't even hear the scream.

"Spread the radiation and find out the people," said the dusk coldly at this time.

Then I saw a hundred members of the strategy group flying into the air and scanning the area.

Zhao Nan frowned, and the eyes of lingjue quietly extended at this time. The surrounding scenes, big or small, were reflected in his mind.

"Over there, thirty-seven meters, two meters underground!"

But a moment later, Zhao Nan suddenly stretched out his hand and saw two members of the strategy group, a mage and a swordsman, attacking at the same time.

Only heard a bang, the sand was flying, and the Boqi who had drilled into the sand came out like a panicked lizard and crawled frantically on the ground!

Zhao Nan snorted coldly, waved her hand, and suddenly shot out vines, tying up the aboriginal.

"Say, who are you?"

Zhao Nan took a step and floated directly off the ground in front of Bobo Qi. Unexpectedly, the aboriginal in front of him was struggling with his body and made an unconscious hiss, as if he had changed into a beast, and his reason was lost.

"It's this monster again."

Dusk came over quietly and frowned, "haven't you killed customs yet?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Nan also frowned.

Dusk shrugged and said, "when I was close to the city, I met a group of such aborigines. They should be from a tribe, but some of them looked like this. When they saw normal companions, they attacked and devoured the bodies of their peers."

Dusk shook his head and said with a sneer, "I just itched and killed. I didn't expect there was more evil."

"Ah --!"

At this moment, the trapped Bobo Qi suddenly screamed in great pain and fell into great pain! The skin on his body suddenly cracked and blood burst out. Under his skin, pieces of scales appeared, a short sharp corner on his head shot out, the joints of his limbs suddenly turned, a gray rough tail grew out from behind, and his tongue stretched out a foot long and bifurcated.

Everyone was stunned to see a living Aboriginal turned into an ugly monster!

Lv40 Styx villain!

Popovich has disappeared, replaced by a monster called Styx villain.

Of course, it was only upgraded from level 38 to level 40. For the strategy group of all gold, it was just a piece of cake. There was no tension at all. What I didn't understand was this change.

"Kill?"

At dusk, he popped the long sword in the scabbard half a foot with his thumb.

Zhao Nan just frowned and stared at the monster still bound by thorns and vines, with a feeling of deja vu.