Chapter 467

At this time, Zhang Mu, who was playing with the tomb blood, saw this strange scene and his pupils suddenly shrunk.

Eighteen coffins?

Eighteen, isn't it?

"It's not good to be distracted when fighting."

The tomb blood opposite suddenly whispered when Zhang Muxin relaxed.

Although the voice of the words was light, the movement of tomb blood's hand was absolutely cruel.

Is to take advantage of Zhang Mu's distraction and completely break the deadlock situation just now.

The spiritual pressure of tomb blood has suppressed Zhang Mu's spiritual power back to the range of his spiritual shield, that is, five meters.

"How can we care about other places in the battle between us?"

Hearing the sound of tomb blood, Zhang Mu was anxious, but there was no emotional change on his face, but he quietly concentrated his mind.

"You can't break through my defense, and I can't help you. Naturally, it's not interesting. It's better to see other directions that can decide the outcome."

Tomb blood couldn't refuse to smile, and Zhang Mu naturally made the appearance of the whole God against him.

Let Zhang Mu sit and die?

That's impossible!

Because the tomb blood was on guard just now, he was much more careful when he cast magic.

This time, as like as two peas, he released the object of the illusion not on the tomb's blood, but for fear of being discovered by him, but rather on the blood Teng lotus that was slowly moving underground.

Zhang Mu knew the caution of tomb blood, so he had to be careful. He had only one chance.

In another battlefield, the coffin cover of 18 coffins had been slowly opened, and a trace of cold air came out of the coffin and hovered for a long time.

Bang!

A cold hand pressed on the edge of the coffin to attract the people's request.

"Come on, let me quietly cultivate a little play advice to see you, a grown fish."

The voice of the tomb blood demon sounded in Zhang Mu's ear again, which surprised the latter.

A grown fish out of the net?

Is it?

Zhang Mu's ear echoed the laughter of tomb blood Jie, carefully stared at the 18 coffins in the distance, learned the lesson of the last time, stabilized his mind, maintained the resistance strength of the spiritual shield and continued the coverage of magic.

But in this way, some loss of mind, but the blood vine lotus is very close to the location of the tomb blood.

Rub! Rub! Rub

It seemed that he was used to the temperature outside the coffin. Eighteen dark shadows suddenly patted the edge of the coffin and flew up, facing the human evolutors at the second-order peaks.

After all the cold shrouded in them dissipated, everyone appeared stunned for a moment, especially the evolutors at the second-order peak.

"This is the era merchants in the capital of Hohhot?"

Everyone couldn't believe they were the people who climbed out of the coffin!

In the peak combat power of mankind, there is no one who does not know the caravan alliance.

Because they all need to rely on this huge force, especially the lone evolutionists, many of their things are still traded with era caravans with Yuanjing and animal nuclei.

The caravan alliance and major forces, even with the city's owner eight wolf riding, have close trade relations.

Even before, many wolf riding leaders, such as Xiao nanbala, had clearly expressed their intention to take refuge in them.

It was so sudden!

No second-order peak evolutionist believes what he sees. The era merchant in the caravan alliance is two meters away from him.

But their costumes, their eyes, their veiled black yarn.

It can't be wrong. Anyone who has made a deal with them will not admit it.

Is their enemy the master behind the whole caravan alliance?

What kind of monster wants to exterminate mankind?

In the face of 18 coffins constantly emitting cold air and era businessmen standing silently next to them, almost everyone is wondering whether mankind can win the war.

This is the caravan alliance!

It is no exaggeration to say that most of the normal operation of human activities are maintained or controlled by them!

The city people have to rely on their stable source of food.

The surplus grain in the nearby ruins and cities was basically looted, except for the undeveloped wilderness.

Even if high-level evolutionists have the ability, they can't eat animal meat every day.

As for the cultivation of grain, there was still hope, but now the only plant line evolutor involved in this field, Gesang, has died in battle.

The day when human beings can grow their own food is far away.

There are countless examples of businessmen in other eras who are used to relying on their resources.

Weapons, potions, etc.

Before that, they could not imagine that era businessmen, who should be the mainstay of mankind, would become their enemies.

"How is this possible?"

The calm on Zhang Mu's face could no longer be suppressed.

I didn't say anything else, but tomb blood played a lot this time.

He actually made his own corpse puppets from the agents of merchants in 18 eras and kept them in these cold coffins.

"Why, does it look familiar?"

As if to stimulate Zhang Mu, the tomb blood issued a command. The era merchants of the 18 caravan alliance lifted the black veil on their faces at the same time.

Sure enough, it's them!

Others felt very strange to the faces of these people, but Zhang Mu firmly remembered them.

It was the era agents who were hanged on the branches by the giant ginseng king in the strange Yizhuang.

It was them, but Zhang Mu remembered that all the era merchant rings on their hands had been broken, but these corpse puppets were free to trade in the era.

The ring is broken, but it can be traded in an era. How is this possible?

Zhang Mu gradually adjusted his mood, looked at the tomb blood and said, "have you eaten the bear heart leopard courage? You dare to kill 18 era agent merchants.

If it is known by other era merchants, there is still a way for your tomb blood to survive? "

Tomb blood's face showed a playful smile.

"You are so forgetful. When I first met you, I became an era agent merchant as a newly resurrected human corpse.

I am qualified to be an era agent merchant. My corpse puppet, why not? "

"You're really confident that you can keep me, and you've volunteered to tell this great secret."

Zhang Mu is on alert. The more the tomb blood is exposed, the harder the card in his hand.

"You're right, but not only you, but everyone here has to stay on this grassland!"

The sound of tomb blood suddenly rang again. This time, it was not only said to Zhang Mu, but tens of thousands of corpse puppets or illusions.

As like as two peas, the same tone, the same indifference, makes the spine cool.

"All humans here have to stay."