Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 126 125. Moonlight!Blast them!

(three more)

In the dark night, in the depths of the dark woods, a pair of faint pupils suddenly opened, like large light bulbs, emitting orange light.

Yang Ming and his party had just rested for less than an hour, and they faced severe challenges again.

close!

Closer!

The ground undulated violently, and the sound of rumbling footsteps came from far to near.

A large area of ​​shrubs was directly stepped on the mud pit, crushed under the footprints that followed, and the birds in the forest were startled, chirping very annoyingly.

Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly. Relying on the three-gauge jade writing sharing eye, he passed through the night, and he could clearly see the scale of the beast horde, which was even bigger than the daytime!

A familiar figure rushed out first. It was the Tyrannosaurus rex-shaped thousand-year-old soul beast that Yang Ming and his group first encountered. It was about to be promoted to ten-thousand-year soul beast, and the tyrannical aura blew from it like a whirlwind.

Zao Wou-ki and the snake woman Chao Tianxiang had already formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and immediately summoned their spirits to intercept them.

Zao Wou-ki's whole body was built up with muscles, turning into a devil muscular man over two meters tall. Coupled with his bald head that Yang Ming had burnt to the point that not a single hair remained, it was as if Mr. Saitama was still alive.

A big golden palm slapped forward like a bulldozer. The air in front of the palm was compressed so tightly that the fallen leaves on the ground collapsed a bit wherever the wind pressure passed.

Snake woman Chao Tianxiang is equally strong, waving a snake-headed staff with both hands, the wooden staff is shadowy, quite impressive.

Originally, with the strength of a soul sage and a soul emperor, it was more than enough to deal with a 9000-year-old soul beast.

However, what makes people feel desperate is that behind this soul beast, there are twenty real ten-thousand-year soul beasts!

Every ten-thousand-year-old soul beast has red eyes, from which anger and hatred are gushing like fireworks.

Regardless of whether this beast tide was caused by humans at the beginning, but at this stage, the disgust and hatred for human beings have already completely aroused the blood and tyranny in the hearts of these soul beasts. Stop them in their tracks!

Zhao Wuji and Snake Chao Tianxiang were entangled by twenty thousand-year-old soul beasts. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thousand-year-old soul beast resembling a tyrannosaurus rex broke into the camp directly.

If there is only one end of it, Yang Ming and the rest of the team are confident that they can take it down within 3 minutes.

But the problem is, there are raging soul beasts rushing in behind!

The ten-year soul beasts are the most numerous, followed by the century-old soul beasts, and there are exactly one hundred thousand-year soul beasts.

Even the most inconspicuous ten-year soul beasts, once the number surges, reaching tens of thousands, has changed from quantitative to qualitative, which makes people dare not underestimate them!

In the face of such a rolling flood, Yang Ming could only protect himself and the people around him.

"elder brother!"

Seeing the tide of beasts intercepting the camp in half, Xiao Wu jumped around anxiously on the spot and waved her hand towards Yang Ming.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Wu, I'll be right over!"

Yang Ming tried his best to pass through the beast tide, but there were too many soul beasts around him. Although most of them were ten-year-old soul beasts, they could be easily killed with a single sword, but these usually inconspicuous soul beasts became the biggest obstacle.

At this time, only Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng Yiran, whom Yang Ming had just met, were left beside Yang Ming.

The rest of Dai Mubai and the others were all scattered by the sudden beast swarm, they could only hope for luck.

In a flash, Meng Yiran came to Yang Ming's side.

Meng Yiran clearly saw Yang Ming's predicament, and said:

"For the sake of treating me to chicken legs, I'll help you!"

Don't look at Meng Yiran who only looks like a slender girl, she doesn't look like a girl when she makes a move. Not only is her momentum extremely fierce, but her soul power is also full of domineering aura.

The first spirit ring skill, Tongue Blade!

From the snake head on the top of the snake head crutch, a two-foot-long tongue spewed out, instantly closing the distance between it and a hundred-year-old soul beast. The tongue blade shone with a blue luster, obviously smeared with poison.

The hundred-year-old soul beast twisted its waist as hard as it could, and although it managed to avoid its vitals, it was inevitably cut obliquely by the tongue blade.

The wound immediately began to fester, and the toxicity eroded in.

Suffering poisonous damage, the century-old soul beast became slow and stiff, and was hit on the back of the head with a sap by Meng Yiran, causing concussion and death directly.

It has to be said that Meng Yiran's offensive is quite fierce, and has the essence of quickness, precision and ruthlessness.

However, it took a full 5 minutes to clean up a century-old soul beast.

But in the beast tide under the vast night, like the hundred-year-old soul beast that was killed just now, there were hundreds if not thousands, and they couldn't be killed at all.

Meng Yiran's hands froze. Originally, she thought that she would be praised by Yang Ming.

After all, among her peers, it was not uncommon for her to kill a hundred-year-old soul beast so cleanly.

It's just that she waited for a while, but she couldn't wait for the praise, so she couldn't help but feel confused.

Turning his head, Meng Yiran saw an extremely astonishing sword energy.

The sword energy with the width of the door slices vertically and vertically, seeing the soul beast in front of it as nothing, and easily cuts the soul beast in half like a hot knife cutting butter, no matter whether it is a ten-year soul beast or a hundred-year soul beast , Cut melons and chopped vegetables like minced meat scattered across the ground.

In an instant, Yang Ming directly cut a long and narrow path in the middle of the beast horde, about one meter long and half the size of a human head in width, and the gap was quickly filled by the beast horde behind.

Even so, Meng, who was watching, still breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Yang Ming seemed to be very dissatisfied with such a result, and his brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan shape.

"That's not enough!"

Hearing this, Meng Yiran's chest heaved violently, all because of anger.

At this moment, Meng Yiran is like a scumbag in the classroom. After the exam papers are handed out, he thinks that he has performed well with a score of 90 in the exam, but he sees the bully in the class pointing at him with a score of 149. Fen frowned, sighed, and said, "You did poorly in the exam."

Oh, the full score is 150 points paper.

Sometimes, comparing people to people can really piss people off.

Yang Ming wasn't in the mood to pay attention to other people. Seeing all kinds of soul beasts in all directions, he felt faintly anxious.

Just at this time, a round of bright and clean poked out a corner from behind the thin clouds, and radiantly sprinkled the moonlight like a tulle on the ground.

The cold moonlight cast spots of light from the gaps in the branches and leaves, and landed on Yang Ming.

Spreading his right palm, looking at the spot of light in his palm, Yang Ming was shocked.

The mysterious sword in his hand seemed to respond to his emotions, and the blade made a sword sound like a dragon swimming.

Clenching the hilt of the sword suddenly, Yang Ming's eyes burst into a terrifying light, and he rushed directly into the beast horde.

"Moonlight! Flash them!"

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(End of this chapter)