Bug Master In Doomsday

"Bah~Bah!" A slight air corrosion sounded. Wang Mang, who was lying on a thick tree, was still in a coma, but his left arm had recovered.

A fierce ghost brand on that strong forearm oozes a bit of black mist, escaping into the air, adding a few invisible sounds to the quiet forest.

Wu Jian, who was previously wiped out by Ling Xiaozi with a wave of his hand, is now very difficult to drill out of the brand, and the original lifelike human form becomes extremely blurred.

The huge black mist only showed a face similar to Wang Mang. He quietly looked at his unconscious master, and sighed quietly.

To talk about the understanding of the master, I am afraid that no one in the world can compare to him. He is the embodiment of the master’s emotions. His thoughts, his body, and everything about him are given by the master.

It can be said that he is part of the master's body! But in such a situation, even if it was him, he couldn't help feeling melancholy!

Now the owner’s body is definitely a serious injury from a serious injury. The bones are shattered, the skin and flesh are burnt, and the internal organs are almost broken into pieces.

The reason for not dying is due to the extremely powerful vitality of the detached body and the extraordinary willpower of the master. If at any moment, the master can't sustain it, then he, including the blood dragon, will die immediately!

"Blood Dragon, don't send energy anymore! Now go to the Dragon City with all your strength. There is a time-space gate there. There are many subordinates of the master in the secret realm. Only they have enough healing potions in their hands!

The endless black mist body floated beside the head of the blood dragon, and gave a command to it, and then the black mist rose up, enveloping Wang Mang's body, and jumped onto the back of the blood dragon together!

"Roar!" A dragon roar that frightened the mountains and forests, the eyes of the blood dragon shone with a shining light, and the huge body suddenly rose into the air.

Without a dragon claw, it is still the overlord in the sky, and its flying speed is still so terrifying!

The howling wind, the biting qi, and the black misty body tightly wrapped Wang Mang, so that he would not be affected by the slightest turbulence.

The melancholy face in the black mist became more and more anxious, the blood dragon's speed has been raised to the highest, but it takes at least two hours to reach the dragon city!

.......

Just when Wang Mang's life was dying, the abilities of the world's major gathering places gathered under the hidden dragon stele in amazement, discussing Wang Mang in surprise and wonder!

The largest city in the Arctic Northland, "Snowstorm City", is a huge city with a population of more than 15 million.

There are more than 30 satellite cities around it, and each satellite city covers an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers, and Snow City is exaggerated to reach thousands of square kilometers.

There are three towering hidden dragon steles in this city alone. At this time, on the city square on the easternmost side of Snow City, thousands of powerful abilities are facing a huge light blue light curtain. , Pointing in shock,

"Oh my god, how has the ranking of human combat power changed?! The mysterious man who ranked number one died?! Could it be that some powerful monster was killed by it?"

A dark-faced, ordinary-looking young man with a pair of unfit second-hand leather armor touched his head inexplicably, and poked at his companion.

"Brother, how did you say that this number one died? He is the strongest man among us, why did he die like this!"

The man next to him who was as strong as an ox with two heavy axes on his back yawned boredly.

"I said what do you care about so much? It's their freedom to die or not, and it has something to do with you!"