Legend of Meow Immortal

After the cold arrow passed, there was silence.

The ground is full of bloody living dead.

A group of people stood in a circle, looking as if they were standing in a nightmare hell.

Everyone was vigilant while handing over the building in a low voice.

"How's the situation?" Feng Ruo said in a low voice. The sky field was fully opened, covering a radius of tens of meters, but strangely, nothing was found.

"It's hopeless. The situation is the same as that of the little monk. He must have been poisoned." Tang Tang said as calmly as possible, holding back the nausea and sadness in his heart.

"That's it...we seem to have underestimated the danger..." Sanshou laughed at himself, and couldn't help but look at the little monk who fell on the ground, even though he didn't know this person at all, and he didn't even know how the little monk was in reality. No matter what your status is, but at this moment, there will still be a sense of sadness like a rabbit dying and a fox mourning.

Fengruo and Qiangwei should be the calmest among all of them. These two have obviously seen a lot of life and death.

If Sanshou is really a thief, he must be a skilled thief, at least he certainly doesn't kill people very much, so his eyes are full of resentment.

Tang Tang's emotions were probably the most complicated among all of them. He had the disgust and weakness of his legs after killing someone, even if it was just a living dead, and he also had the dazed and desolate feeling of his companion leaving suddenly.

This wasn't Tang Tang's first murder, but it was the one Tang Tang felt the most.

Tangtang exhausted his mind and energy to kill the old demon Duoshe, and he didn't have time to think too much, not to mention that the old demon was finally chopped into ashes by God, so he couldn't have the flesh and blood/feeling impact he was looking at now.

But no matter what, he managed to control himself. Although he was always in the mood, he did not lose his fighting power.

Only Huan'er, with trembling hands and feet, was so weak from crying, his red and swollen eyes were narrowed, and no matter how he looked at it, he had no ability to fight.

As for sailing... that's definitely not normal.

Whether it's Fengruo or Qiangwei, no matter how calm they are, there will be some fluctuations in their emotions, but sailing is like a frozen lake, without any waves.

It's just that this person's sense of existence is very low, and others don't pay much attention to it. Only after Tang Tang had the weird idea of ​​hugging his thigh/legs, after using his ability to see the number on the person's head, but only saw a purple light, It was impossible not to pay attention.

The breeze blew past, and there was a humming sound in the mountain road, and the silence was a little weird.

【Did you feel it? 】Rose and Feng Ruo sound transmission into the secret.

Feng Ruo shook his head slightly, [It's strange that no one around can detect it... Could it be that they are also living dead? 】

Qiangwei's heart sank, and suddenly she felt something was wrong. With her acquired limit ability, she didn't perceive the two arrows shot by Teng Lengzi in the rear?This is definitely not normal.

But after hearing Feng Ruo's words, she immediately reacted.

The living dead have no heartbeat, almost no blood, and any movement is like a dead thing... If you control such a living dead to attack from a distance...

Even if it is Feng Ruo, it is difficult to detect something is wrong.

[Fortunately, it seems that it takes time for these undead to self-detonate... and the fine manipulation consumes a lot of energy, that person will not be able to attack consecutively in a short time...]

Feng Ruo walked forward while transmitting the sound.

He is very particular about the direction he walks. Every step he takes, his figure will be blocked by the surrounding trees or rocks, and he will never be seen from a distance with a straight-line perspective.

Where would the real enemy be in this case?One is far away, and the other is high. Of course, if there is nothing wrong, the answer must be both.

After all, this is an alpine mountain road. If you look down from an oblique direction, it will definitely be blocked by trees and rocks.

Thinking about it carefully, everyone coming out of the turning point of the mountain path is the only flat area in the entire mountain path. Looking from the top down, you can easily see that there is a reason for the attack of the living dead.

Furthermore, although the attack of the living dead is very well coordinated, there is still a very blunt repetitiveness, and many actions seem to be set in advance.

Rigid and inflexible, it is reasonable to be wiped out by everyone, so why use the living dead to rush over?

Self-destruct!The self-destruction of the living dead is the last resort.

As long as the Moluo Dzi Bead in the head is not dug out, even if the head is cut off, the living dead will still burst open when the time comes.

But such a goal was not achieved in the end, but was broken intentionally or unintentionally by Yang Fan.

Tang Tang glanced at Yang Fan out of the corner of his eye, he was really a strange man.

Thinking this way in my heart, I activated my ability again and looked around.

The number of Fengruo is cyan 9.5, and the number of Rose is gray 8. The third hand surprised Tang Tang the most, but it was 7.9 with a little bit of gold.

What is cyan?Gray and white are normal, gold is good, black is evil, so what about cyan?

Can't figure it out, Tang Tang gave up in an instant, now is not the time to study this.

Among all the people, except for the unknown number above Yang Fan's head, Huan'er's number was the lowest.

Only 2.

My heart was inexplicably complicated. After guessing that the number he saw was a combination of fortune, ability, and potential, Tang Tang clearly understood... This is the appearance of low fortune that is at the critical point of life and death.

The remaining two are probably Huan'er's ability value... In the case of extremely bad luck, the fortune value is erased, and the potential will naturally not be added.

The number is two, which is worse than ordinary people.

I don't know if she can survive the test of the master of Taoism...

If possible, help me if I can. Unfortunately, my ability is limited, but I dare not say that I can save it 100%. Tang Tang thought this way in his heart, but watched as the number on Huaner's head was slightly blurred, and then the two became three.

Tang Tang opened his mouth and closed it again. Is this luck?Just because I want to help her?

It's a pity that even if I look in the mirror, I can't see the number above my head, and I don't know what it will be.

While thinking wildly, Tang Tang's eyes were blurred, but he couldn't help being taken aback.

That floating in the distance...is it also a number...? ? ? !

Can this ability still be used like this?

Before he could react, his head throbbed, and the cold sweat broke out. Tang Tang grinned for a while, looking weird.

Is this overuse of capacity?It hurt me so much, at least I remembered the location correctly, covering his head, Tang Tang comforted himself, not even aware that he had positioned himself as a cat.

"Are you okay?" Someone beside him said softly, and the voice should be that of Yang Fan.

This person looks indifferent, indifferent to everything, is it just a sign that he is a good person?

As soon as Tang Tang thought about it, he heard the man say again, "You are so weak...you have to become stronger." Although there was no expression on his face, the words were full of disgust.

Tang Tang's face instantly cracked, fuck you good man! !You are so weak! ! !Am I fucking overusing my abilities? ! !

Just thinking that this person seems to have super golden legs... Tang Tang could only hold back all kinds of complaints, gritted his teeth and said, "I sense the enemy." He lowered his voice, almost slamming every word Said.

Yang Fan's expression didn't change at all, "Which side?"

Taking a deep breath, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't disgusted, but the man opposite had a disgusted face. Tang Tang didn't move his arms, but pointed in a direction with his fingers.

Yang Fan moved his mouth, but Tang Tang didn't hear the sound, it should be sound transmission.

Feng Ruo over there paused for a moment, adjusted the direction of his advance slightly, leaped forward suddenly, and disappeared into the jungle in an instant.

The top speed of a congenital master is almost ten feet per step, even in the middle of the jungle, Feng Ruo's speed can't be called slow.

However, after advancing several hundred meters, Feng Ruo stopped in an instant and hid his figure behind tall trees.

The signs of life that could not be perceived before were clearly discernible at this time, and the news from Yang Fan was correct.

The game was finally coming to an end, Feng Ruo darkened his eyes, and walked quietly in the jungle like a ghost.

The moment he approached the perceived target, a figure suddenly rushed towards him.

living dead?If the wind didn't recede, he bumped into it directly, stomped on the living dead man's head with his foot, and jumped to a very high place in an instant.

The living dead below exploded into flesh and blood with a bang.

Above, the wind looks down.

His eyes could not help shrinking.

Right around the target, there was almost a circle of living dead people. Is this how he was discovered?

And the real manipulator behind the scenes, with a huge head and a short stature, looks ugly and pitiful.

Such a big head... Is it a natural ability?Mind manipulation?or something else?

For a moment, Feng Ruo thought a lot, and the undead below had already started to move, shooting arrows with white aura towards the top.

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard the explosion sound from afar.

Tang Tang looked into the distance, feeling a little worried.

"It's okay, he's very strong." Yang Fan said inappropriately.

It sounds like comforting, but why is it so unpleasant?Tang Tang's mouth twitched/twitched, speechless in his heart.

Feng Ruo watched the arrows shoot in the air, and couldn't help feeling cold.

How dare a scumbag who has never had consummation the day after tomorrow dare to be so arrogant?

Can these weird and dirty tricks really be hindered?

absurd!

If I haven't found it, it may still be effective, but if I find it, everything should be over!

The innate coercion exploded instantly, and the surrounding air creaked.

Some dead wood was crushed by the air pressure and fell to the ground with a crash.

Within the range of coercion, the air is like flowing water, making it difficult for people to move, and even the unfeeling living dead have stiffened a lot.

Then the long knife was raised, and the light came out. All the arrows were flashed by the light of the knife, paused in the air, and turned into pieces and fell down.