The Earth People are so Fierce

When Meng Chao's short body passed through two relatively inclined stone pillars that supported each other and turned into a doorway.

The two chain blades were like his two tails, and naturally, with a flick upward, the balance between the two stone pillars was broken.

The stone pillar collapsed a second time, setting off a large amount of smoke and dust. The rubble and dust were affected by the psychic ripples and transformed into hot magma, which splashed over the five warriors of the origin.

The five origin warriors were not afraid, still breaking through the magma like five sharp arrows, persevering.

But they did not expect that hiding behind the magma, not only Meng Chao, but also ice storms.

From the very beginning, Meng Chao’s blazing flames of war, like dazzling fireworks, attracted all the attention of the origin warriors.

Ice storm has been converging breathing, heartbeat and even body temperature to the limit, and her existence has not been discovered by the samurai of origin.

Until this moment, the ace gladiator who had upgraded the totem armor "Mythril Ripper" to "Platinum Ripper", only in a short moment, the power of the totem in the depths of the bloodline bloomed to the limit, towards five The famous origin samurai ejected a large cloud of ice mist close to absolute zero.

Just listen to a sharp and piercing sound of "chichichichi".

The thick and sticky magma on the five origin warriors suddenly froze.

It becomes a tuo of rock hard as iron.

They seemed to have been petrified by magic, and turned into five black and gray statues.

Falling to the ground stiffly from mid-air.

Even the stunned expression was too late to show, and the deformed and distorted facial features still maintained the fierce and evil lines.

Even a liquid metal-like substance that can theoretically change its internal structure and external shape at will.

The violent reaction from a high temperature of several thousand degrees to Baidu below zero in an instant also caused them to temporarily lose most of their activity. They could only make a "hissing" sound of breathlessness under the stone shell, struggling and convulsing in vain.

Meng Chao appeared from the depths of the smoke and dust, and he sighed with a sigh of relief, shaking his thumb toward the ice storm.

That's right, from the beginning, he never thought of fighting for life with the five origin warriors.

-Although he is full of firepower, coupled with the ice storm equipped with the "Platinum Ripper", he is not necessarily afraid of these five origin warriors who have been transformed from the elite of the White Bone Camp.

But the two sides are stuck in a bitter battle and will inevitably waste a lot of time.

If Saint Jungfrau of the ancient dream is assassinated by the other four origin warriors, even if all the five origin warriors are killed, and they are stripped and swallowed, the completely out of control fragments of the totem battle armor, I am afraid it will not be able to change the annihilation of the Great Horned Legion. The big picture.

Therefore, at the moment when Meng Chao turned and fled, through eye contact, he confirmed with Ice Storm the tactics they had used in the Blood Skull Temple to deal with the original warriors transformed by the legendary gladiator "Two Forty Nine".

The bodies of the five origin warriors in front of them are not legendary powerhouses like "Two Forty Nine".

The stone shell formed by the instant solidification of magma, even if it cannot cause fatal damage to them, at least it can trap them for a longer time.

Sure enough, although the five weirdly shaped "rock statues" continued to hear the "click, click, click" rock cracking, and the fine cracks like cobwebs also spread on the surface of the stone shell.

But the speed of the spread was not too fast, and it was at least half a minute before the five origin warriors escaped.

For such masters as Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

For half a minute, it was enough for them to brush their teeth, wash their faces and take a hot bath and eat a rich breakfast.

The two did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue them.

For fear of breaking the stone shell with his own strength, he released the five origin warriors early.

They glanced at each other, and their figures gradually changed from clear to fuzzy, disappearing into the depths of the smoke and dust.

The two of them walked around and found a few stone pillars in the middle of the broken wall where the stone pillars collapsed in the shape of a "well". They used the smoke and dust to hide themselves perfectly, and converged the life magnetic field to the limit, just like the collapsed and broken stone pillars and stalagmites can be seen everywhere here.

The good news is that even if the five origin warriors regain their mobility, they will not be found within a moment and a half.

The bad news is that they also lost their lock on the other four origin warriors.

I only feel that there are flames, smoke, mist, and haze all around, and after the spar unsaturated reaction, it turns into strands of things that are both like cotton wool and jelly, floating in the air.

The chain of stone pillars collapsed, completely changing the structure of the entire stone forest.

They even couldn't even know where the ancient dream saint woman was.

Only heard deep in the bewildering smoke, the exclaims, roars and screams of the elites of the White Bone Camp continued to be heard.

Meng Chao closed his eyes, his ears kept trembling, and there were bruises protruding from his temples on both sides.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again.

"Within half a minute...that is, between five breaths, a total of twenty-one different screams were heard.

"Fifteen of the screams, which lasted only a blink of an eye, stopped abruptly at the most miserable moment.

"This is not an ordinary cannibalism, nor is it being attacked by a wolf.

"Whether the Bone Camp's elite and frenzied cannibalism, or their brutal horrific hand, death will not come instantly, they will often fight fiercely for a long time, and the screams will continue.

"This is a master who can't resist even the elites of the Bone Camp. With a posture like a broken bamboo, he smashed through the entire line of defense, such as entering the realm of no one, and instantly killed 21 of the most fierce Ratmen warriors!"

Both their eyes fixed on the southwest of Shilin at the same time.

That is where the screams are most intense.

However, when they sneaked all the way past, the screams had subsided.

There is only a strong and incomparable smell of blood, blooming slowly like an invisible and invisible demon flower.

From the debris everywhere among the fragmented ruins, it can be seen that just a moment ago, this place was indeed the command center of the entire Big Horn Legion, the camp of the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao found a huge sand table.

Although it had been torn apart, it was bumpy and stained with blood stains.

But it is indeed something that is only needed in the camp of the army commander.

There is also a fragment of the skeleton statue of the big horn rat **** that is as warm as jade, crystal clear, and faintly exuding milky white light.

It is also something that can only be held by high-level priests or high-level commanders.

It's a pity that the owners of these things have all turned into crumbled, bloody, incomplete corpses.

The corners of Meng Chao's eyes twitched, his gaze turned into two laser beams visible to the naked eye, and he quickly divided the entire **** area into hundreds of grids.

He searched the past grid by grid, and his heartbeat became more and more intense, lest in a grid, he found that the ancient dream saint had escaped from the head of Qiangzi, putting on an expression of error or despair.

Fortunately, after searching all the corpses carefully, no trace of the ancient dream saint was found.

Instead, on the few stone pillars on the edge of the battlefield, a lot of traces of swords, lights and swords were found, whizzing by.

There are still a lot of clear footprints on the ground.

Even the branches of the five toes are clearly printed.

Obviously, a master pedaled **** the ground, blasting a mighty force.

Meng Chao closed his eyes and used the battlefield information he just collected to reconstruct the fierce battle in his mind.

As if seeing four deformed assassins resembling human totem beasts, the whirlwind rushed into the camp of the ancient dream saint.

Saintess of Ancient Dream received her own reminder, naturally she would no longer wholeheartedly believe in the so-called "big horned rat god", and had long deployed a large number of trusted guards inside and outside the camp.

It is a pity that these trusted guards receive the most indoctrination in her dreams on weekdays.

At this moment, the extent of the nightmare attack is also the deepest.

In addition, the four origin warriors are extremely fierce.

The sober White Bone Camp elites weren't their opponents at all.

They stretched more than four or five meters in length, like a giant blade like the forelegs of a mantis, torn into pieces like cutting melons and vegetables.

He could only cast his fragmented flesh and blood into pieces as hard as iron stumbling blocks, dragging the footsteps of the four origin warriors, and buying time for the breakout of the ancient dream saint.

Analyzing from the messy footprints extending all the way to the southwest, the ancient dream saint should have escaped without any danger.

But there are certainly not too many elites from the White Bone Camp who follow her.

The four origin warriors still followed behind, vowing to kill them all.

The problem was that there was no more screams in the depths of the fog ahead.

It was like an abyssal behemoth hibernating in the mist, opening its mouth wide, and swallowing all the saints of ancient dream and the four warriors of Origin.

It seems that the Saintess of Ancient Dreams and her team have learned cleverly.

Knowing that he is not the opponent of Origin Samurai.

They can only hide their whereabouts and sounds as much as possible, hoping to persist until the dust settles, the brigade restores order, and comes to rescue.

—I am afraid they would never think of it at this moment.

When today’s sun moves to the very center of the sky.

The Big Horn Legion is about to become the dust of history.