"Oh oh!" The players yelled excitedly. The shrimp waves made of lobster pliers looked quite like the same thing.

"It's the boss!"

"Birds are back in the Orange Palace!"

A player named [Yu Luomu Xiaoxiao] jumped out and used lobster pliers to perform a gentlemanly gift: "Jason boss, please start your performance!"

In the eyes of players who have no moral integrity, they may not have much identification with Jason Momoa, after all, he was too strong before.

Players are all free-minded. A wild horse that doesn't control it well is like a prolapsed beast. He will let himself go even if he knows he is dead.

In various games, any player who can slaughter the city will never leave a cat or dog for the other party.

Anyway, if you hit the dog's brain, the player will essentially not lose a piece of meat.

But this time they are holding their breath!

Not only did he call Anubis, he almost got his own sister Parana by this mysterious old evil force. Whether it was out of sympathy for Liu Yuechan or recognition of the beauty in the game, the boss who chased his own beautiful girl must die!

Compared to the hateful Pharaohs, I suddenly felt that Lord Jason was much more pleasing to him.

Well, they completely forgot who demolished the Pharaoh's underground palace.

Wang Hao didn't know if the pharaoh on the other side was alive.

Since all creatures in the myth have appeared, it is not a strange thing to have a lively pharaoh. The other party has a rotating and blood-filled eyeball, and a short body wrapped in n yellow bandages.

Is this a mummy?

Or is it a special existence containing the evil divine nature?

Wang Hao had no way to know.

The players present died on average three times, and the moral value given to Wang Hao was a bit too much to use. In addition, when he was not here, the players were killed in various ways. Looking at his 12728 moral value, the moral level of the God-He Meow [Great Good Man] moral level, Wang Hao twitched a little.

If you don’t want to spend the New Year with integrity, don’t you still want to keep your integrity?

The metal fingers tightly clasped on the other party's arm, and the violent black water spread rapidly, immersed in the bandages that obviously had a different mysterious power on the other party.

The Pharaoh was shocked. His golden metal mask suddenly spurted out purple-black corpse poison at the mouth and nose. At the same time, he took out a short sword with a relief of the golden poisonous snake as the hilt of the sword with his left hand, stabbing Wang Hao's mask hard, trying to attack the enemy and rescue him.

Looking at the opponent's stabbing as if it was slow motion, Wang Hao really wanted to give the opponent a sentence, "A magician who can't fight in close combat is not a good assassin."

Is there really such a simple magician these days who only practices magic?

You can tell at a glance that the agility and strength values ​​of this guy definitely represent the lower limit of the hero level existence.

Looking at the system prompted [Your (Bronze Body) is immune to Ptolemy XIII's (Corpse Poison lv31)], Wang Hao really wants to laugh at the pig.

No! Keep the demeanor of a master!

The bystanders only saw Jason stretching out his other hand like a storm, tucking his middle finger with his thumb, and bounced it with great accuracy.

"when!"

After a sonorous sound, Jason directly bounced away the Pharaoh's dagger with a [Pseudo* Finger-Breaking Power].

The pharaoh's slender wrist, which was dry and dry, was also locked.

Ptolemy XIII actually screamed in ancient Egyptian: "Let go! You lowly guy! Don't use your dirty hands to defile the descendants of the great sun god!"

Wang Hao sneered: "The descendant of the Sun God? The guy who plays with the black sun also has the face to call himself the descendant of the Sun?"

This pharaoh was also unlucky. This tactic of blocking the entire audience is very effective for most ground creatures.

But what he encountered was Wang Hao, who sneaked back with the [Hundred Ghosts Night Walk] in the morning and hid under the ground, and was not afraid of the darkness.

Egyptian pharaohs often claim to be descendants of the sun. Egyptian sun gods have n incarnations, and Wang Hao really has no time to care about who they are with.

Wang Hao just needs to know that he will beat this guy up.

Immunized from the corpse poison, Wang Hao used his hands to force it. The terrifying grip strength that was many times stronger than the lobster pliers made the "unprecedented" pharaoh's arms "click" on the spot, and all the radius and ulnar of the wrist straps exploded.

This guy shouldn't be a human being, he doesn't even count as a creature.

The touch that Wang Hao's hands feedback was like crushing two rotten woods.

"Ahhh, you dare...what did you do to me? You ruined my arm!" Ptolemy XIII, who had completed the 18th level of practice in [Injudal], was crying and fell backwards.

It’s because there are no subordinates to save him.

The bone snake that abandoned Ash and turned around and rushed over, flew into the air and was chased and shot by Ash who had come back from the darkness.

It’s not that Anubis didn’t want to come. After being beaten by the ghost crab, his body had already begun to collapse. At this moment, [Wuji] and [Zhicha] were clamping him tightly with four large pliers.

The dog's head, hands and feet were arched, and he was pressed tightly against the pliers.

He has not been dismembered by the ghost crab, and his strength is already considered to be overwhelming. How can he have the time to come to save his master?

Well, as for those lobster players who are desperate and desperate to piss on the dog's face, it's another matter.

A player was really rubbing his nose on his face. He knew that his attack could not break Anubis' defense, so he took advantage of the fact that the dog's head could not move, and took the small carbon strip and wrote crookedly on the golden face armor of the dog's head: "【Scorpio lonely】Come here!"

I also used pliers to compare a scissor hand (it seemed that I couldn't get a stone or cloth). I guess I was taking selfies using the system's own photo function.

Your sister! Quality!

Can't Chinese people have some quality?

Shameless!

Wang Hao can't see such an eye-catching silly player anyway.

On this side, the Pharaoh's golden snake rod is worthy of being a psychic creature. Even if it is thrown away, it will turn into a golden snake and pounce on it.

Unfortunately, I was only half pounced and was bitten by the demonized squid fish that was pounced out.

I don’t know if it’s fresh snake meat or some artificial meat.

The pharaoh was really short, about 1.6 meters tall, and obviously lacked exercise. Wang Hao kicked him over and actually kicked him into a rolling gourd.

Too ugly.

What is the quality of the pharaohs these days?

No wonder the eighteen generations of ancestors were brought to the Daying Museum as an exhibit.

After thinking about it, it seemed that there were only two or three more famous pharaohs in Egypt. For example, Ramses II, who was known as Ramses II, was called Ramses II.

There is absolutely no such useless as Ptolemy XIII in this!

"I am the great Pharaoh! My authority is supreme! I..."

Wang Hao's heavy metal leg armor stepped on the Pharaoh's face and spoke in ancient Egypt: "Idiot! I don't care who you are! If you touch me, you will only have one destruction!"

At the end of the last, the Pharaoh glanced at Wang Hao's shoulder drums in his eyes: "I understand! You actually helped that little guy..."

"Kara!" The rotten skull could not withstand such violent trampling, and was actually trampled into bone scum along with the neck and sternum.
Chapter completed!