In the Xueji Mountain Cave, Zhou Zhiwei said that he was very panicked just now and could not move all over. The active and shaking blood-colored soul fire seemed to be frozen.

The whole consciousness seems to be wandering outside the sky, and the real body cannot help it.

The smart brain kept calling out to brother, but this was useless.

At that moment of confusion, even if the intelligence brain took over in time, it was still too late.

The sword body was broken, and the most stable triangular way of drawing the sword between the two arms was in the most stable way. The forward thrust driven by the giant tongue directly bent the arms.

The quality on the ground is thicker than imagined. Although it is chubby and elastic when running, it has a strong impact, and its small heels almost penetrate into the ground.

However, the giant tongue seemed to be crazy, and its strength increased instead of decreasing. During the period when Zhou Zhiwei was vague in his spiritual sense.

The lower body was sinking into the ground, the waist bent backward, and the entire abdomen was pulled apart. The main bone core steel armor inside was broken into two pieces, and the outer skin covered part was covered, and there were alloy fiber wires connected and twisted into twists and stirring together.

After all, it is the appearance and is tough enough. Zhou Zhiwei's upper body, driven by the force of the upper arm, has a gyroscope structure.

The shoulders were twisted and winding together, and the two palms holding the sword broke directly.

Because of the toughness ribbon covered by the surface, it is not separated.

At this time, he really became a steel wired doll man.

Although that long tongue knocked Zhou Zhiwei like this, it was not much better than Zhou Zhiwei.

The tip of the tongue was collided with a sensation, blood was blurred, and a bloody mark was transformed into a body of the tongue. Some lumps of flesh were broken directly, and the thick venom inside kept gushing.

The ink black blood in the wound was still ejecting, and some dripping on Zhou Zhiwei, corroding the metal on his body into grooves, and pungent metal mist filled the area.

"What kind of talent is this!"

The restrictions brought by the blood succession in the mountains have completely disappeared at this time.

Utano had removed his armor and summoned him to cover his body at this moment to block the pungent smell and look at the scene in front of him.

Utano said that Zhou Zhiwei was the most reckless person he had ever seen in his life.

Facing the straight-forward attack, he had never seen it before. He was able to withstand it directly, either you die or I live, especially the attack method of long tongue with venom.

He was facing the venom that he could not avoid at all, but the figure of Zhou Zhiwei had become two pieces on the ground.

Tell him clearly that we can handle it if we are hard.

He used to be optimistic about Zhou Zhiwei and had good strength, but even if he had a little brain and had a long tongue instinct to attack, it might take a long time to do so.

After all, the recovery of Changshu's own strength was not that high as he summoned.

If Zhou Zhiwei is lucky and can break the blood vessel capillary edges in the blood crystal toad, he will suffer a minor injury and as long as he does not die, he will want to take his own troops.

During the period when we were entangled with Taoist priests, the battle base system had no such person at all based on its own data.

As long as the strength reaches its level in the battle, the strength above the sixth stage of the Star Pole is not an unknown person.

He then found out that this person was either from the thug organization.

Either they are casual cultivators, who escaped from the battle base, or committed some minor crimes, or violated military rules on the battlefield and did some things.

But most of them are disobedient and still help the battle bases to resist the beast tide, which means that there is a place for casual cultivators in the wild battlefield, which is the area where the three no-counsel areas are located.

These three areas are somewhat general, and there is no fixed place. The monks inside are all made of blood on the tip of the knife.

Each of them has poor cultural level and is desperate, so they are easy to fool and join their own ranks.

In Utano's opinion, Zhou Zhiwei should be this kind of person. He was covered in blood on the battlefield, and he might hit the ghost evil and damage his foundation.

What's more, when you come to a place so far away from Xueji Mountain, the journey is long and the crisis has greatly increased.

There is no evil-proof cloak, and this kind of magic weapon, when the blood moon rises, running around in these areas is no different from seeking death.

Zhou Zhiwei was naturally judged by him as this type of person.

"Oh, it's a pity that I'm brainless!"

Utano stood on his long tongue, waved his hand holding the token back, and in the blink of an eye, crossed Zhou Zhiwei to the altar before the passage, leaving only a sigh of emotion on the spot.

At the moment he passed, there was a sound of footsteps.

The Taoist priests were dressed in rags and disheveled hair. Although they were embarrassed, they did not have a scar on their bodies, but their eyes were empty and they flew past Zhou Zhiwei like a walking corpse.

The direction was exactly where Utano went. In the passage behind them, long tongue-shaped thin strips of hair were springing up like mushrooms after a rain.

Swinging and waving in the rear, I feel like I'm trapped for many years and awakening to move my waist, shoulder bones.

Among these Taoist priests who were walking like zombies, if you observe carefully, one of them walked at the end, although his walking posture was like the one who was walking in front of him, dragging his pace.

This person is Xu Yin and Yang, and his eyes are rotating strangely at this time.

One black and one white, turning too obviously, maybe he also knew the changes in his eyes at this time, bent his waist very low, and narrowed his eyes slightly to the ground.

When passing by Zhou Zhiwei, I didn’t know what I saw, and my eyelids trembled slightly.

The moving steps, intentionally or unintentionally, kicked Zhou Zhiwei's forehead and stepped on his mouth. The sole of the shoe was rolling with thick smoke from venom.

His yellow Taoist robe was soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his forehead could not stop sliding.

This may be his different feelings from others.

Until they walked completely, Zhou Zhiwei, who was kicked by Xu Yinyang, whose originally dull eyes shone out at this moment.

The agile light flashed and the consciousness that flew beyond the sky returned to its original body.

The previous scenes of the colliding of giant tongues were completely recorded by the crystals on his body, and at this time, they quickly passed through his mind.

"The previous blood followed the vibration and wow sound of the mountain..." Zhou Zhiwei also realized that his consciousness was shocked, perhaps because of the connection between the two.

In the soul warehouse.

The previous shock also affected this place, and the souls inside were panicked. Some even looked up at the sky and walked away from the ground, as if they were afraid that the mountain would collapse and submerge them here.

Zhou Zhiwei naturally needs to comfort him. At this moment, a clone of consciousness will enter.

"Don't panic, I believe you know it too. When you open up space, the soul lime inside flies, and most of the energy disappears. I solemnly tell you, it's actually absorbed by me!"
Chapter completed!