(Add to update the cute master Hengganzhidan 18/22)

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"Grass, when will the player become an electric fan?" Another dirty king [theyuxuan] complained in his live broadcast room: "We want to talk about science! People have no bones! If they become bones, it means there is no tool for committing crimes. So I have seen the result - he is destined to be willing but not enough!"

The barrage is another piece of [grass (this is a plant)]!

Black beams of light flew across the crowded battlefield (the seafood market that was full of fish, shrimp and crabs), hitting different groups and causing terrible tearing, piercing through thick carapaces, tearing apart one by one, which looked quite ferocious.

Unfortunately, it’s useless!

The ‘fan’ is still powerful.

It's like the dew bird is not equal to the sun.

Unless external factors are added, no one can change the situation.

"Who! Is anyone here to save me?" Momors shouted in his heart.

In fact, the answer is yes.

In the underground passage less than a kilometer away from him, the capable general of [Black Ramon], Bashas and his troops stopped.

It sounds ridiculous. The military force composed of thousands of undead stopped because of a group of water clones.

It can be clearly seen that the two maids were playing the guqin that Bashas didn't know. The sound of the zither without losing its passion in the light and spirit turned into the sound of the soul, which was directly transmitted into the souls of thousands of undead people.

The sound of the piano is not the focus, the beautiful snake girl with a graceful figure and a charming and swaying on a drum face is not the focus.

The point is the black figure on the throne made by Hei Water!

Even though he knew it was a water clone, the strange fluctuations emitted from his figure still shocked the entire undead army!

He is mysterious!

He is powerful!

And that calm gaze that seemed to be able to win the opponent made Basshas lose his bottom for the first time.

There is only one Blackwater throne with a trident on the top of the Abyss City in the entire Abyss City - Jason Momoa, the Abyss!

Even if it is just a water clone here, it means that he has paid attention to it.

Go forward?

Can!

What is waiting for Bashas is mostly a storm-like thunder strike.

Do Bashas dare?

Obviously, the answer is no!

He is just a quasi-hero! He doesn't have the courage to rush over to challenge and defeat his master [Black Ramon].

The other party is too mysterious, giving him the feeling that everything in the world cannot escape the other party's calculations.

There is no need to take all the military power in order to make an immortal prince of the same level as me.

Bassas raised his right hand gently and shook it backwards.

"Retreat!" The corpse witches who were pardoned quickly ordered that the skeleton beasts first evacuate, and finally ordinary skeleton soldiers.

When the only undead army that could save Momors retreated like a tide, Wang Hao turned off the water clone.

As long as there is an altar of the sea, he can control the water clone within a radius of 100 meters. He has no combat power, but shock is shock.

In my ears, the intense music still resounded through the Lord's office, and Wang Hao did not stop.

The demon queen was happy to continue to show her charming dance posture. In order not to stimulate Wang Hao's eyes, the demon queen even covered her lower body with a lake blue long skirt and tied the snake's tail in the base under her body, looking no different from a beautiful dancer.

Wang Hao's main focus was not on the demon queen. He was even more curious whether the players could kill that guy.

The demon queen can't watch too much gg, otherwise he will find a way to defeat the fire.

Over there, the battle of players siegeing the Immortal Prince has entered a white-hot stage.

The audience on the biu site is more nervous than the players.

"Is there a quick-acting heart-saving pill?"

"I want antihypertensive drugs!"

"By the way, this is a Mars server, right? So many people don't get stuck?"

Anyway, the picture is still quite smooth.

Momors was desperate to fight this point.

He roared shrillly: "Come on a strong man! Where is the strong man? I don't want to fall in the hands of the fish! Abyss! Anubis! Everyone is good! Come out with a famous strong man--"

Is this the dimness of the military flag dying?

Or is it a sadness that there is no way left?

The two thousand years of depression finally awaits not a rebirth like nirvana, but a desolate end.

This is ridiculous!

It's also sad!

On his black bones, because he had been soaked in the holy water for a long time, the cracks from the inside out could no longer be concealed. Every time he waved his arms, he felt a real premonition that his arms would be dissipated in the next second.

His movements staggered!

His killing is weakened!

Anyone can see his weakness!

But even his last wish, no one will satisfy him.

In the training area of ​​Abyss City, Calandia, who was sitting in her office, also watched the end of destruction through the surveillance channel opened by Lord Jason.

Karandia's reaction was very strange. While touching the scorpion tail condensed by her death power, she showed a bright redness on her face: "Haha! Sure enough, my choice is right! Momors, do you... still remember the feeling of survival?"

Over there, the players were facing a great enemy.

【Scorpio lonely】: "It's 10%! Why is this the [killing stage]?"

The so-called killing stage means that the boss enters the residual health state and is easy to go crazy. According to the settings of traditional mm games, it is very easy to explode at this time.

In fact, Momors did fight!

It seems like it is endless, covered with corpses and caves.

Countless broken swords and broken swords stabbed across the sea corpses like tombstones.

There is no one else in the envoy of the weapon.

New [Gravestones] are increasing.

Faced with this war that seemed to be infinitely continuous, Momors was finally moved by the fatigue from the depths of his soul.

He threw the golden spear that he had never left since the war began.

The sharp Deathly Hallows turned into a cluster of rushing golden light that could be passed by the subway, and it seemed to be a little irrelevant to death, and finally completely penetrated the only two exits.

He raised his big shield and pushed it in front of him, launching a death charge like a bull.

If it weren't for those red crab men who were both weak and enough to withstand him for a moment, he might have successfully broken through.

A moment before the soul was annihilated, he crossed the barrier of language and heard his opponent's name from the perspective of the spiritual world.

Who is [Lazy Cloud]?

[Old Killing]? [Little Angel of Black Valley]? [The sound of nature in the dawn]? [Slaying the nameless ghost with a knife]?

What a strange name.

Swords containing divine power cut on him from the side.

The bones that used to be stronger than steel are now brittle and can knock down a piece of bone in one blow.

Momors doesn't care!

His movement was corroded by nearly half, and his legs became extremely slender, charging forward frantically.

But his final charge ended with an order from [Awkward Chatty and Unparalleled].

"【Dragon King Team】! Spray water—"

More than three hundred demon ray masters, using not-so-very-like water magic, all pulled out a cylinder of holy water and smashed it on Momors' shield.

Three hundred streams of water gathered into an irresistible torrent, rushing the Immortal Prince back!

His golden shield... became his tombstone.
Chapter completed!