Forty-eight, the most correct path is often the hardest one!
Relying on the cards of Nehebet Eagle Man alone, Hu Huan cannot compare with Seymour, the king of beasts. After all, the latter has devoured too many alien monsters, and the spiritual power of these alien monsters has been combined with that of Seymour.
Superpowers gathered into one body.
But Seymour's biggest crisis is also because too many alien monsters are mixed in. Just like walking on a tightrope, he may alienate at any time and become an irrational monster.
Only Tianyanshu, Yuanxu Dharma, etc., these step-by-step new methods, were the great methods of that era that were widely recommended by everyone.
Although no one can see the future of these new laws.
The reason why Hu Huan's Yuanxu method is making slow progress can be explained in one sentence. The most correct path in the world is often the most difficult one!
Hu Huan currently has more than ten Nehebet Vultures in his hands, but he is still willing to choose the six-armed Buddha Insect Man with a brighter future.
Hu Huan believed that his choice must be the best one.
Hu Huan once again shared the water of the spiritual spring with Bai Nishang and Seymour. He originally liked to use gourds, a backward, ancient and inconvenient device for sharing, but now he has replaced it with a disposable plastic bottle.
Because handing someone a bottle of water is much more handsome than handing someone a gourd, and it's also more hygienic.
Seymour rubbed his chin, looked at the alien monster camp in the distance, and asked thoughtfully: "These alien monsters can't be so stupid. They always send small groups of people to kill us, right?"
Hu Huan smiled and said, "Do you know why many strategies are so ancient?"
He didn't need Seymour to ask questions, and continued: "Because these ancient strategies have always worked."
"Believe me, the alien monster is not as smart as you."
Seymour thought for a while and said, "Let me try to lure the enemy this time!"
Hu Huan agreed immediately. He had always admired the abilities of this old friend. Among the thirteen veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, there was never a weak one.
Seymour's muscles squirmed all over his body, and within a moment, he turned into a Serket scorpion man. This was one of the superpowers he gained from devouring it.
Seymour's transformation of the Selket Scorpion is a male, slightly smaller and more slender than the female Scorpion.
The chitin carapace all over its body is a beautiful light blue, and its face is very handsome. It has a long scorpion tail with a dark blue tail hook, which is obviously very poisonous.
This is a variety of strange monsters with highly toxic spiritual power that Seymour devoured. All the poisonous energy was extracted and condensed on the tail hook. It is more poisonous than the serious Serket Scorpion Man.
When Bai Nishang saw this scene, she was very curious and asked Hu Huan quietly: "Can you also change like this?"
Hu Huan shook his head, he really didn't know how.
Hu Huan didn't like the magic of beasts. He had no intention of practicing it either in his previous life or in this life. After all, the magic of things was enough for him when his career level was not high enough. There was no need to practice the magic of beasts.
For old guys like Hu Huan, strength is just a means to achieve the goal. It is enough, and there is no need to pursue it, because except for them, the new generation, regardless of their professional rank, has the same combat effectiveness as a chicken.
What's more, Hu Huan believes that as long as he can practice the original virtual method step by step, he will definitely be many times stronger than these temporary combat skills.
This is his self-confidence as an ancient man and as the founder of the new law.
Bai Nishang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Although I can kill these Serket scorpions, I am still very afraid of them. I don't like worms. They are too ugly."
Hu Huan comforted her with a few words and watched Seymour confidently walk towards the alien monster's camp.
Seymour transformed into the Serket Scorpion Man. Even when he reached the gate of the strange monster camp, no one stopped him. The guy just wandered in leisurely, without flinching at all.
Although two batches of alien monsters were destroyed, the first batch died far away outside, and the latter batch also died far away outside. Neither of these two batches of alien monsters had powers such as telepathy, so in the alien monster camp,
No one knows yet that there are cunning enemies around, and things are still calm.
Seymour was so shrewd that he quickly figured out that the camp was divided into three parts, each led by the six-armed Buddha-Insect Man, the Nekhbet Vulture and the Serket Scorpion Man. Each commander had a
Not all alien monsters are of the same race.
There is only one fourth-level Nehbet Eagle Man left in the camp, and that is Da Bang, the leader of the Nehbet Eagle Man!
The Serket Scorpions now only have one fourth-level leader, Brasa Sita.
It's just that the two forces and more than ten fourth-level warriors of foreign races are still not a place where they can break into randomly.
Not to mention the six-armed Buddha-Insects. They have the ability to enslave foreign races. They have the most alien monsters under their command, and Seymour does not dare to provoke them easily.
He wandered around for a while, intentionally or unintentionally, and then returned to the Serket Scorpion camp.
Before Seymour could think of what immoral thing he should do, he was attracted by Parasa Sita who came out of the tent.
Parasa Sita has a hot figure, charming facial features, and naturally has a strange aura in her movements.
How bold and seductive is Seymour?
Not caring that he was actually a fake, he walked up to the beautiful leader and said loudly: "I have seen the leader."
Parasa Sita glanced at him and asked with some confusion: "Why don't I remember you?"
Seymour said nonsense: "The younger one was promoted a few days ago, so his appearance is a little different."
Parasha Sita looked at her, and this unfamiliar subordinate secretly praised him: "She really looks good!"
It reached out and patted Seymour and said: "I didn't expect you to be promoted in such a difficult time. I just need new strength."
Seymour was trembling all over, looking overly excited, and shouted, "I thought the leader would die."
Sita didn't think too much about it. She was a famous beauty of the Serket scorpion clan. She didn't know how many young people in the clan admired her. She just thought that Seymour was just an ordinary admirer. She said a few perfunctory words.
To leave.
However, Seymour followed him step by step. Prasa Sita's face darkened and she said, "Go and do your own business!"
Seymour immediately said: "Normally, my subordinates would not dare to be so close to the leader, but there have been too many dangers recently, and I am very worried."
Prasa Sita thought of the attack by the witch spirit not long ago, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "You can just come with me."
It took Seymour and left the camp.
Several of his subordinates went to search for the enemy but did not come back. Parasha Sita wanted to search and help her subordinates to deal with the enemy. She really did not think that the five-headed fourth-level Serket scorpion man could be encountered in such a remote place.
What danger is there.
Seymour was overjoyed and thought to himself: "It's so easy to be left alone?"