Facing this ashes lion, Han Ming felt unprecedented difficulty.
This is a place where flames are burning everywhere, whether in the air or under your feet, there is the most abundant fire element.
This situation not only weakened Han Ming's strength, but also greatly increased the strength of the fire-type monsters.
Han Ming panted violently, and he felt that the breath coming out of his mouth and nose became hot.
"This lion is really troublesome."
Fortunately, this Ash Lion is just a common ordinary magical beast, and is not something that has broken away from the normal magical beast form like the Red Moon. Naturally, its strength cannot be compared with the Red Moon.
When the Ashes Lion was at its peak, Han Ming struck out with more than a dozen swords in a row before seriously injuring the lion. This was only possible because of Han Ming's tricky attack method and his precise angles.
The exhaustion from the past day and the side effects caused by excessive bloodthirst were fully reflected on Han Ming at this time.
He felt a little dizzy now, and the muscles in his body were extremely sore.
Faced with Han Ming's desperate attack, the lion also launched its final blow.
It curled up its entire body and turned into a huge fireball. The temperature was so high that it quickly melted Han Ming's ice shield five meters away.
"This lion is going to fight with all his strength!" Han Ming tightly held the hilt of the sword in his hand, cut a shallow wound on his body again, stained the Qinghong Sword with blood, and fought with the giant rolling fireball.
Together.
The lion was decapitated by Han Ming's sword, and he himself was also burned by the high temperature of the Ash Lion, which burned all its energy.
The ice shield, which was already unusable, only served as a steady barrier, and Han Ming's body had blisters of various sizes appearing in many places.
At this moment, Han Ming suddenly felt an intuition that danger was coming.
"Damn it!" Han Ming growled angrily. He glanced at the corpse of the ashes lion on the ground unwillingly, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran in the other direction.
In the opposite direction, a thin figure arrived here after a few jumps in the burning forest, and just in time to see Han Ming's figure disappear into the flames.
Just as the man was about to chase after him, the corner of his eye suddenly turned to the dead Ash Lion on the ground.
"Fourth Stage Magical Beast?" The man spoke with an extremely old voice, and it was the old man named Feng.
He glanced at the direction in which Han Ming was escaping, then looked at the dead loot beside him, and finally chose to let Han Ming go for the time being.
The probability of the four-stage Warcraft core, especially the fire element, to produce a Warcraft core is very high. This kind of Warcraft can usually only appear in the five dangerous places in the wild forest and is difficult to see from the outside world. The value of its four-stage Warcraft core is so high that it is enough
Turn a person into a rich man overnight.
It would be fine if this lion was still alive, but now it was lying deathly beside him. Even a fourth-level fighting soul master would not be tempted.
The old man bent down and took out a round core of a magical beast from the body of the Ash Lion, with a smile on his lips.
"In terms of speed, you can't be my opponent." The old man smiled sinisterly, put the core of the Warcraft into his waist, and his body suddenly turned into a strong wind and chased Han Ming in the direction where he escaped.
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Bastard!!"
Han Ming was so angry that his nose was almost smoking. The trophies that he had sacrificed to himself and finally killed were snatched away by others. No one would be able to calm down if such a thing was done to anyone.
He shuttled back and forth in the sea of fire, trying not to keep moving in the same direction to reduce the possibility of the enemy tracking him.
"There is no need to be angry. You cannot be the only one to take advantage of all the good things in the world. It is normal to suffer some losses."
The demon soul comforted Han Ming in his heart.
Han Ming could only nod helplessly. In fact, he understood this truth in his heart, but he had now gathered four cores of fire-type monsters. If the ash lion just now also had cores, five cores would be complete.
The reputation of Wild Hell is not earned in vain.
The deeper you go, the higher the temperature of the flame becomes, making it difficult for ordinary people to support it.
The old man surnamed Feng, who had been running wildly in the wild hell for a whole day, gradually felt a sense of difficulty.
"What's going on with that kid? He can actually run to such a deep place. Could it be that I chased him in the wrong direction?" The old man surnamed Huo wiped his sweat and looked into the depths, where his color became lighter and lighter.
The color of the flame. The lighter the color, the higher the temperature.
Two hours after the old man surnamed Huo set out to catch up again, the middle-aged man surnamed Huo and the city lord of the first city also arrived here.
"Oh no! This barbaric hell is really not a place for humans." The city lord kept wiping the beads of sweat dripping from his cheeks.
The man surnamed Huo seemed much calmer and said with a smile: "I encountered quite a few monsters along the way, but unfortunately they were all in groups. I could only watch them, but I couldn't take action."
The city lord sighed helplessly and said: "Chase!"
As Han Ming ran, he continued to climb up the ice shield. At this depth, he had to add magic energy to the ice shield every moment, and the water droplets dripping from the ice shield after it dissolved became flowing water.
speed.
This is why a strange person like Han Ming can persist in the Wild Fire Hell for such a long time. The reason is still due to his magical talent of water attribute. And his attack methods are currently all physical attacks, and his magical power is only
It was free to use to support the ice shield that protected the body.
And those who have only one attack method, usually use fighting spirit to protect their bodies, they also need to use fighting spirit to fight. The consumption of fighting spirit is very large, and the same is true for magicians.
Buzz~buzz~
A buzzer sounded.
"There are monsters!" Han Ming stopped happily and looked towards a mountain peak opposite.
Upon seeing this, his face suddenly turned green with fear.
I saw a total of forty or fifty red giant bees the size of a human head flying towards me in swarms, each of which was a fourth-level low-level magical beast.
"Damn it, damn it!" Han Ming cursed and quickly turned around and ran in the other direction, while the swarm of giant bees continued to chase behind him.
This kind of flying monster is more difficult to deal with than ordinary monsters. They move faster than running. Once encountered, it is extremely difficult to get rid of. And this is not the most troublesome thing. The key is that this kind of monster is very cunning.
, if you find that you are not your opponent, you can fly directly into the sky and fly away, but you can only stand on the ground and stare, but there is nothing you can do.
"Demon soul, please quickly find a way to stop those giant bees. They fly too fast. If we are caught up, we will be doomed."
Han Ming said anxiously. Being in a hot environment all the time makes people feel anxious and their temper becomes worse and worse.
The demon soul flew out of the body, glanced behind, and said calmly: "Can't beat it."
Then he got into Han Ming's body.
The giant bees from behind were chasing after them, and several figures suddenly appeared in front of them.
Not good! Someone!
Han Ming realized that he had finally met the first batch of enemies who were chasing him in the wild hell.
They were seven high-level warriors. The moment they saw Han Ming, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the mood that had been so intense that they wanted to scold their mothers suddenly became better.
"Over there! Kill him!"
The seven warriors cheered and ran straight towards Han Ming.
Fortunately, he was not a fourth-level guy. Although Han Ming saw a lot of people on the other side, luckily there were no powerful guys.
"Friends, please give me a break and I will be rewarded in the future!"
Han Ming ran and shouted louder.
A tall warrior monster rushed up to Han Ming with a smile and swung his sword, but Han Ming dodged it.
"You want us to let you go? Leave your head behind. Why did you guys risk their lives to come to this damn place!?"
Han Ming dodged the first person's attack, and the attacks from the other six people came one after another.
Buzz~ A buzzing sound came.
"What is that?" A war madman looked up at the swarm of giant bees flying towards him and said in a voiceless voice.
"Good thing, just take your time and play with it by yourself."
Han Ming chuckled and did not fight with these people at all. Taking advantage of their daze, his body turned into a black shadow and rushed straight into the depths of the jungle. Several screams came from behind him.
Because the presence of seven unlucky guys distracted the attention of those giant bees, Han Ming was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Finally got rid of those damn giant bees!" Han Ming slowed down a little, took out a water bag from the storage bag on his waist while running, tilted his neck and drank a few sips of boiling water. If he hadn't been there
While drinking water, use water magic to cool down the water. One sip will definitely burn your throat with blisters.
Roar!!
A loud bang sounded directly in front of Han Ming, and a huge figure suddenly stood up from the grass.
"Oh my God! Is it over yet? Why are there so many monsters in this place?" Han Ming was so annoyed that his eyes suddenly turned black and he almost fainted from anger.
This was a huge fire bear that was five meters tall. It stretched out its thick arms and swung at Han Ming, its sharp claws leaving several thin fire marks in the air.
Han Ming rolled on the spot and rolled past the feet of the fire bear. Just as he drew his sword and tried to stop the big guy from hitting him, he heard another sound beside him. He didn't have time to think, so he quickly rolled three times in a row and circled around.
Passing a giant flaming tree, he ran wildly and looked back in panic, only to see that the fire bear and two leopards were torn together.
For three days in a row, Han Ming kept encountering various magical beasts, and these monsters were either in small groups or swarming in large groups, giving him no chance to make a move and even escaping with his life was extremely difficult.
The temperature of the flames became higher and higher, and Han Ming's mood became even worse.
"If I had known that most of the monsters here come out in groups, I should have taken the risk and opened up the body of the Ash Lion to take a look. It has been three days and not even a single monster has been seen.
Come on, what should I do now?"
Ever since Han Ming entered the Wild Fire Hell, he had never stopped for even half a minute. This place is dangerous and there is a possibility of death at any time.
"That is!?"
Running to a hill, Han Ming suddenly saw a familiar thing on a cliff of the hill.
"Fire grass! It's fire grass!"
This discovery made Han Ming overjoyed. After four days, he finally got something! dd