Chapter 1184: Not interested in

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng does not stay here.
He flashed under the shadow and kept a height with the ground, like a goshawk flying away.
After Luo Zheng and the cloaked warrior completely left, the group of warriors who had been hoarding in the city, like the tide, squeezed out from the big city!
And when they have just left the city, they are scattered and try to stay away from others.
The rules of the fantasy battlefield are like this!
Once you leave the major cities, danger is everywhere.
You may be a hunter or a prey for other warriors.
An unremarkable demon warrior rushed out of the city gate at the same time as other warriors. At the moment of leaving the city gate, the demon warrior's mouth showed a strange smile.
"Ziyan Emperor burst!"
A purple flame suddenly burst out of the body of this demon warrior!
The mysterious fire system forms a circle and a circle, like a wave of flames, and spreads out from this demon warrior.
At the moment, there are hundreds of warriors who have come out of the city gate together!
When the purple inflammation swept through, all the demon warriors unanimously applied the protective body to the real yuan, or the Qianyuan, trying to resist this horrible purple inflammation.
But the power of the purple inflammation is overbearing, and the body of the body is under this purple inflammation, like a piece of paper, which is instantly burned, and then these purple inflammations are like life, drilling into the crack. Among them began to burn the body of the warrior!
"what!"
"Good pain, this flame..."
"Be careful……"
All the warriors in a blink of an eye, the body has made a great fire, turned into a fire.
Some firemen cast scorpions and flew in the air or in front, but the faster the speed, the more fully the flame burned. In the air, only about half of the air flies into the ashes, floating in the air...
Some firemen cast a piece of crystal clear ice shield, want to separate this flame from their own body, but the flame power is far more than imagination, the condensed ice shield instantly melts, still burned to ashes by this flame!
All the burned warriors have a red light in their bodies and return to the main city.
The rest of the dream light spot was absorbed by the demon warrior.
"Hey..."
The demon warrior stood in front of the city gate, with a cold smile on his face, looking at the warrior in the gate of the city, and there was a touch of purple inflammation in his hand.
The flame of the demon warrior spreads the scope of the square, but the purple inflammation that spreads toward the gate of the city, the moment it rushes into the city, it dissipates cleanly!
At this stage, the main city of the dream battlefield is still absolutely safe, and any attack will be eliminated at the gate of the main city.
Not only this main city, the entire fantasy battlefield, the main city of the 50 major boundaries is like this!
The Mozu Warrior absorbed five or six thousand dream points in a short period of time, and his ranking is also rapidly increasing!
"Who are you!" In the main city, the first person asked coldly.
Up to now, there are still many warriors who are not aware of the current situation. After all, most of the main city is a Mozu, and only Luo Zheng and the cloaked warrior will be gone. After all, it is not my family, but the city. Outside the door, this demon warrior is disabled by the same family.
The demon warrior smiled faintly: "Is it important?"
"Hey, we are both Devils, you have such a means, never thought about it..." The Devils angered.
The Mozu warrior interrupted him. "I don't want to listen to nonsense. I only know that there is no such thing as a race in this fantasy battlefield. The losers will be eliminated, and you... will all be me." The stepping stone of the First World!"
When I heard the words of the demon warriors, many of the Mozu people showed anger on their faces, but more of the Mozu people were in amazement!
Although many Demon warriors have made sufficient psychological preparations to welcome the opening of the fantasy battlefield, it is clear that their understanding is not profound enough. This dream battlefield is a battlefield for victory, but it is to be in mega Among the warriors, select the battlefield of the most advanced warriors.
It is noisy to be ridiculous to hold the "concept" of race here!
The demon warrior actually went to the gate, and the purple flaming bear in his hand rose, and then he reached into the gate. When his hand crossed the "boundary" moment, Ziyan was dreamed of battlefield. The rule was extinguished, and then he said again: "My name is Dragon Bird..."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around. He also knew that the warriors in the city gate would not come out to die. It is a waste of time to stay here.
"Dragon Bird!"
"It turned out to be him..."
"The ninth generation descendant of the magical world!"
"With him in a main city, it is also bad luck!"
"Hey, what is unlucky and unlucky, 100,000 people in the world of the sea have come in, which main city does not have a few metamorphosis guys? But I do not know that this dragon bird is weaker than the two human warriors. I really hope they pick it up!"
Until the figure of the dragon bird disappeared into the field of vision, the warriors in the city re-emerged.
Throughout the dream battlefield, in the initial stage, the thing of blocking the city gate is constantly happening...
At the same time, the names of many warriors have already stood out in the pyramid!
Among the 100,000 worlds outside the fantasy battlefield, there are countless dream spaces, and on each dream space, the names on the pyramids are constantly rising and falling!
All races, major forces, are also closely watching the rankings.
......
"Hey!"
A wind blade ejected from Luo Zheng's fingertips.
Not far from the front, there are several horn deer, these horn deer look very docile, but in fact it is also a ten-level beast.
The wind blade suddenly ejected, and the chests of these horned deer were traversed. With the unspeakable screams, these stag horns were cut off, and the Wushen and Liufu in their bodies had been levied. The wind blade was smashed.
The dead horned deer gradually dissipated in the sight of Luo Zheng, at the same time, a pale yellow dream point flew toward Luo Zheng.
"Hunting the wild beasts, there are also dreams, but this deer horn turned out to be a dream point?"
Faced with this result, Luo Zheng shook his head slightly, hunting a beast is also a method of dream point, but this dream battlefield is actually a super giant downfall, the intention is to encourage the warriors to kill each other, from the middle to the strongest The winner, so the reward given by the beast is relatively small.
"But I don't know how many dreams can be rewarded for killing a stronger beast."
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's figure flashed again, swept the hillside, and rushed to the front.
On top of this road, if you encounter a beast, Luo Zheng will also kill him at will.
Like the beast of the horn deer, there is only one or two dream points for the coming, and the accumulated dream points are very small, but Luo Zheng does not care.
Judging from the rules of this dream battlefield, the initial accumulation is not important. After some of the more powerful military personnel have accumulated enough dream points, Luo Zheng can directly grab the robbing.
If you can, Luo Zheng can even lie here to practice, even find a place to sleep!
Only when he was trapped in Xianfu for several years, he finally had a chance to leave Xianfu. He wanted to distract himself in the vast world of this dream battlefield...
Just as Luo Zheng slowly flew, his eyes suddenly flashed slightly, but his mouth was slightly tilted.
The body suddenly stopped in midair, turning his head down and looking down: "When are you going to follow?"
His voice came out, and there was silence in the wilderness. There seemed to be no other creatures...
"After accumulating a little dream point, come back to me, I don't have much interest in you." After Luo Zheng faintly finished, he casually continued to fly forward.
There are a total of three people who track Luo Zheng. They certainly have no time to accumulate dream points. Now they are killing three of them, but there are only one hundred and fifty dream points. Luo Zheng is indeed not interested.
As a rough laughter came, three burly figures appeared out of thin air on the ground, and they were three demon warriors.
"But we are interested in you! Haha!"
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