Chapter 113: No gaming experience

At the same time, in the blood demon palace camp, before the leaning and collapsed hall, a group of 20 or 30 players from Zhao Changjun were pulling an 80 million blood demon palace general to a corner and beating.
They have an orderly division of labor, steadily pressing down the blood volume of the generals of the Blood Demon Palace.
However, 80 million HP, and this boss is level 50, the defense is not low, for players at this stage, it is still a difficult bone.
As for Zhao Changjun and his group, the average per second injury per person was only more than 2,000.
It takes more than half an hour for more than 20 people to finish the boss.
Moreover, for more than half an hour, no one needs to interfere with them.
Originally, if Meng Jingtian and others were able to hold down the players of the evil Dao camp and let the battle stand up, it would not be impossible for Zhao Changjun and others to steal this general.
However, now those players in the evil camp have all been sent back to the resurrection point by Meng Jingtian.
So, at this time, the evil players who have just been resurrected from the resurrection point still have no recollection. Why did they suddenly die?
Someone exclaimed: "Why are our generals missing?"
"There! I wiped it, someone stole the general!"
With five hundred pairs of eyes, he immediately glanced at Zhao Changjun and others who were playing generals in the corner.
Zhao Changjun's movements stiffened, and a sneered sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Why are you all back?"
It's okay not to say this, he said that it caused the players of the evil camp to become angry.
"Fuck! Do you still have a bottom line! Meng Shen is on your side, still need to steal the general?"
"Yes! Shameless?"
"Brothers! Hammer them to death. Meng Shen can't beat them. Can these little characters still be beaten?"
With a loud shout of indignation among the crowd of evil way camp players, a group of people rushed towards Zhao Changjun and others.
"Let me go! Meng Shen?" Zhao Changjun was taken aback: "Big brother, big brother, let's talk about it! The Meng God you mentioned, but the one on the forum, Meng Jingtian?"
"Sorry, we have nothing to say, we just want to hammer you to death!"
"Apart from the one on the forum, who else would dare to call Meng Shen?"
The evil Dao camp players are clamoring, and now they have entered the attack range, they must attack Zhao Changjun and others.
Zhao Changjun wailed for a while, I went, Meng Shen was in the team, why didn't he find out!
He even pretended to be clever and brought someone to steal the general, and when I thought of it, there was a hot feeling on his face.
At this time, facing the 500 players from the evil faction, Zhao Changjun and others had given up resistance.
How to beat 500 people with more than 20 people? This is not a fantasy!
"Excuse me, who are you going to hammer to death?" At this moment, Meng Jingtian and a group of righteous players arrived.
Sudden questioning made the air freeze instantly.
While Meng Jingtian was talking, he took out the bomb he had just bought, and threw a group of players into the evil road camp from a distance.
The distance is still far away, and the two long-range range attack skills just now have been used, and the bomb just bought can also cause a lot of range damage instantly.
He bought two, one blue and one purple.
At this moment, the purple bomb was dropped, and the evil Dao camp players who were already crowded to kill Zhao Changjun and others died suddenly.
A moment after the bomb exploded, Meng Jingtian and a group of righteous players also rushed over.
Some of the remaining evil players camp, under the siege of Meng Jingtian and a group of excited players from the right camp, also died back to the resurrection point in minutes.
The next step is simple, Meng Jingtian stood by the resurrection point of the evil Dao camp players, resurrected a few and hacked a few to death.
998/10000
1291/10000
2333/10000
With this brushing, the heads grew very rapidly, and Meng Jingtian alone, I am afraid that 90% of the heads were brushed.
Players from other righteous camps don't even have a chance to shoot.
In the end, he didn't even wonder how he could a head from Meng Jingtian's men, and waved the flag and shouted "666" with peace of mind.
Zhao Changjun and the others who came to steal the general looked at each other, and even the general did not fight.
Steal or steal, this situation is one-sided, they only need to follow Meng Dashen and shout 666.
"Ding!"
At this time, Zhao Changjun received a secret chat.
"Zhao Dashen, are you free? Bring a girl to make a level 40 copy!"
"Please don't call me a great god, I'm a salted fish who can only shout 6." Zhao Changjun glanced at Meng Jingtian, who was fighting the knife and brushing his head, and replied.
Immediately, like all the players in the righteous camp at this time, they shouted a loud slogan: "Meng Shen 666!"
Compared with them, the players of the evil faction are hard pressed.
There is no master who can fight Meng Jingtian, they are simply lambs to be slaughtered.
Perhaps the lambs are better, at least the lambs only die once, they die again and again.
Fortunately, this is in the battlefield. Death will not lose equipment level, just send the opponent's head data.
And because Meng Jingtian was a battlefield, he was actually just different from these players, he didn't have any deep hatred, and he didn't use divine punishment.
However, this Nima is a virtual online game! The feeling of death is very real, it can be said to be painful, extremely painful.
"Fuck! Labor and capital will never fight the battlefield again!"
"There is no gaming experience, so I want to retire!"
"I want to retreat from the sect, I was wrong! I will never add the evil sect again in this life. I want to change the evil and return to the right. God Meng will let me go!"
Because they died time and time again, players from the evil Dao camp were even resurrected when they couldn't even say a word.
At this time, the near chat channel was lively, and players from the evil camp typed or confessed or cursed.
10000/10000
One of the conditions for victory is reached!
Meng Jingtian shook his arm and looked at the evil camp NPC general who looked at this side with a complicated expression.
"Don't, don't come over!" The NPC general stepped back, saying to Meng Jingtian.
"Ding! Evil Dao camp leader Gong Qian has surrendered and the battle is over~EbookFREE.me~ is being settled, please wait!"
At this time, a system prompt sounded in the ears of all righteous camp players.
"Fuck! It's okay?" Don't talk about the players of the evil faction, the players of the righteous faction are also running by 10,000 grass and mud horses.
Immediately, the players of the evil Dao camp reacted, and even though they lost on the battlefield, Qi Qi was relieved.
This nightmare is finally over!
"Ding! The settlement is complete!"
"Ding! You got 100,000 merit points and 100 million experience points!"
"Ding! Congratulations, the upgrade was successful!"
"You will be sent off the battlefield in ten seconds."
A series of system prompts sounded from Meng Jingtian's ears. After a battle, the 100 million experience points finally raised him to level 44.
(End of this chapter)