Chapter 173: Who is the bottom one? ?

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A large wave of zombies has besieged members of the National African Bureau. Wang Yan and others guarded according to the danger. The so-called according to the danger is just a little higher, and there are more rugged rocks around.
The zombies killed one wave after another. Outside the small square, the corpses of zombies had piled up all over the place. At this point, Wang Yan and others fought, and it is said that more than one hundred zombies have been killed.
Most of them are the lowest-level walking corpses, but there are also some elite armored corpses, and even killed several powerful copper armored corpses.
But the zombies are still fearless to die, and keep stepping on the corpses.
Fortunately, the corpse Taoist who is good at group warfare wakes up from the state of distraction and enters the battlefield.
His ancestral heritage can hold a dozen puppet corpses in the secret treasure corpse coffin. Although the number is far inferior to that of the enemy zombies, but the corpses have been refining corpses for hundreds of years, the puppet corpses that he can save and carry with him are very One is a collection of refined products.
The black iron tower, which has broken through the blood of Wang Yan's pure Yang blood to the level of the silver armor, is not mentioned, and its battlefield is invincible. The shadow dance, which is the pinnacle of the bronze armor, should not be underestimated. It wanders in the battlefield and occasionally gives the enemy a fatal blow. That image is like a weakened version of Wuya Ange.
In addition, there were four identical copper armoured corpses that formed a battle array, and they joined forces to multiply the enemy.
The remaining ten are iron armor corpses, including Mikako, Tibetan poison and Yansan who have fought with Wang Yan. They each have their own good abilities, and they have held back most of the pressure for some exhausted Wang Yan and others.
Wang Yan supported the weak Wuya Ange and asked her to sit under a big rock. From the storage bracelet, a C + grade Nedan essence was taken out and injected into her body.
So far in this fierce battle, Uya Ange has killed at least 40 or 50 zombies, including iron armor and bronze armor with strong combat power. Energy and physical strength have been consumed to the point where the lamp is dry.
She also suffered several injuries and some corpse poison. This made her look papery and her lips slightly bluish.
The battlefield is different from the personal fighting between you and me, it is cruel and direct, and consumes energy violently all the time. In this environment, fighting with the corpses, Uya Ange's realm of dark sky is not very useful, and opening the realm is just a waste of energy.
Although she is a domain-level powerhouse, unlike Wang Yan who has a weapon-level armor, she was injured everywhere after a fierce battle.
Fortunately, her physical qualities are many times that of ordinary people, and the C + grade Nedan essence is very powerful. A dose entered her body, just a few seconds later, her face appeared a hint of delicate and rosy.
"Sister An Ge, take the time to adjust your interest rate." Wang Yan also injected himself with the essence of Zhi Nei Dan to supplement his exhausted physical fitness.
The corpses led a group of dozens of puppet corpses and commanded Fang to resist the turbulent corpses. Especially the Black Iron Tower, killed in the corpse group, is fierce and unparalleled, like a human tank crushing the enemy zombies.
When he got to the rise, he looked up and howled, and the dense dark clouds shook tremblingly.
"Aoao!" There was also a roar all day long on the other side of the battlefield. An evil and cruel breath came from far away. That was the fierce silver glutton who had never met, but his feet were rumbling like hammers and drums.
Obviously, the fierce silver gluttons felt the similar breath of the Black Tower, and heard the roaring but unconvinced provocation of the Black Tower.
"Aoao ~" The Black Iron Tower also roared away from it. For a time, the roar of the two silver armor corpses in the battlefield continued, resounding through the sky.
They seemed to be on the ancient battlefield, and the two brave generals called each other.
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"Huh?" The corpse crow had already been recovered, and he felt that the winning ticket was in hand and the overall situation had been determined. Hearing the violent corpse roar of the Black Iron Tower from afar, his brow frowned, and he tilted his head and wondered, "Where did a silver armor emerge? Well? It felt like it was only half as bad as the silver glutton Raise. Really strange. Corpse Crow! Go and show the old man. "
"Wow la ~" The black crow stepped on the arm of the corpse boy, fluttering his wings and flew into the thick shadow of the cloud, and the investigation information went.
Leaving the corpse boy's brows slightly puzzled: "Where is the silver armor? Strange, weird. And what is the silver spear doing! How can it fly out of the dark mist, and why go to heaven?"
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Fluttering ~ a rapid flapping of wings.
In the battlefield of the large valley of glue, the rolling and unpredictable dark mist is inside. A dark corpse crow traversed in the dark black mist, and his scarlet eyes stared at everyone on the ground like a falcon through the heavy black mist.
"this is!?"
On the mountainside platform, a corpse boy with a baby face in a braid suddenly changed color. He clearly saw the silver armored black iron tower on the battlefield through the sight of the "corpse crow". And the silver casket lying on the ground, exuding an ancient mysterious atmosphere.
One of the secret treasures of the Zongmen-the hidden coffin!
The corpse boy's face was erratic and his pink and tender cheek fluttered slightly. How could the hidden coffin appear here? Difficult, is he also in the battlefield.
He remembers very clearly that Shimen Zhongbao ’s hidden coffin has always been in the hands of his younger brother.
The corpse boy's heart twitched, and his breath stopped for a time, with a trace of anxiety. Through the "corpse crow" vision, constantly searching for younger brothers on the battlefield.
finally.
The old monster in black robe and gray hair fell into his mind.
This, this is ... Master, brother?
In an instant, two drops of tears poured from the corner of the dead boy's eyes, and the wind blew, turning into tears and dripping back. Once in my dream, I saw my brother countless times. I have also imagined countless scenes of meeting with younger brothers.
However, there has never been an imagination. He and his siblings would meet on the battlefield, and they turned out to be hostile.
Brother!
How did you change and become so old? Become a brother, I can't recognize you at all.
It's been seventy years, and it's gone for seventy years.
It's not that the corpse boy didn't want to see it, but he didn't dare to see it. For a long time, he has been trying to suppress the desire to visit his brother. Because he didn't want to involve his younger brother in the world that would devour human soul. It is because he does not want to let his younger brother know what he has been doing all these years.
Tears can't stop flowing.
The half-life demon, a big demon corpse boy who can stop children crying in many places, has shed tears that have not appeared for half a century.
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At the same time, in the sky.
A mink and a puppet corpse are roaring with each other, screaming and communicating with each other.
The little ferret grabbed the phone and was excited with a series of squeaks. The pitiful eyes are the pitiful, the innocent are the innocent. It's voice is crisp and touching, and it's tender and charming.
Wing puppet corpse silver sprite, is waving claws, roaring roaring corpse roar. For the tragic encounter of Little Ferret, pitiful life expressed indignation and sympathy.
Completely different races, different attributes, different body types, and even different gender species can communicate so smoothly. It can be seen that the Korean drama of Little Ferret for so long, really did not look at Bai Xuebai.
Of course, don't look at the little ferret chatting with the silver sprite. But my heart collapsed. Did the old cow nose fall asleep underneath? It's been a long time since I slipped my sister in the air like a kite, so I don't want to let it go?
Sister could not hold it anymore, and really wanted to hold a sip of ice mist, spitting this stinking zombie.
But then again, the Lun family is really icy and clever. Under such a desperate situation, you can play so yoyo ~~
Just when Little Ferret was full of brains, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly happily rang: "I want to say love to you, love, endless love ... I miss you until forever ~"
Yin Pi's sympathy paused, and fierce eyes looked at the little ferret and the cell phone suspiciously.
The little ferret's inner turmoil stopped abruptly, his expression stiffened, glanced at the phone, and grinned embarrassedly at Yinlong. The heart collapses and vomits, do you dare to be unprofessional?
Scorpio, aren't you the Shadow Assassin? Do n’t you know how to mute your phone during the most basic actions? Besides, this is the taste. Use old songs from many years ago as mobile ringtones.
"Roar roar ~" Yin Yun glanced at a trace of fierce color, pointed at the mobile phone with sharp claws. Although its emotional intelligence is not high, its IQ is not lower than that of ordinary people.
Indistinctly, there seemed to be something wrong.
The little ferret's neck was cold and he chuckled dryly. Under the threat of more and more fierce silver eyes, he grumbled and swiped the screen with his paws to answer the call. He prayed straight in his heart, and the other party spoke to the Lun family. Be careful, and do n’t reveal your sister ’s identity.
"Hello, Miss Ange?" Li Fanming's voice came over the phone as soon as it was connected. "It's a matter of importance. I have to personally communicate with you the bombing coordinates of Dongfeng-15!"
"Woo!" Yinjun sharply captured the keywords on the phone, and it was not clear what Dongfeng-15 was. But the bombing coordinates still understood. The red light in his eyes gradually condensed, and he fangs towards the little ferret.
"Squeaky ~" The little ferret was about to faint and squeaked in protest to remind the other party.
What a broken thing this is!
After you receive the coordinate information, just bang it. Even a phone call back to visit, if you think this is TV shopping or prize quiz! ?
"Huh? Squeaky?" Li Fanming on the opposite side was obviously a little ignorant, and said to himself strangely, "A little squirrel? Uh ... what's going on, how could a little squirrel answer the phone !? It's too pitted. "
At this moment, the little ferret burst into tears. What is IQ, Director Li? Did you get into the position of the secretary through the back door?
Squirrel, you are a big head ghost. You use your eyes to see your sister like a little squirrel across the phone! ?
Also, who is the bottom of the bottom! ?
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