Vol 3 Chapter 659: Fang Wulians play (1/2)

After the death of the bamboo monster, he left a very precious refining material, and the purple scorpion rose.

The bamboo section is very bright, but it also contains a strong toxic atmosphere.

He wrapped it in energy and collected it.

The bamboo monsters that were summoned by the bamboo monsters were not fleeing because their kings died. They were still rushing forward, but this time they had no rules and no longer targeted the purple.

Everyone started to work together, even Fang Wulian was no longer idle, glaring at the Fa Lingpao on his body. His strength was improved by several levels, and it was easy to kill those bamboo monsters.

Just without the many cannon fodder before, those bamboo monsters, one by one is like crazy, constantly attacking several people.

Ziyan only retracted back, and then shot again and again, although he could sweep a large piece of bamboo monster every time, helping everyone to clean out a piece of open space, but the number of bamboo monsters is too much, almost endless.

Zi Yan looked at the bamboo forest without end, and then looked at the bamboo monsters that were constantly gathering in the distance. He said: ”Continue to move forward and accumulate strength.”

At this moment, Zi Yan actually has a little regret in his heart. He knew that the road ahead was so difficult. He would treat those who want to kill Fang Wulian. Let's go into the depths together and say.

Now it’s good, huge danger, but it’s necessary for them to resist.

And the purple scorpion feels dangerous, so the situation of other people can be seen?

When I got here, the total number of people who arrived was already half lost. With the continuous advancement, the number of people is still decreasing. I believe that in the end, few people are really alive.

Among all the people, the most exquisite and forward-looking is the most calm, it should be the two soul-eaters.

Wherever they passed, all the bamboo monsters that tried to attack the two would be silently broken and turned into the purest power, absorbed by the two.

And those who have been murdered by Zi Yan and others are also bamboo monsters who are not afraid of fear. When they arrive at the two people, they seem to have met the nemesis.

On this road, Zi Yan saw too many bamboo monsters. Although it was just a road, the bamboo monsters killed along the way were also a huge number. I don’t know what other teams would be, but Zi Yan believed those who left. No one should be able to get here alive.

In this way, fighting forwards, during which several people will take turns to rest and accumulate strength.

Everyone has complete trust with each other, so the cooperation is also very tacit. The items that were exchanged before are constantly consumed.

”I don't have a clear eye.”

In the horizon of the mountain, there were countless white fogs, and she subconsciously took the props and found that it had been consumed.

”I am gone.”

Blue solitary dream shook his head, and at this time, there was white fog in front of her eyes.

Zi Yan took out two drops of Qingxin Mingmu liquid and handed it to two people, then looked to the side.

My nephew said: ”I don't want it, my soul soldiers can attack the enemy by themselves.”

Fang Wulian also said: ”My attack is too weak, and I don't want it. It is completely wasted here.”

Zi Yan gave a tribute to Shan Kui, the other side wearing a battle armor, can be charged, and at the crucial moment can also resist the attack for everyone.

Zi Yan also swallowed a drop, holding the stick shield in the forefront, Shan Kui was arranged to the rear by him, responsible for the break.

With the consumption of props, the speed of several people has obviously slowed down.

But those bamboo monsters are not affected, but the attack is even more sharp.

Just when everyone felt exhausted and the props were consumed, they finally saw the end of the bamboo forest.

But I just saw it, and the effect of clearing my eyes and eyes was gone.

The dense fog filled the horizon, the white mist rolled, and many bamboo monsters came forward.

The purple sable standing in front, took a deep breath, and the long stick in his hand began to tremble. The lines above were lit up one after another, and his few soul forces were injected into it.

A purple light blooms out of it.

The purple scorpion stepped forward, holding the stick swept, the purple light went forward, and the white mist around it rolled wildly, once again drowning the forward purple light.