Chapter 1672: Terrible black gas (1/2)
The first thousand six hundred and seventy two chapters terrible black gas
As soon as Ning Qigang entered the Valley of the Dead, there were countless blood-red eyes in the distance, including the seven seven masters.
There were hundreds of eyes behind him falling on him. Ning Qi did not intend to show strength in front of this group of people, so when he was in shape, he ran to the valley of the dead.
After running a certain distance, Ning Qi stopped.
”The gods of that group of guys shouldn't be here?”
Ning Qi’s mouth is slightly raised, and at the same time, he is already surrounded by the zombie army, with about a hundred heads.
”Roar!”
Perhaps it was just transformed into a zombie, and the resentment was soaring. The seven masters of the seven masters slammed and rushed over to Ningqi.
”Get your hands first.”
Gently wave your hand.
Constant empty sword!
Puff puff……
These seven unlucky ones have just turned into zombies. Even a day after the zombies have never lived, they have been smashed by Ning Qi, but strangely, they seem to have not died. Ning Qi found that in their brains, there is one The black beads, the heart of the movement, the black pillar was crushed into pieces by Ning Qi.
”Hey! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and getting 1 point!”
”Hey! Congratulations to the host...”
”...”
The system sounds continuously, and Ning Qi has obtained... seven points of creation.
”There is indeed a point of creation, but this is too little for the creation point?”
Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but the seven generations were the existence of the three robbers. They could have brought 105 points to Ningqi. After becoming a zombie, one person only gave Ningqi 1 point. , a full 15 times less!
”However, this dead valley has existed for many years. Every year, there are monks who die here. If they accumulate, the number of zombies must be very large. If they have the points of creation, the number will be considerable.”
Ning Qi’s eyes fell on the rest of the zombies that were coming to him. The zombies’ breath was stronger than the seven, but only strong.
Constant empty sword!
Ning Qi is like a tiger into the flock. These zombies, which look terrible to outsiders, can't hurt Ning Qi at all. The stinking corpses on them are isolated from the body by Ning Qi's scent of the spirits. Not to Ning Qi's skin, let alone poisoning Ning Qi.
After becoming a zombie, in addition to saving one or two of their strengths in front of them, they have lost their minds. Ning Qi seems to cut all the more than one hundred zombies in front of him.
”Hey! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a walking corpse and getting 1 point!”
”Ding!”
The system's prompt tone kept ringing, and it stopped for more than a hundred sounds. Every zombie brought him 1 point of creation. Plus the seven heads that were killed before, Ningqi got 115 this time. Point the point!
Host: Ning Qi.
Equal order: three robbers creator.
Creation point: 1345/10000.