Four people and Zhou Jian, who was hiding, continued to wait. After a few hours, two more people passed the transmission array.

One of them was only about one metre tall. He wore a robed robes with pointed ears and green skin.

The other person, on the other hand, is two meters high, with a devil-like horn on his head, his muscles shackled, and a black epee on his back. He is a melee-type warrior.

Six senior testers, one hand on a key, plus two of Zhou Jian's hands are eight, plus one in the hands of the Lord of the Wind Temple, nine together.

In other words, no one will enter the second floor anymore.

But the other six did not know that they waited patiently for most of the day, but the portal did not appear to have anyone else.

Finally, the pale old man had no patience. He looked up at the portal and frowned. "Is there a problem with Kos and the bald head? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Another person answered: "With the strength of both of them, they will not die on the first floor unless they are counted by other trials..."

The man said that the old man’s eyelids jumped, and there was a skill to count the two men’s trials, that is, they were a few. In addition, there was only the temple of the Fengshen Temple, but the Lord of the Wind Temple was only a small one this time. The apprentice is only experienced, and should not really look at the things in the treasure room, and will not kill the two keys.

So, is it really that some of them have shot the Kos and the bald man?

The thin old man looks around the other five. The face is a bit gloomy.

The rest of the people are also different in appearance, and it is normal to have a murderous treasure in the copy. They can't help but be more guarded against the rest of the people around them, and have the ability to count Coss and the bald man. It is not necessary to count them.

"Since the two are absent, then we don't have to wait, let's go." The old man said that he had stopped the staff in his hand.

A group of six people walked into the red desert. On the edge of the desert, the green gnome wearing a robed robes whispered a spell and summoned a long fox-like beast with a very beautiful red fire. fur. The eyes are pure gold.

"Oh, Goldeneye Fox? It's not easy to get one thing." The old man said with a slight surprise. This golden-eyed fox has no other skill, that is, the senses are very keen, you can find danger and murder in the first step, can be used for path exploration and treasure hunt, is a good auxiliary summoning beast.

The gnome smiled and said: "With it, we can save some effort, and we don't have to always open the spirit."

"Haha. Then we have followed the spotlight." The rest of the people laughed and attached, but did not completely close the perception, but compressed the scope of perception to some extent, in order to beware of the calculations of other trials. In this case, the defense of the human heart is indispensable.

The golden-eyed fox walked in the forefront, and it jumped forward and jumped from time to time to turn its long ears and listen to the surrounding conditions.

The rest of the people opened a distance of more than ten meters and followed it slowly, while Zhou Jian opened the stealth and opened a distance of about one kilometer to prevent being discovered.

So everyone has been away for more than half an hour. The golden-eyed fox, who had been leading the way in the front, suddenly stopped and screamed a few times.

"Blood scorpion, about seven or eight." The gnome whispered. Looking at the ridge of sand rising from the front dozens of meters, it is obvious that the **** scorpion is hidden inside.

The big man with a horn on his head touched his chin and said: "After going so far, I found a few **** scorpions. It seems that the temple of the temple of the wind gods helped us solve the problem of **, and we were somewhat overly careful."

The thin old man looked at Dahan and said: "Be careful, it's always right. Let's attack together."

"Ok."

A few people said that the body illuminates a variety of magical light, and the big man who apparently appears to be a warrior also pulls out the epee behind him and sends out a black sword.

For a time, the magic of the various departments plus the roaring swordsman rushed out, directly blasting the sand dunes in the distance, the blood splashed, and the **** scorpions near the surface were directly blown up, and the rest fled. Out of the sand, the claws of the claws rushed to the crowd.

At this time, the glamorous woman who had not shot before, pulled out the sword in her arms, and saw that the sword flew out in blue light, and wrapped around the surviving **** scorpions, and then the **** scorpions were broken. The sword seems to fly back like a spiritual, automatically inserted back the scabbard.

Seeing this scene, the old and thin old man couldn't help but admire: "The fairy's artifact is more and more unstoppable, and it is so powerful to kill so many **** scorpions."

"They have been seriously injured and have no blood. I just made up a sword." Leng Yan woman said casually, it should be passed.

The old man said: "I entered this copy 80 years ago. This **** scorpion is quite a headache. Now it is not a threat. Let's go, be careful not to encounter the Scorpion King. If you really meet it, They can only escape with their own skills."

The **** king is the strongest monster in the second layer of the treasure. Its defensive power and magic resistance are both outrageous. With the attacking power of these people, even breaking the defense is enough. It is almost impossible to kill.

Moreover, the attacking power of the **** king is also very horrible. If it is stabbed with a poisonous tail needle, it will also be broken off half a life without death. Fortunately, the speed of this **** king is not very fast, if everyone works together to display some means. , still able to escape.

All the people killed all the way, along the way, **** scorpions and **** wolf gold-eyed foxes will call the police in advance, and then easily solve them. This has been going for a long time, and the golden-eyed fox who explored the road suddenly flicked and changed. Have to cringe.

A glimpse of the gnome, is there any powerful monster nearby?

Seeing the reaction of the golden-eyed fox, the other people were also dignified, and they immediately let go of the sense to detect the surroundings, but there was nothing unusual.

"It seems to be behind the sand dunes," said the gnome. As the owner of the Goldeneye Fox, he can feel where the fear of the summoned beast comes from.

"After the dunes? But I don't feel murderous." The dry old man said quietly. Monsters are not as embarrassing as humans, they don't hide their murderousness. If they are powerful monsters, murderousness can be felt early.

"Looking at the past." The big man with a long horn on his head said. I pulled out the epee.

A few people looked at each other and decided to go around the sand dunes to see them. They opened the perception to the maximum and carried the energy in the body. Carefully walked over.

After bypassing the sand dunes, they finally saw the scene obscured by the sand dunes. Approximately one kilometer away from the crowd, a huge scorpion with a length of ten meters was on the ground, and it was covered with a thick, thick carapace. Only a huge pliers hangs on the sand like two small houses, and the curved tail is lifted high.

"Bloody King!" The gnome took a breath.

"Don't be nervous. It's dead." The old man's brow was slightly wrinkled. He had just felt the detection of the past and could not feel any anger in the **** king.

"Dead... dead?" The gnome seems to be unbelievable, and he will perceive the past. As the old man said, this **** king was killed, but it still maintains this mighty posture, it seems that it is still fighting. Moreover, it still exudes a heart-rending breath and oppression, so that the gnome did not have the first time to distinguish the bleeding and the king was dead.

"It is the hand of the Lord of the Wind God Temple. You look at its carapace." The old and thin old man said that everyone looked at this and there were many scars on the **** king. This is the trace left by the wind blade. However, these scars are not fatal, even the Lord of the Wind Temple. It is also impossible to easily break the defense of the **** king.

The thin old man took the lead and walked around the **** king. No fatal injuries were found, but its tail needle was taken away. Behind it, there were a few good equipment and some potions, apparently after the death of the **** king, but the Lord of the Wind Temple Not going to squat, obviously I don't see these equipment.

There was no fatal injury on the body surface, so it was likely that the body was injured, so the thin old man applied a floating technique to fly to the **** king's head and opened the **** king's mouth.

"The fatal wound is here." The thin old man pointed to the mouth of the **** king. The inside has been cut and smashed. The **** king's shell is super strong, but the body's defense is very limited. With this in mind, I directly attacked the inside of the **** king's body and killed it in one fell swoop.

Others also floated up. "It is the spiral wind sword of the Lord of the Wind Temple. A spiral wind sword flies into its mouth and directly confuses the internal organs."

"Well, the most precious tail needle of the **** king has been taken away by the Lord of the Wind Temple. Good equipment should also be taken away, leaving little value."

The so-called not much value is only relatively speaking. In fact, there are also 30 gold-colored artifacts in those equipments. If you sell them, you can sell about ten purple coins.

For these senior testers, although there are not many purple gold coins, they are not a small amount of money that can be thrown at will, but because of the face, the first thin old man who came first and the big man who has a long horn have not gone.

But the green-skinned little gnome didn't seem to care about this. He directly put two beautiful gold artifacts on the ground into the inventory, and smiled: "The two pieces of equipment, I just used it for the apprentice, you are not Mind."

Others smiled and naturally didn't say anything. The thin old man thought about it and cut off the tail of the **** king. Although the most precious material of the **** king is the tail needle, the powder that is ground at the end of the tail can also be used. Drawing some magic scrolls of fire attributes is also a bit of value.

The rest of the people also had an automatic hand, taking the materials they thought were of some value from the **** king.

When the people left, there was nothing left in the **** king who had been looted. At this time, Zhou Jian appeared in front of the **** king.

Feeling the blood of the **** king to the pure king's blood, he suddenly moved.

Before the Eight-winged Bat and the Blood Wolf King, Zhou Jian felt more powerful than the blood, but the **** king is different. It has pure blood and may even inherit the inheritance of a little Bat King. For example, similar to parasitic blood.

Will this bloodline become a tonic like the elder blood?

Zhou Jian sank for a moment, then relieved the invisibility, and showed his skills to the **** king - blood.

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