Above the void, black shadows filled the sky, and each huge body flapped its wings and roared.
"This is the piebald ghost mosquito, hehe, I am afraid that the Dragon Blood Legion will be finished." A strong man in the evil way, hehe smiled.
The huge monsters turned out to be mosquitoes with black and white spots all over their bodies. Their bodies were more than ten feet long, and they were overwhelming. It was impossible to count their numbers.
This is an extremely ferocious monster. Their mouthparts are extremely sharp, and they can easily pierce the defenses of other monsters. Even scaly monsters cannot defend themselves.
The most terrible thing is that on their mouthparts, there are highly poisonous, if they are stabbed, they will immediately be paralyzed.
The piebald ghost mosquito is an extremely terrifying magical beast. It has mutated from insects. They are huge in number. In the dark forest, they are kings, and no other magical beast dares to provoke them.
At this time, the piebald ghost mosquito came overwhelmingly, and the roaring sound between the sky and the earth was agitated, and the piebald ghost mosquito had already killed the dragon blood army.
"chi chi chi..."
Just as the piebald ghost mosquito pounced on the Dragon Blood Legion, countless figures appeared in the void, and the wooden arrows flickered with cyan light, like cyan flying rainbows, and shot straight into the sea of piebald ghost mosquitoes.
It was the arrival of the Spirit Race warriors. This was Long Chen's order. On the ground, the Dragon Blood Legion fought fiercely against those violent beasts, and it was already very difficult.
After all, the bodies of those demon beasts are too large, and the dragon-blooded legion is going to and fro, running desperately, in order to hold the front line and not let the army of demon beasts rush past.
Therefore, above the void, Spirit Race warriors are needed to guard them. After all, they are all long-range attacks, which is what they are best at.
Millions of female warriors from the Spiritual Race, all of them bent bows and arrows, one after another, blue arrows flew out, the sound of breaking the sky, whistling away, extremely eager.
"Puff puff… "
After the cyan arrow rain, those huge piebald ghost mosquitoes were actually pierced by the arrows made of wood and fell one after another.
The piebald ghost mosquito, although terrifying, has a powerful attack, and the number is their biggest killer.
However, their most fatal weakness is that their defense is extremely low. The Spirit Race warriors, an arrow flew past, and could pierce through the bodies of a dozen piebald ghost mosquitoes.
Above the void, those piebald ghost mosquitoes have been killed one after another. Although these piebald ghost mosquitoes are magical beasts, they are special magical beasts and have no crystal nucleus, so their bodies are destroyed and they will soon die.
"when"
A piebald ghost mosquito fell to the ground, and its mouthparts that were several meters long actually pierced a rock directly, as easily as a steel needle pierced like tofu.
"Nima, so powerful?"
The mouthpart of the piebald ghost mosquito just fell on Guo Ran's side. Guo Ran could see it clearly and couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Meng Qi, put away these mouthparts and print the soul imprint. This is an extremely terrifying killer." Long Chen secretly sent a voice transmission to Meng Qi.
These mouthparts are not only extremely sharp, but also highly poisonous. After the rock is pierced, it has a black layer on it, as if it is decayed. The piebald ghost mosquito is too strong.
Meng Qi nodded, the power of the soul was quietly running, and it penetrated into the ground, and quietly put the mouthparts of those piebald ghost mosquitoes into the soul space.
A mouthpiece is a javelin with a length of several meters. It is extremely sharp and extremely poisonous. As Long Chen said, this is definitely a terrifying killer.
The best part is that on the battlefield, there is chaos. Meng Qi doesn't need to do anything, she just needs to use the power of her soul to collect her mouthparts.
The female warrior of the Spirit Race, with a serious face, the longbow flicks continuously, and the green wood arrows fly out. The movements are skilled and the posture is beautiful. In the blink of an eye, she can shoot as many arrows.
And every time they shoot an arrow, a small pattern between their eyebrows will light up, and the green wood arrow is wrapped by an inexplicable force, making the wooden arrow stronger and sharper than the steel arrow.
"This should be a blessing of faith. They dedicated everything they had to the Tree of Life, and the Tree of Life also gave them their power without reservation." Long Chen looked at the Spirit Race. A look of envy appeared on the faces of the female warriors. A healthy belief will make people rich in spirit, fearless, and not afraid of any demons.
They are the most beautiful elves in the world. They are kind, simple, and lovable, making people willing to give up their lives to protect them.
The dragon blood warriors have not been with them for a long time, but they have already fallen deeply in love with the Forest of Life and all the creatures here.
Even if there is no order from Long Chen, they are willing to protect them, even if they lose their lives because of this, they will not hesitate.
In fact, the elves of the forest of life have also become a belief of the dragon blood warriors. To guard the forest of life is to protect the pure and kind pure land in the heart.
If the Forest of Life is really destroyed before their eyes, and the beautiful elves are slaughtered mercilessly, they will go crazy, which they absolutely do not want to see.
Now the dragon blood warriors cooperate with the female warriors in the spiritual world. The female warriors in the spiritual world are in charge of the air, and the dragon blood warriors are in charge of the ground. The two have their own responsibilities, and they have forcibly withstood the army of monsters in the dark forest.
"Bastard, why are these people so strong?" An ancient strong man couldn't help but cursed bitterly.
Now that more than three hours have passed, the Dragon Blood Legion did not show any signs of being defeated, but instead, it was full of momentum and slaughtered to the fullest.
The battlefield is still the same battlefield. It should have been like a mountain of bones, but Long Chen kept cleaning the battlefield, and the battlefield was still clean and fresh, but there was blood on the ground.
"What is Long Chen doing? Why do you want to clean the battlefield?" The powerhouses of the ancient clan, the evil dao and the ancient family alliance couldn't understand it.
Long Chen stood in the center of the battlefield, neither killing beasts nor commanding everyone to attack, so he silently cleaned the battlefield.
Although the corpses of the eleventh-order monsters are very precious, especially the crystal core, which is extremely rare, but at such a critical moment of life and death, he still has the mind to collect these things, no matter how precious, is life precious
What they didn't know was that Long Chen was making a fortune in a muffled voice, and more and more monster corpses were thrown into the black soil of the chaotic space by Long Chen.
The black soil is like a huge mouth that can never be full, constantly devouring those corpses, releasing endless vitality, nourishing the saplings of the World Tree.
Now that a few hours have passed, the last batch of transplanted saplings from World Tree are also more than two hundred feet tall. The entire chaotic space and the desolate ground are finally embellished with green, and it seems to be full of vitality.
It's just that as the sapling grows, the World Tree that was planted before grows slower and slower.
Long Chen knows that as the World Tree grows, they need more and more vitality. It turns out that they grow fast because at the beginning, all the nutrients were absorbed by them.
Today, hundreds of thousands of World Trees absorb nutrients at the same time. Typical wolves have more meat and less meat, so they grow very slowly.
But the slower the world tree grows, the more excited Long Chen is, which means that the vitality of the world tree is stronger and more vast. When the world tree in the entire chaotic space grows up, Long Chen is immortal.
There are too many piebald ghost mosquitoes, overwhelming the sky, and the number cannot be calculated. Fortunately, the Spirit Race warriors are strong enough, and the arrows are inexhaustible. After such a long period of fierce battle, the attack frequency did not drop in the slightest.
The piebald ghost mosquitoes are constantly being killed, Meng Qi is constantly collecting their mouthparts, and Long Chen is collecting all the corpses of the monsters. The two have a clear division of labor, and the battlefield is very refreshing.
"Be careful underground"
Long Chen suddenly broke down, Long Chen's broken drink just fell, the ground below the battlefield burst, and a big mouth stuck out, swallowing more than a dozen dragon blood warriors in one mouthful.
It was a black centipede. The shell on its body was pitch-black and shiny, exuding a metallic luster. The huge head was like a mountain, fierce and unusual.
"boom"
The black centipede had just swallowed more than a dozen dragon blood warriors, and its head immediately burst open, and more than a dozen swords shot into the sky, and the centipede was instantly killed by them.
"Boom rumble..."
The ground kept shattering, and one giant centipede, one after another, drilled its head out of the ground and opened its mouth.
This time, instead of swallowing people, they spit out a large cloud of black mist, which was as black as ink and spread in an instant.
"No, the fog is poisonous."
Some dragon blood warriors screamed, although they held their breath for the first time, people stepped back.
However, they were still surrounded by the black mist, which fell on everyone's skin. They felt that their skin, as if it had been scalded by a soldering iron, suddenly festered and rotted.
"Haha, the Dragon Blood Legion is about to end now!" The people watching the battle from a distance had a schadenfreude smile on their faces.
Even some people have quietly approached the battlefield. After waiting for the Dragon Blood Legion to be killed, they directly grabbed their weapons. They have coveted the weapons of the Dragon Blood Warriors for a long time.
That huge centipede is an ancient alien called the golden-tailed subterranean centipede. Don't look at this golden-tailed subterranean centipede, it is huge, but they have a strange ability, they can swim in the ground like swimming fish, breathing Not leaked, can not be found.
Those golden-tailed subterranean centipedes, from above the ground, exposed their heads, and there were eleven stripes on their heads, which were unique signs of golden-tailed subterranean centipedes.
Each stripe represents a level, that is to say, these golden-tailed subterranean centipedes are terrifying eleventh-order monsters, and the poison that they spit out can even kill the powerhouses in the star realm.
Therefore, when seeing the appearance of the golden-tailed subterranean centipede, many people already believed that the Dragon Blood Legion would die on a large scale, and this was the best time to fish in troubled waters.
"all back"
Long Chen stopped drinking. Although these golden-tailed centipedes came out suddenly, Long Chen did not panic, even if it was highly poisonous, it would not kill the Dragon Blood Legion, because each of them had the blessing of the spiritual tree on them. .
When the poisonous gas invaded, a pattern of green leaves appeared between the eyebrows of each dragon blood warrior, and the endless breath of life bloomed, removing the poison for them.
However, standing in the poisonous fog, detoxification and poisoning are carried out at the same time, although people are not life-threatening, but they suffer very much, and it will seriously affect their combat effectiveness.
After the dragon car issued the order to retreat, Tang Wan'er did not need Long Chen's guidance, the jade hand had already formed a seal, and the wind was dancing, wrapping the poisonous mist and giving it to the powerhouses who were close to the battlefield and prepared to take advantage of the fire for free. (To be continued)