Chapter 800 Blood Bear Energy Cannon, Lost?!

The wind whistling in the sky kept coming to my ears, and misty white clouds kept passing by me, leaving behind a trail of remnants. Looking down, I still saw a bleak yellow world.

I don’t know how long this tornado has been going on. According to calculations by my mathematical brain, it should be within a precise time period obtained through precise calculations ranging from a few minutes to a few hours.

Maintaining the blood bear state, the tornado is so powerful that it can no longer cause any harm to him. The only question now is where he will be blown by this hateful storm.

Although I have been blown away to some otherworldly wonderland, I bought a xx secret book, a xx elixir, and a xx mythical beast in the cave engraved with xx's peerless swordsmanship. It is best that there is an ice coffin deep in the cave.

Lying down was a fairy in white... only?

However, let's face reality, Wu Fan, even if there are opportunities waiting in front of him, he will immediately become different after the halo of tragedy.

xx's peerless swordsmanship may be the legendary sword manual to ward off evil. After practicing xx's secret book, you may become more noble. xx's elixir may be expired. If you eat it, you will turn into a weirdo who feels that the clothes on your body are a burden and pursues primitive beauty.

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As for the xx mythical beast, I don’t rule out that it is the best such as the French squid or the chrysanthemum silkworm. As for the white-clothed fairy in the ice coffin, who said that Ruhua can’t wear white clothes and sleep in the ice coffin?

I simulated this in my mind, and I immediately felt cold and cold. Suddenly I felt that there seemed to be many mythical beasts or beings similar to mythical beasts in front of me, ogling me. I was so frightened that I lost my mind. I immediately unfolded the blood bear's flame wings and plopped down.

Trying to escape from the control of the tornado.

It's a pity that the blood bear is not a flying creature after all. It is amazing that the pair of flame wings can support the huge body to fly. If you want to escape from the tornado, let alone other things, at least this body must lose several tons.

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The wizard's teleportation... forget it, in this harsh environment, it is not easy for even high-level wizards to locate. If one accidentally teleports to the bottom of the tornado, he will have to ride the roller coaster all over again.

Therefore, when people are helpless, they have to take pleasure in suffering.

So I started chatting with the little ghost in the necklace. She seemed to be eating something inside, and she was eating loudly, as if she wanted to make me realize that the pleasure of the landlord class comes from the servants who are in dire straits.

acquired.

Only when there is comparison can one have a sense of superiority, which is probably what it means.

"That... little ghost, don't you think what he looks like now looks familiar?"

In order not to let myself be compared, I have to try my best to beautify the current situation.

"Uh-huh~~?"

The mouth seemed to be filled with something, and the little ghost responded vaguely.

"Look at the tornado below, does it look like Douyun?" I pointed below, and then at myself sitting cross-legged.

"Well, Sun Wukong, you still remember, hum."

"All I saw was a bear sitting like a human."

The little ghost swallowed the food in her mouth, clapped her palms, and her ability to complain seemed to increase with her full stomach.

"Don't say that, bears and monkeys are the same family after all." After a pause, I felt it was necessary to explain.

"Look, don't they all have hair on their bodies?"

Little Ghost: "..."

"Is it my imagination? Rather than taking off, I think the word "throw" is more suitable for you, Xiaofan."

After a moment of silence, the little ghost suddenly spoke.

"It's just your illusion." I sneered a few times.

In fact, my current situation is - surrounded by eight tornadoes that are constantly moving but maintaining a delicate balance in the center, and being bounced around.

Therefore, it seems that I am sitting steadily on top of the tornado, but in fact it is just an illusion. For example, I am now like the poor volleyball being flapping back and forth in the hands of eight giant men who are running and practicing volleyball at the same time.

There is always a feeling of being teased by fate.

Damn it, if I had known that I would have learned his super tornado trick from Seattle, I wouldn't have ended up in this miserable situation now.

I chatted with the little ghost for a while, and soon I felt the wind force decreasing. The evidence was that my spinning speed had slowed down, and my altitude had also dropped a lot.

Finally, the first tornado disappeared, and the second one also disappeared. Then when it was bounced off for the nth time, the direction happened to be the gap created by the two disappearing tornadoes. So, my volleyball seemed to have finally been blown away.

It was like throwing it aside after getting tired of playing, falling rapidly towards a certain place.

Thump...thump...

Flapping my wings awkwardly, I finally managed to stabilize the downward momentum. Suspended at an altitude of a thousand meters, I began to look around at the surrounding environment.

"Huh--?"

What's going on?

I seem to be in an incredible place.

To put it simply, not far from me, the storm was still roaring, sand and rocks were flying, and it looked like the world had ended.

However, there seems to be a certain boundary that blocks this strong wind of flying sand. At this time, I am inside this boundary, fully enjoying standing in front of the window and looking at the passers-by outside the house who are fleeing in embarrassment in the violent storm.

The sense of security that comes from that time.

It seems that I was able to escape from the tornado just now, thanks to this wonderful dividing line.

I looked around and saw that this boundary line was in the form of a closed circle. To me, it was like a piece of fairyland circled in hell. To the owner who made this boundary line, I felt so grateful.

The water of the Yangtze River flows endlessly.

Who is it that created the only paradise in front of you in this desert hell? You are such a good person. When you go back to Lugaoyin, please let me greet you with the local specialty seafood bread and Aunt Lisa's special jam.

Thinking gratefully in my heart, I controlled my wings and began to slowly land.

Of course, for a moment, I didn't think that this might be the territory of the Horadric clan, but after observing the surroundings, I immediately ruled out this possibility - the circle drawn by this wonderful boundary is only a few kilometers at best.

Unless the Horadric people live in sand ant nests, I really can't think of how this palm-sized area could accommodate a tribe.

When the height dropped to about a thousand meters, I could already clearly see the scene below - a huge and weird magic circle was painted under my feet, with magic aura flowing on it, and it gave off a smell that made me very unhappy.

The feeling is somewhat similar to that of the monsters from hell who died at the hands of Biography in tens of thousands.

Could it be that my benefactor turned out to be...

My heart tightened, and I descended a height again, and finally saw clearly what the more than ten small red dots as big as sesame seeds were constantly moving on the huge magic circle.

One...two...three...twelve fallen magicians?!!

That's right, they were twelve fallen magicians whose whole bodies were blood red and filled with black energy, exuding an energy that made me faintly feel palpitated.

Could it be that he was inadvertently brought directly to the center of the stage behind this monster riot by the desert storm?

Seeing the fallen magicians busy below, I became more and more certain and couldn't help but get excited - it took no effort at all.

At this time, the twelve sesame-sized fallen demon wizards below suddenly stopped and raised their heads. Twelve sharp eyes with an evil aura went straight across a kilometer distance and locked on me.

There is no way, the aura of destruction exuded by the blood bears is too conspicuous. In addition, I was surprised just now and did not hide it. With the powerful aura exuded by these fallen magic wizards, if they can't feel me on top of them, then

That's what's weird.

These fallen magicians were stunned for a moment, as if they couldn't figure out why a monster emitting an extremely pure and pure aura of destruction suddenly appeared above their heads. Could it be the projection of some adult under the God of Destruction?

After being stunned for a moment, the fallen demon wizards all thought of this and suddenly panicked.

To talk about why, the four demon kings and the three demon gods were originally at odds with each other, and under the leadership of Belial, there was a feat of overthrowing the rule of the three demon gods. Although with the efforts of Diavolo, the three demon gods were defeated.

The demon gods escaped from the predicament and once again enveloped every corner of hell with their reign of terror. However, it is unknown whether it was because they were afraid of Belial's wisdom. The three demon gods did not immediately take revenge on the four demon kings who had made them so embarrassed. The four demon kings also

Pretend tacitly that nothing happened.

Now among the forces of hell, the four demon kings still obey the three demon gods on the surface, but these fallen magicians know that their master Andariel is absolutely unwilling to let the three demon gods know this plan.

After a moment of panic, the twelve fallen wizards seemed to have made some decision, raised their heads again, and screamed at the monster in the sky that seemed to be related to the big pineapple.

"..."

What are these guys talking in Martian language?

Looking at the twelve fallen demon wizards below, waving their ghost-headed staffs, dancing and chirping, as if they wanted to communicate deeply with me, I suddenly fell into deep thought.

These twelve fallen demon wizards exude such a huge and pure aura of hell that I can guarantee that they are definitely not knock-offs, but the original bodies of the authentic fallen demon wizards originating from hell.

No, it's not just that, they are not even ordinary fallen magic wizards, but elite level, because even the authentic fallen magic wizards produced in hell are only equivalent to the state of mind level.

But the twelve Sinking Demon Wizards at their feet exude a powerful aura of unscrupulous pseudo-domain levels - at least they are at the intermediate level of the pseudo-domain.

If it's one versus one, I'm absolutely confident that I can win, and one versus two is no problem. If it's one versus three, if the opponent cooperates with his consciousness to pass, it's a bit of a cliffhanger. As for one versus four, one versus five, this kind of thing

Let's leave the death job to Seattle.

Now, there are twelve such fallen demon wizards standing in front of me. Even the blood bear's high desire to fight can't boil at this time - this is not a hot-blooded boy's comic. You can just pick it up casually.

Pick an enemy many times stronger than yourself.

While I was hesitating, the fallen demon wizards below seemed to be impatient. Their tone of voice that they had something to discuss became sharper and sharper. Suddenly, they all shut up.

But at this moment, a huge sense of crisis that I had not felt for a long time suddenly enveloped my heart.

No! They're about to get hard.

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, my body almost swayed slightly following the survival instinct.

"boom--!!"
To be continued...