Tong Lao's words briefly and comprehensively pointed out the horror of this sea of blood-draining vines.
So now, the question is – who will be the bait?!
Meng Xingyuan's eyes were dark and he suddenly glanced at the team members.
Everyone who was swept by his gaze had a chill running down their spines!
As a member of the Long Zhengjun who has been in the ancient battlefield all year round, who here does not know the horror of this blood-draining vine?
That is truly a demon-like existence as Mr. Tong said.
It is precisely because of this that this blood-draining vine is also called the 'Devil Vine' on the ancient battlefield, and it is not an exaggeration at all.
They also understand what will happen if they use themselves as bait.
It is precisely because they know that they are afraid.
After all...who knows what size the Fujihai in this trial mission is?!
If it's within ten miles, that's it. What if it's more than ten miles?
That would definitely mean death without rebirth.
There is a sea of blood-draining vines within ten miles, and even if half of one's life is sacrificed, there is still some hope of escaping and surviving.
If it really goes beyond this range...
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the eyes of a group of team members caught sight of Mr. Tong.
Mr. Tong immediately became angry and said, "You guys, do you still want this old bone of mine to lure you away?!"
"Hehe," someone next to him rubbed his hands and said sheepishly: "Senior, you are the Demon Sect after all. We are going, and there is at most a half-percent chance of survival. If you say...it is more than 70%, right?"
"Seventy percent?!" Mr. Tong glared, "You bastard, do you really think that I don't understand? Seventy percent?! That's the ten-litre sea of vines you're talking about! If it were the hundred-litre sea of vines, I would have been planted there on the spot! Still!
Seventy percent..."
Old Tong was angry.
But Meng Xingyuan smiled, "Okay, stop arguing, I'm just teasing you. After all, you are also my subordinates, how could I joke with the lives of my subordinates?"
"I'll be the bait!"
"What?!"
"No, Master!"
"Uncle!"
"Brother Jinyun!"
The team members were shocked and their eyes widened. However, Mr. Tong and Tong Huang and Tong Hu immediately became anxious and quickly tried to dissuade them.
Meng Xingyuan smiled, with a calm expression on his face.
But there was a man in the team who gritted his teeth and stood up on his own initiative, "Captain, let me go! My blood is the blood of the mutated Flame Dragon, and I am naturally fast. And I am in the physical realm of a high-level demon master.
As long as there is not a sea of vines ten miles away, I have hope of survival!"
"Oh?!" Meng Xingyuan was stunned and looked at the burly man who looked forward to death, with a faint light in his eyes.
Not all of the Yanlong clan is of Yanlong bloodline.
In fact, there are very few pure Yanlong bloodlines, and even fewer have the Yanlong bloodline that is almost innate and atavistic like the Qilan.
In the nearly ten thousand years of Yanlong Palace, there have only been one Qilan and one Long Jing.
In fact, except for the Zong family, that is, the main family lineage, which still maintains the pure Yanlong bloodline, most of the other branches have mixed Yanlong bloodline.
In other words, it is a marriage with the bloodline of the Great Demon of the Wai family. Although the child born in this way also has the bloodline of the Flame Dragon in his body, it also contains the possibility of change.
Of course, this change is rarely for the better.
Generally, qualifications have declined, and few have been promoted.
This is why the Yanlong masters want to keep their bloodlines pure.
The man who stood up at this time was presumably a member of the separate family.
The mutated Yanlong bloodline actually only takes into account part of the Yanlong bloodline. The bloodline is mixed and no longer pure, so naturally it cannot be compared with the owner of the real Yanlong bloodline.
But he spoke very quickly, so it must be something like a bloodline talent skill.
As for Yanlong, its main focus is combat and attack and kill. It is unparalleled in attack and kill, but there is nothing special in terms of speed.
Thinking about it, this should be the blood power of his mother's side.
"What's your name?" Meng Xingyuan asked with interest.
"The soldiers under my command dare not be famous. Previously, I was ranked '432' in the Long March Army. Others called me '432', and the captain can also call me that." The man said.
"Four, three, two?" Meng Xingyuan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's too hard to say. Since you have a rank in the army, then you will be called 'Long One' from now on. The rest will start from 'Long Two' according to their strength.
Wait until '龙三三'."
He pointed at Tong Lao and the other three, "This old gentleman's name is 'Tong Zhu', you should have heard of him. You can call him Tong Lao. As for these two little guys, one is named Tong Huang and the other is Tong Hu."
, they are my younger brothers and sisters. But there is no need to be polite to them. If you do something wrong, you should be beaten and scolded."
Long Yi kept saying "I don't dare".
The ranks of the Long March Army are also ranked based on strength.
Among the Long Zhengjun, Long Yi's strength would definitely not be ranked as "one".
But since this is within my own squad, it's not a big deal and no one will cause trouble.
Thirty-three team members, from 'Long One' to 'Long Three Three', it's a bit cliché, but it's easy to remember and easy to arrange.
He looked at Long Yi who was a little worried, with a hint of hesitation at the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, I don't want you to be a bait. I told you, I'll do it."
"Master... Young Master," Boss Tong said anxiously. In his desperation, he almost shouted "Master".
"You are the captain, so you should sit in charge and strategize. Leave the adventure to me," he said.
The implication was that he was going to be used as bait.
Under the blood oath of master and servant, the master will die and the servant will be destroyed. Naturally, it is impossible for Mr. Tong to let Meng Xingyuan take risks.
"Tong Lao, I'm fine." Meng Xingyuan secretly sent a message, "Believe me, I have a sense of proportion. I also know what I am doing."
Nodding towards Mr. Tong, he stopped talking nonsense. With his hands behind his back, he actually stepped into the black wilderness in front of him.
"Captain..." A group of team members were stunned and looked at him as he walked onto the black ground.
Looking at Mr. Tong, Mr. Tong hesitated but did not stop him. Now all the team members were confused.
"Senior Hitomi, let the captain go like this...is that okay?!" Long Yi asked.
Tonghuang and Tonghu were anxious, "Mr. Tong..."
"Believe me, young master." He said solemnly.
But his eyes were staring straight at Meng Xingyuan's back.
If anything goes wrong, he will pull him back even if he puts his life in danger!
Walking in the Demonic Land, Meng Xingyuan looked calm and calm.
Seeing his happy and contented look, all the team members who were originally worried felt inexplicably calm.
He moved forward.
The team members' faces became increasingly nervous.
Having been on the ancient battlefield for a long time, they are well aware of the terror of the sea of blood-draining vines.
Even if you know that this is a trial mission and it cannot be too difficult, as long as it is related to the three words "blood-draining vine", it is not that simple.
Meng Xingyuan walked all the way for more than two hours, when suddenly there was a "boom!", the ground shook, the mountains shook, and the demonic soil turned the sky!