Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Nine: The Enemy Meets Extraordinarily Envy
This hand is a human hand, a hand that has not rotted away. It looks very much like a human hand that has not died yet, except that it is very pale, with only some scratches and small pits on it.
The native dog was also startled.
This piece of decaying land has existed for at least tens of thousands of years, and even if there were living things buried in it, it has turned into withered bones.
The person in front of me is not rotten, which can only mean that this is a living dead!
The living dead who have not yet been awakened.
The native dog was frightened. He stared at the hand nervously. When he saw that the hand was unresponsive, he was still pulling out the Fangtian Huaji, trying to shake the hand off the weapon.
"Do you want to die?" Wang Cheng cursed secretly and subconsciously wanted to stay away from the native dog.
"People die for wealth and birds die for food!" Just after the native dog finished speaking, his body suddenly lowered to the ground.
He suddenly shouted: "This guy is moving!"
That pale hand was exerting force to pull the weapon in its hand toward the ground.
"If you don't want to die, let go!" Wang Cheng shouted.
Only then did the native dog react. He hesitated for half a second and reluctantly let go of Fang Tian's painted halberd.
While Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, his expression changed drastically. He stared at the local dog and said, "Why are the living dead moving?"
The brains of one person and one dog were struck by lightning, and they subconsciously looked at the ground around them.
The ground was shaking, countless pale hands stretched out from the ground, and some even revealed their pale heads.
"The dead wind is coming!" The native dog was so frightened that his teeth chattered.
"Hide up!" Wang Cheng used the technique of shrinking to an inch, disappearing in an instant and shooting straight into the sky.
The native dog was so scared that it flew up with all its strength.
On the ground, countless living dead appeared, some were wearing armor, some were clothed, or some were carrying various weapons, as if they were gods of war during their lifetime.
They were roaring and walking towards the depths of the decaying earth.
And in the depths of the bones, a terrifying and sinister wind slowly blew.
As if it had existed forever, the wind of withered bones that no one could stop swept across the entire decaying land.
All the living dead who were blown by the wind of bones moved more piously and seemed to be more energetic. They walked faster into the bones, as if they were eager to enter it in advance.
Blowing makes everything dry!
Wang Cheng and Tu Gou watched all this behind the black clouds in the sky, their expressions changing slightly.
"Wang Cheng, look at that!" The native dog's eyes suddenly became hot, and his forelimbs trembled as he pointed at the ground below.
Wang Cheng looked at it, his whole body was shocked, and he said in shock: "Incomplete heavenly material, red blood true crystal!"
Treasures are divided into heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which are high-level treasures.
On the ground below, because the living dead turned over the rotten soil, they accidentally dug up a incomplete piece of sky material.
Exuding blood-red true crystal!
The native dog was trembling with fright, his eyes were red, and he seemed eager to rush down immediately.
"A treasure that the King of War also needs! That's a rare treasure in the world!" The native dog lowered his voice and said ferociously, "My lord, let's work together to get the true crystal. How about half of it for each of us?"
Wang Cheng's eyes were also burning, but he still had sense. He shook his head and said, "We will wait until the living dead return to the ground again..."
"It's too late!" Tugou immediately refused, "Now the dry wind is blowing all over this land. Many people who come in will choose to take shelter at high altitudes. They will soon find out..."
Wang Cheng's expression darkened, he stared coldly at the dim sky in the distance, and said coldly: "Someone is coming!"
He released a pale golden extraordinary power, and his aura slowly spread out.
The native dog's expression was ferocious: "Damn it, I've never seen such a talented person in my life. I will fight to the death of anyone who dares to compete with me!"
"Wang Cheng!" A low roar carried overwhelming power and circulated throughout the sky.
Wang Cheng and Tu Gou's expressions changed.
Only then did they see clearly who was coming.
A strong man burning with blazing flames turned into a rainbow and struck them directly.
The terrifying momentum almost suffocated one person and one dog.
"Let's go!" Wang Cheng didn't think anything, and the power of dragon energy exploded directly, turning into a humanoid tyrannosaurus, grabbing the tail of the native dog, and performing the shrinking effect.
The yellow light flashed across a thousand meters in an instant.
The ability to shrink to an inch began to show its power in his hands.
The opponent's strength was too strong, and he was behind him in an instant even if he took one thousand meters at a time.
"Kill all the senior officials of our Ancient Wood Sword Sect, do you think you can still survive?" The leader of the Ancient Wood Sword Sect said coldly with a gloomy face.
There was a powerful sound wave in this voice. Wang Cheng felt pain in his chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"If I hadn't come to Wanguku, I would have gone to the Ancient Wood Sword Sect and killed you, an old immortal!" Wang Cheng's face was ferocious, and he used Shrinking Earth into an Inch Fragment again.
In an instant, he disappeared.
The master of Gumu Sword Sect was furious: "Thumbs have shrunk to an inch!"
He snorted angrily and chased after him again.
However, when he had just crossed a thousand meters and caught up with Wang Cheng, the opponent shrank into inches again and the distance was widened again.
"Old Immortal, since you are here, Mu Jianxin must be here too, right?" Wang Cheng smiled coldly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him in Wan Gu Ku! I will definitely offer his body with both hands!"
"Nanhuang bastard, do you think you can defeat the king's physique?" The Master snorted angrily and stretched out his big hand to catch Wang Cheng, "You should first consider whether you can survive!"
There was a flash of yellow light and Wang Cheng disappeared.
However, just as he appeared, a big hand burning with flames appeared in the sky and came to suppress him.
This big hand is like a mountain, and Wang Cheng is like an ant in it.
Wang Cheng roared and accelerated again.
Just when he was suppressed by the big hand, a mysterious force vibrated out from the depths of Wanguku.
boom!
A black light penetrated the sky and the earth, rushing towards the big hand diagonally.
The native dog was dizzy and said hurriedly: "Put on the bag and get down!"
The black light penetrated, and its target was not only the big hand burning with flames, but also them.
In this life-and-death crisis, Wang Cheng put a cloth bag on the native dog without even thinking, and then put a bag on himself. The yellow light flashed and fell on the rotten earth in an instant.
The wind of dry bones blew over the cloth bag.
When the master of the Ancient Wood Sword Sect saw Wu Guang approaching, his expression changed drastically: "Going too deep into the Bones of Bones and using too much power will lead to fatal danger!"
Seeing Wang Cheng and the native dog falling into the dead wind, he immediately turned around and left, for fear of being locked by the black light.
Half an hour later, Wang Cheng felt the wind stopped and flew upward.
He opened the bag and looked around.
The rotting earth fell into a dead silence, with miasma and deathly air floating around. The terrifying living dead returned to the underground, and everything returned to peace.
The native dog next to him opened the cloth bag and flew back directly.
When he saw that the speed was too slow, he said, "Your Majesty, take me back! No one can give me that talent!" There was an anxious look on his face.