Chapter 173: Who Is the Bot! ?

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A large wave of zombies has surrounded the members of the China Africa Bureau. Wang Yan and others defended according to the danger. The so-called danger means that the terrain is slightly higher and there are more jagged rocks around.

The zombies killed wave after wave, and outside a small square inch, the corpses of the zombies were piled up all over the place. Wang Yan and others have fought fiercely so far, at least they have killed more than a hundred zombies.

Most of them are the lowest-level walking corpses, but there are also elite iron-armored corpses among them, and even killed several powerful copper-armored corpses.

But the zombies were still fearless of death, stepping on the corpses continuously.

Fortunately, the corpse Taoist, who is good at group battles, woke up from the state of trance and entered the battlefield.

His sect's inheritance secret treasure can store more than a dozen puppet corpses in the coffin. Although the number is far less than that of the enemy zombies, the puppet corpses that he can save and carry with him can be said to be every day. All of them are carefully collected and refined products.

Not to mention the Black Iron Tower, which has already broken through to the level of a silver-armored corpse with the help of Wang Yan's pure yang blood, it is invincible across the battlefield. As the pinnacle of the Bronze Armored Corpse, Shadow Dance should not be underestimated either. It swims around the battlefield, giving the enemy a fatal blow from time to time. That image and demeanor is like a weakened version of Wu Ya An Ge.

In addition, there are four bronze armored corpses that look exactly the same, forming a battle formation, and the combined strength to defend against the enemy is doubled.

The remaining ten were armored corpses, including Mieko, Cangdu and Yansan who had fought against Wang Yan and left a deep impression on them. They each have their own impressive abilities, and they blocked most of the pressure for the exhausted Wang Yan and others.

Wang Yan supported the weak Wuya Ange and made her sit under a big rock. From the storage bracelet, he took out a C+ grade Neidan essence and injected it into her body.

In this fierce battle so far, Wu Ya'ange alone has killed at least forty or fifty zombies, among them there are many iron-armored and bronze-armored corpses with strong fighting power. Energy and physical strength have been exhausted to the stage of exhaustion.

She also suffered several wounds and some cadaver poison. This made her complexion pale and her lips slightly blue.

The big battlefield is different from personal fights where you come and go. It is cruel and direct, and consumes energy violently all the time. In this environment, fighting against the corpses, Wuya Ange's domain dark sky is not very effective, forcing the domain to open is just a waste of energy.

Although she is a domain-level powerhouse, she is not like Wang Yan who has a spirit-level equipment and body protection, and she was injured everywhere after a fierce battle.

Fortunately, her physical fitness is countless times higher than that of ordinary people, and the medicinal power of the C+ grade inner alchemy essence is very strong. One dose entered her body, and after just a few seconds, a rosy complexion appeared on her face.

"Sister An Ge, hurry up and adjust your breath." Wang Yan also took advantage of the opportunity to inject himself with the essence of Zhi Nei Dan to supplement his exhausted physical strength.

The corpse Taoist led a group of more than a dozen puppet corpses, commanding Fang Qiu to resist the surging corpse group. Especially the Black Iron Tower, when it entered the crowd of corpses, it was unparalleled in ferocity, crushing the enemy zombies like a human tank.

When he was on the rise, he raised his head to the sky and howled, shaking the dense dark clouds in the sky trembling faintly.

"Aww!" There was also a roar from the other side of the battlefield. An evil, bloody and cruel atmosphere oppressed from afar. That is the fierce and stiff silver tamarind who has never met before, but whose footsteps are rumbling like hammers and drums.

Apparently, the fierce Yintao sensed the same kind of breath from the Black Iron Tower, and heard the provocation of the Black Iron Tower's roar and unconvinced.

"Aww~" The Black Iron Tower also kept yelling at it. For a moment, the roar of the two silver-armored corpses in the battlefield continued, resounding through the sky.

They seem to be the battle between two brave generals on the ancient battlefield.

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"Huh?" The corpse boy who had already taken back the corpse crow felt that the victory was in his hands and the overall situation was settled. Hearing the violent roar of the corpse from the Black Iron Tower in the distance, he couldn't help frowning slightly, tilting his head and asking in doubt, "Where did a silver armored corpse come out? Huh? Feeling its breath, it seems to be only half worse than the silver gluttonous corpse." Chip. How strange. Corpse crow! Go and show the old man."

"Clatter~" The black crow that stepped on the corpse boy's arm flapped its wings and flew into the dense cloud of evil spirits to investigate information.

The boy who left the corpse frowned slightly puzzled: "Where did the silver-armored corpse come from? It's strange, strange. And what is the Yinba doing! How did it fly out of the dark fog, and why did it go to the sky?"

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Fluttering~ There was a rapid flapping of wings.

In the stagnant battlefield of the big concave valley, in the tumbling and unpredictable thick fog. A corpse crow covered in jet-black, shuttled left and right in the sinister black mist, its scarlet eyes stared at the people on the ground like a falcon through the thick black mist.

"This is!?"

On the mountainside platform, a corpse boy with a baby face and braids suddenly changed his expression. Through the field of vision of "Corpse Crow", he clearly saw the black iron tower of the silver-armored corpse that was dominating the battlefield. And the silver coffin lying on the ground, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

One of the secret treasures of the sect—the hidden coffin!

The corpse boy's face was cloudy and uncertain, and his pink and tender cheeks twitched slightly. How did the coffin appear here? Difficult, could it be that the younger brother is also in the battlefield.

He remembered very clearly that the coffin of the master's treasure was always in the hands of his younger brother.

The corpse boy's heart thumped heavily, and he stopped breathing for a while, with a hint of anxiety. Through the vision of "Corpse Crow", he constantly searches for his juniors on the battlefield.

finally.

The image of the old monster in black robe and gray hair fell into his mind.

This, this is... Master, junior brother?

In an instant, two tears gushed out from the corners of the corpse boy's eyes, and when the wind blew, they turned into tears and drizzled back. In my dream, I saw my junior brother countless times. I have also imagined countless times, the scene of meeting my junior.

But, never once imagined. I and my junior brother would unexpectedly meet on the battlefield, and they were actually hostile to each other.

junior!

How did you change, become so old? Become a senior brother, I can't recognize you at all.

It's been seventy years, and I haven't seen you for seventy years.

It's not that the corpse boy doesn't want to see him, but he doesn't dare to see him. All along, he has been trying his best to suppress the desire to visit his younger brother. Because he didn't want to drag his junior into that world that would devour people's souls. It was because he didn't want his junior to know what he had been doing all these years.

Tears, could not stop pouring out.

The half-life devil, the big devil corpse boy who can stop children from crying at night in many places, shed tears that hadn't been seen in half a century.

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At the same time, in the sky.

A mink and a puppet corpse are communicating with each other, gesticulating and roaring.

The little ferret grabbed the phone and made a series of chirping sounds with excitement. The little eyes are as pitiful as they need to be, and as innocent as they are. Its voice is clear and moving, and it is tactful and coquettish, which is pitiful.

Yinba, the winged puppet, waved its claws, roaring continuously. For the tragic experience of the little ferret, the poor life experience expresses indignation and sympathy.

Species with completely different races, attributes, body types, and even genders can communicate so smoothly. It can be seen that Little Ferret has been watching Korean dramas for so long, and it really is not for nothing.

Of course, don't look at the little ferret chatting so happily with Yinba. But the heart is very broken. Is the old cow nose asleep at the bottom? You've been slipping my sister in the air like a kite for so long, why don't you let it go?

My sister can't hold it anymore, I really want to hold back a mouthful of ice mist and spit on this stinky zombie.

But then again, the Lun family is really smart and unparalleled. In this desperate situation, you can play so well~~

Just when the little ferret was feeling dizzy, the cell phone rang happily: "I want to say love, love, love to you... I miss you forever and ever~"

Yinba's voice of sympathy paused, and he looked at the little ferret and the cell phone suspiciously with fierce eyes.

The inner anxiety of the little ferret stopped abruptly, his expression became stiff, he looked at his phone, and then smiled awkwardly at Yinba. Heartbroken and complaining endlessly, Scorpio girl, do you dare to be more unprofessional?

Scorpion girl, aren't you a shadow-type assassin? Don't you even know how to put your phone on silent for the most basic action? Besides, it's taste. Use old songs from many years ago as mobile phone ringtones.

"Hoho~" Yinba's eyes flashed a fierce look, and he pointed at the phone with his sharp claws. Although its EQ is not high, its IQ is not lower than that of ordinary people.

Vaguely, it seemed that something was wrong.

The little ferret's neck felt cold, and he chirped and laughed twice. Under the threat of Yinba's eyes becoming more and more ferocious, Mo Mojiu swipe the screen with his paw to answer the call. I prayed with a drum in my heart, the other party should be careful when speaking to the Lun family, and don't reveal the identity of my sister.

"Hello, Miss An Ge?" Once connected, Li Fanming's voice came from the other end of the phone, "This matter is very important, I have to communicate with you personally about the bombing coordinates of Dongfeng-15!"

"Woohoo!" Yinba keenly captured the key words on the phone, and it didn't know what Dongfeng-15 was. But the bombing coordinates are still understood. The red light in his eyes gradually gathered, and he bared his fangs at the little ferret.

"Chirping chirping~" The little ferret was about to faint, and chirping protested to remind the other party.

What kind of shit is this!

When you receive the coordinate information, just bang bang bang. I even have to make a phone call for a follow-up visit. Do you think this is a TV shopping or a quiz with prizes! ?

"Huh? Chirping?" Li Fanming on the opposite side was obviously a little confused, and he said to himself strangely, "A little squirrel? Uh... what's going on, how could a little squirrel answer the phone!? This It's too pitiful."

At this moment, the little ferret had the urge to burst into tears. What is the IQ of Director Li? Did you sneak into the position of director through the back door?

Squirrel, you big-headed ghost, Squirrel. Through the phone, with which eye do you see that my sister looks like a little squirrel! ?

Also, who is the cheater! ?

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