Bloodline Ares

Chapter 285 Eight-faced Monster

"Wait, there's something weird."

When Wei Dongzheng was talking about the outside world, Anan suddenly opened his mouth. He keenly felt that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere.

Wei Dong also immediately became vigilant. This is in the plain of death, and any accidents may happen. Anan's perception is very keen, and he is also the strongest among these Serisians. Since he feels a little weird, he must come out. What's the matter.

"Roar……"

Just when everyone was vigilant, a low growl sounded, and at the same time, a huge monster that looked like a cow, not a cow, and a deer, but not a deer jumped out of the white mist in front of it, and directly charged at the Wei Dong bumped into it.

Wei Dong's face turned pale. Although he has recently practiced the method of the demon god, his real strength is comparable to that of a cyclone realm practitioner. It's not an ordinary monster, how can Wei Dong resist it?
"boom".

With a loud noise, Anan rushed to the front of Wei Dong, raised his huge fist, and slammed forward fiercely.Anan is an adult Sirisian, and an adult Sirisian is generally comparable to a fourth-order monster.Moreover, Anan's strength is still the best among these adult Serisians.

Therefore, Anan punched the monster and flew it, and his huge body fell heavily to the ground.Several other Serisians also took action immediately. They had cooperated with each other for a long time, and naturally they had a set of combined attacks. The monster was suppressed by the swarming Serisians as soon as it landed.

"Get out of the way, I'll come!"

Anan yelled, stepped forward quickly, and punched the struggling monster on the ground several times. Afterwards, the monster stopped struggling and did not die, but was knocked unconscious by Anan.

Wei Dong was stunned. This monster was at least a fourth-order monster, and it was knocked unconscious by Anan's fists. He was very envious of the strength of Anan and others. At the human level, I don't know how long it will take.

"It's a corpse-eating beast. Good luck. The taste of corpse-eating beasts is delicious. Well, it's almost time, let's go back to the tribe."

Having hunted a Tier [-] corpse-eating beast, this hunt was considered to be a great harvest, so the Serisians were also preparing to return.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew, Wei Dong felt very cold and shivered all over, but suddenly, the Demon God's Eye on his forehead flickered crazily, as if in excitement and fear.

"No, everyone be careful, it's a dead spirit!"

Out of the corner of Wei Dong's eye, he saw a faint shadow behind him, and immediately thought of the undead. Only the erratic, mysterious undead would make his demon eyes move.

"Necro?"

Anan and the Serisians also turned around immediately, and saw a vague figure in the white mist in front of them. It actually had eight faces, and there were even nine faces vaguely, but the ninth face was just a silhouette. , did not take shape.

As soon as this undead appeared, everyone felt chills, as if the temperature had dropped a lot.

"This... is this an eight-faced monster? No, it seems that it is about to transform into a nine-faced monster..."

"What a terrifying eight-faced monster, an eight-faced monster at its peak, no, we are no match, run away quickly."

"Adong, hurry up and go back to the tribe. The nine-faced monster is comparable to the sixth-level monster, and it is even more difficult to deal with than the sixth-level monster. If it is the nine-faced monster, everyone in our tribe will die."

Anan roared, he didn't even want the corpse-eating beast, he roared directly, and threw at the eight-faced monster, and then he didn't stop at all, and fled towards the back frantically.

Nine-faced monster, comparable to the sixth-level monster, is one of the most terrifying existences among the undead. Even if this undead has not yet transformed into a nine-faced monster, it is already the peak of the eight-faced monster, which is also comparable to the fifth-level monster. The pinnacle monster.

Especially the eight-faced monster is a necromancer. The Serisians have nothing to restrain the undead spirits. When encountering the undead spirits, they suffer heavy casualties, especially the powerful necromancers. Even the Serisians have exterminated danger.

Therefore, all the Siris people can do now is to escape, to escape crazily.

The Serisian was very fast, and Wei Dong followed closely, but no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the eight-faced monster?The eight-faced monster screamed, and the Serisians immediately froze, with painful expressions on their faces, some couldn't even bear it, and fell to the ground struggling violently.

This is the howl of death, the most common attack method of the undead. The general undead attack is not very powerful, but it is so powerful that even Anan can't resist it when it is cast by the eight-faced monster.

"Wow".

The only person present who has not fallen down is Wei Dong, the devil's eye on his forehead flickers frantically, and a cool breath penetrates into Xia Chen's mind, so that Wei Dong does not suffer too much from the howl of death Influence.

However, the Seris people here are miserable, they can't resist this eight-faced monster at all.

"Eye of the Demon God, you specialize in restraining the undead. These undead are the nourishment for you and me. If you want to do it, you can make a big one. If you swallow the eight-faced monster, you and I can get the most powerful power. Go, swallow it! it!"

Wei Dong obtained part of the memory of the Demon God's Eye, of course he knows the function of the Demon God's Eye. For the Demon God's Eye, the most favorite thing is these spiritual life, especially the dead, which is the favorite nourishment of the Demon God's Eye , once swallowed, it can gain huge energy.

The Demon God's Eye quickly released streaks of blood-red light, and at the same time, a pitch-black vortex appeared in the void, like a big mouth, pulling the eight-faced monster crazily.

"Whoosh".

The power of the vortex was too strong, and it devoured the eight-faced monster in one go, but the vortex did not disappear, instead there were bursts of roars from inside.

The Serisians had stood up again, and they all looked at Wei Dong in awe. They didn't expect that Ah Dong, who looked very weak, could still fight against those terrifying and powerful eight-faced monsters.

"Om".

Wei Dong actually didn't feel well. To be precise, the Devil's Eye was not. The Devil's Eye was indeed the nemesis of the undead. It had the power to restrain the undead, and could even devour the undead into his own power.

However, that also has a limit, especially since the Demon God's Eye suffered heavy injuries, and its true strength could not be displayed to a ten-thousandth. When encountering such a powerful eight-faced monster, the Demon God's Eye is also powerless.

As the roar inside became louder and louder, finally, the vortex shattered, and the Demon God's Eye seemed to have been severely injured, and it became dim in an instant, hiding in Wei Dong's forehead.

Wei Dong's body staggered a few steps, and completely merged with the Demon God's Eye. Of course, he knew that the Demon God's Eye not only failed to swallow the eight-faced monster, but caused the Demon God's Eye to be severely injured. They were all consumed, and now Gengshi fell into a deep sleep.

"No, the eight-faced monster is too strong, let's run away!"

Even the Devil's Eye is no match, Wei Dong can't help but sigh how powerful the eight-faced monster in front of him is, it must have far surpassed the general undead, and the Devil's Eye is powerless.

"Adong, flee back to the tribe, back to the tribe, we must gather the strength of the whole tribe, and we will be able to repel the eight-faced monster."

Anan grabbed Wei Dong with his big hand and put Wei Dong on his shoulders, then led the rest of the Serisians and ran towards the tribe.

The eight-faced monster kept chasing after him, but he seemed to be a little afraid of Wei Dong's Demon God's Eye and didn't dare to get too close, but he never gave up chasing him.

About two hours later, the Siris tribe in the valley could be vaguely seen ahead, Anan immediately shouted: "Quickly inform the patriarch, there is a dead spirit coming, and it is an eight-faced monster that is about to transform!"

For a moment, the peaceful valley immediately became chaotic, with various roars one after another, and the eight-faced monster had little resistance against the undead.

At this time, Xia Chen was continuing to study the ancient divine language in Zhilao's room. He was not only learning the characters, but also began to learn the pronunciation. Now Xia Chen can communicate normally with ordinary Serisians without any problems.

Xia Chen heard the chaotic voices outside, exchanged glances with Elder Zhi, and immediately got up and walked outside.

"Old Zhi, the Necromancer is here, and it is a powerful eight-faced monster. Anan and the others escaped by luck and are right in front."

A Serisian hurriedly came to report to Elder Zhi.

"What? Undead? Hurry up and hide in the ancestral spirit pool. With the protection of the great god, we will be safe..."

Zhi Laoyun's calm face finally showed a hint of eagerness. Xia Chen has been here for so long, and he has never seen Zhi Lao so anxious.

"Old Zhi..."

Xia Chen was about to ask what kind of undead the eight-faced monster was, but Zhi Lao immediately interrupted him, and hurriedly said: "Xia Chen, hurry up and hide in the ancestral spirit pool with us, otherwise, you will die too. Eight Face monster, if you are not careful, our entire tribe will die."

Zhi Lao led Xia Chen to quickly withdraw to the other side of the valley. On the way, Xia Chen saw Anan mixed with the panicked crowd, and Wei Dong on Anan's shoulder.

"Xiaodong, how are you doing?"

Xia Chen took Wei Dong from Anan's hand and hurriedly asked.

"Master, I'm fine. That undead is too powerful, even more difficult to deal with than a fifth-order peak monster. My Demon God's Eye is designed to restrain the undead, but not only failed to stop the undead just now, even The eyes of the Demon God have been severely injured and fell into a deep sleep, let's run away quickly, I heard that entering the ancestral spirit pool of the Siris people can be temporarily safe."

Wei Dong explained briefly, and Xia Chen couldn't help being shocked. He knew that Wei Dong's Demon God's Eye was powerful, and it specialized in restraining undead. Ordinary undead had already been devoured by the Demon God's Eye.

Unexpectedly, this undead was so powerful that it seriously injured the Demon God's Eye.Of course, it was a good thing for Wei Dong that the Demon God's Eye exhausted its power and fell into a deep sleep. It would take a longer time for the Demon God's Eye to recover.

"Squeak. Squeak".

Like the sound of a mouse, the eight-faced monster let out another howl of death, and many Serisians fell to the ground in pain, only those who were far away escaped the catastrophe.

Seeing so many Sirisians, the eight-faced monster also seemed very excited, and its eight faces quickly turned into eight undead, and quickly floated towards the fallen Sirisians.

Seeing this scene, Xia Chen's heart tightened. He knew that the Siris tribe was in danger of being wiped out.

(End of this chapter)