The ancient god emperor in the city

Chapter 33

Luo Yuan didn't say a word, he knew very well that if he fights with Zhao Chen now, the chance of winning is not great, he is not a fool, before he escapes, he must get some benefits, or give this interface monk a small lesson .

in the underground base.

A group of remodeling monks wearing masks are busy.

"Test item No. [-], test item No. [-], force start."

Under the dim light, in the two transparent glass bottles, the jumping meat balls are speeding up and splitting apart, with terrifying boiling bubbles.

The liquid in the glass bottle evaporated rapidly, and most of it had already disappeared. In a meat ball, immature arms slowly stretched out, and those bright red eyes scanned the people outside the bottle.

"Master Luo Yuan, the No. [-] experimental product has been born."

Luo Yuan could hear it clearly.

"Feed..."

"It's Lord Luo Yuan."

"Who am I?" Experiment No. [-] stared at his little hand, and a memory kept popping up in his mind, which belonged to the inheritance of the gods and demons.

"So that's how it is... I'm from the gods and demons."

The little doll looked to be only five or six years old, but he smashed the glass bottle with one punch. His cultivation base was very strong, and he was born in the early stage of foundation establishment.

"Food." Subject No. [-] said indifferently.

Several remodeling monks quickly opened a door and brought out dozens of mortals. Each of them is a test product of Ji Le Pill, and now it is the food of this number.

"What are you doing, let me go." A big man roared, but the next moment he froze, and one of his arms disappeared.

"what."

Blood splattered, and No. [-] frantically gnawed at his arm.

They finished eating in a blink of an eye, and those reforming monks left quickly, screaming continuously.

And at this time in the No. [-] laboratory.

The little girl in the glass bottle also woke up, and the devouring was in progress, even those reforming monks would not let go.

As for Laboratory No. [-], it seemed very calm.

Zhao Chen had a hunch that Luo Yuan had some kind of conspiracy, but he didn't dare to act rashly. Confrontation might be the best choice.

And a fierce battle is going on near the canteen of Linhai University.

Among the eight monks at the beginning of the dragon group, six were seriously injured and were carried away, and the number of monks who were added to the dragon group continued to flow.

But most of them are in the early stage of gas refining, and the main force is still near the building.

And this area was completely blocked, and ordinary people couldn't get in at all.

The gate of Linhai University was also locked, and no student could get out.

Of course, the residents around here were all dispersed, only the man from the canteen was still watching the game, and the monks seemed to ignore him.

Wang Feng glanced indifferently at the monks surrounding him.

"It's useless to have more trash." Wang Feng continued to exude a demonic aura from a scarlet long sword in his hand. The reason why he didn't fall down was very simple.

Although this long sword is only a medium-grade magic weapon, it can devour the aura of a monk, and Wang Feng has already been notified by Luo Yuan that reinforcements will arrive soon.

If the dragon group was united, perhaps Wang Feng would have fallen long ago.

But when they came in batches, they could only be repulsed by Wang Feng time and time again.

But many monks in the dragon group were still guessing and skeptical, thinking that Wang Feng was just a decoy.

"Miss, the front is blocked." The taxi driver rolled down the window and glanced at the warning signs on the side of the road. A large number of policemen were busy.

"Here." Tang Wan'er took out a hundred and handed it to the driver, and got out of the car quickly.

"Looking for your money."

Tang Wan'er didn't hear it at all, she put on a fox mask and disappeared in an instant, the taxi driver was so frightened that he stepped on the gas pedal and fled quickly, thinking he had encountered a ghost.

When Tang Wan'er appeared outside Linhai University, the school gate was empty, and there was no monk there, so she walked towards the commissary, which was at the corner.

"Master, have you met Zhao Chen?" Of course Tang Wan'er knew this uncle, and she used to come here often to buy some snacks.

The uncle couldn't help laughing, and threw a candy to Tang Wan'er.

"Eat it, and you'll know where that kid is." The old man slapped the plantain fan hard a few times, and there were a lot of mosquitoes.

Tang Wan'er shuddered, and ate the candy. At that moment, her eyes seemed to change, and she even forgot what happened just now, and moved away.

At this time, in the open space not far from the canteen, there was constant fighting.

Tang Wan'er appeared outside the battlefield, staring at Wang Feng whose face was covered in blood, and the last ray of hope in her heart completely disappeared. Zhao Chen was right, the current Wang Feng was not the Wang Feng she used to know at all.

Several monks fell in a pool of blood, and the dragon group's reinforcements had been interrupted.

However, the dozen or so Dragon Group monks present could not leave. If Wang Feng went crazy now, it would definitely cause unpredictable consequences.

Zhao Chen's first step has already been miscalculated.

He originally thought that no matter how disunited the dragon team was, it would be no problem to deal with Wang Feng.

Tang Wan'er took off the mask lightly, and Wang Feng, who was fighting, spotted her immediately, and pulled away in an instant, and the monks of the dragon group of course also noticed it.

They were all shocked, isn't this the little mortal girl that Zhao Chen brought to the third brigade of Linhai City?
Why did it suddenly appear here? Could it be that he has hidden his cultivation, but is actually very powerful?
"Tang Wan'er?" A number flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

"Zero combat power?"

The monks of the dragon group were also quite nervous, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Senior Wang Feng, why are you doing this?" Tang Wan'er called out tremblingly. For some reason, the fear in her heart seemed to disappear.

Wang Feng couldn't help laughing wildly.

"I didn't expect Miss Tang to be a monk of the Dragon Clan? What a miscalculation." Wang Feng felt that his IQ had been greatly insulted, but Tang Wan'er was really not a monk of the Dragon Clan.

Wang Feng accelerated to kill Tang Wan'er.

These dragon monks rushed forward, but at the next moment a strange flash appeared on Wang Feng's body, and the dragon monks deployed their aura shields one after another, and Wang Feng had already rushed in front of Tang Wan'er, and put the red long sword on Tang Wan'er's neck.

Tang Wan'er's pupils shrank instantly.

"What's wrong? Scared?" Wang Feng could feel Tang Wan'er's deep fear.

Tang Wan'er closed her eyes tightly, a wave of death struck her, how could she be so stupid, but why is Zhao Chen not here?
The dragon group monks who reacted surrounded Wang Feng.

"Let her go." A dragon group monk shouted, extremely nervous, but unfortunately, in Wang Feng's eyes, Tang Wan'er was already a dead person.

"Miss Tang, are you here to die?" Wang Feng smelled Tang Wan'er's small face, but unfortunately there was no spiritual energy fluctuation. Isn't Tang Wan'er a monk?

This mask? Could it be a magic weapon?But how to drive magic weapon without aura?Wang Feng couldn't figure it out!

(End of this chapter)