Shadow Hack

Chapter 840: Torture Feast

"You watch these four elders wake up and thunder, like a few clowns."

"These divine residences are also the children of the clans in the clan. They are valuable, and there is no such desolation. If you think of it, seal them up and fight with these fierce beasts."

"How not to attract hatred if you don't."

Li Yunmu smiled evilly and held Bronhild tighter. The back of the two men sitting on the hammer looked as if they were sticking together. The crowd in the auditorium watched the four young masters and elders at the Colosseum become more and more frustrated, panicking in their hearts, and no one dared to speak out.

At the Colosseum, the four elders guarded the three young masters, holding weapons in their hands and looking at the beasts that surrounded them. They were counted, and there seemed to be more than thirty, far more than a dozen more. The **** smell contaminated by such densely packed beasts is terrible.

Even the four elders fainted when they smelled. They closed their noses and noses one by one, holding weapons to kill the beasts that rushed to attack. As the divine residence, their physical bodies have long reached the golden body, and no beast can cause physical harm to them.

But with the three burdens of the Lord, the four elders did not dare to rush to kill the beast. They can solve all thirty beasts in a short period of time, but the three young masters with fine skin and tender meat will also be eaten into a pile of debris in the process.

Helplessly, the four elders could only stay with the three young masters with their weapons and watch out for the beasts rushing up. Once upon a time, they would fall into this scene.

One by one, he hated the monks on the hammer, bewildering how many times he had been beheaded.

The three young masters behind the four elders were expressionless and numb. The four elders were also caught and thrown down, so that all three realized the power of the monks, and even if the patriarch came in, they could not solve their thoughts. With the passage of time, this idea became more and more ingrained, and the belief that was born above the world was gradually broken.

The longer the time, the more numb the three were, and suddenly a fate of fate.

Several fierce beasts walked back and forth in front of the four elders, staring with red eyes. The rest of the beasts circled in a circle, crowded together, and their limbs moved on the ground. The beasts in the Colosseum do not have the rule of feeding, and they remain extremely hungry when they are playing to keep them ferocious.

Instinctively, the fierce beast will do everything possible to kill the beast and become his own meal.

This is true of all thirty beasts. In the hungry state, they locked their targets on the three weak people. The four men standing in front exuded a dangerous momentum, and the beast could only wait. Some of them were out of patience and rushed to their feet and were killed by the four elders alone.

Seeing similar deaths, the fierce beasts did not dare to step forward, and could only contain the three young masters and the four elders.

The two sides are so deadlocked, waiting for an opportunity.

"This game was really boring. It was so deadlocked. No, no, this is not in line with the atmosphere of the Colosseum, it should be a little bloody."

Li Yunmu looked at the stalemate below, with a smile on his face and muttered to himself.

He waved with one hand, and an extra cloud of gray and black mist emerged out of thin air. The mist was like a cloud, showing a trembling evil gas. Clouds and clouds flew towards the Colosseum below, strung in the air, and penetrated into the body of the beast.

The four elders saw the wisps of mist and felt a terrifying breath. When the mist penetrated the body of the ferocious beast, the four of them all showed a hint of shock and yelled, "Not good."

Talking, every fierce beast has changed, all black creeping black spurs grow out of his body, the momentum from his body is stronger and thicker than before, and there is a spirit in his red eyes. Thirty beasts roared towards the sky, and the deafening beast roared from the Colosseum.

"Damn, this monk is distorted, how could he torture us like this?"

"Originally a side-line child, I used to be a slave, but now I become a god's residence, and my heart is naturally distorted. I'm afraid I hate us, the line-child."

"Everyone says a few words and doesn't look at the situation on the field."

The Luo Dai elders resentfully said that the situation is really not optimistic at the moment. Even if there were thirty fierce beasts before, they were just fierce beasts, but their strength was not in the martial arts. The four shrines they were sealed for repair had gold bodies, and the two sides were at war.

When those gray mists penetrated into the body of the fierce beast, each fierce beast was promoted to the level of World of Warcraft in an instant, and its strength was comparable to that of the early period of Sacred Martial Arts. In the early days of the thirty-sacred martial arts Warcraft, the four elders with the golden body naturally did not panic. But once these thirty heads came over, except for themselves, the three young masters would really die.

Even after experiencing this incident, the position of the young master of the three young masters is not guaranteed, but the three are still the children of the current patriarch.

The four elders surrounded the three young masters, and looked at the wise Warcraft around them. The dozen or so WoWs were turning left and right, their red eyes were staring closely, walking back and forth.

"Roar--"

After a roar of beasts, the thirty giant beasts had the spirit rhinoceros, attacking the four elders, and Daodaowei could show up. The whole Colosseum was like overturned paint, colorful. The three young masters and the four elders have fallen into them and disappeared.

"That's good-looking, these four old things are finally out."

Li Yunmu murmured to himself, looking away from the Colosseum to the sky above. Four figures appeared in the sky instantly, with the pressure of the rolling gods. As soon as he appeared, one of them shook his hand, his left arm extended indefinitely, and the palm became larger. He grabbed those under the palm of his hand and crushed it.

The rest of the World of Warcraft saw this scene, and immediately stopped to watch. In the middle of Warcraft, the elders who were beaten by countless methods to the damaged clothing saw the four figures, and his expression was somewhat relaxed. When the surrounded three young masters saw the four figures, their numb and tense emotions collapsed instantly, all falling to the ground and crying.

Xiu Jue looked at the monk on the hammer below, his expressionless face laughed instantly, and said respectfully to the monk: "Master Patriarch, what do you do to the juniors in this tribe? Could it be that they did something wrong Something happened? "

Hearing Xiu Jue's words of respect, Li Yunmu was a little stunned, and did not expect that the Moro patriarch was really so respectful. No matter how respectful it is to pretend or not, how deep the city can be in front of so many people.

(End of this chapter)