Tomb Robbery: Qilin Bloodline, spoiled by the little brother at the beginning

The crowd ran wildly and soon left these marching ants behind.

But the matter did not end there, and a smell of blood wafted from the front.

The desert horse that fled first, before he could wail, was gnawed into white bones by the mighty marching ants.

Zhang Yiqian looked in all directions with blood-blessed eyes. I saw the mighty ant colony, like a flood gate, gradually gathering together.

Looking at this, it didn't take long to drown the crowd.

The distinctive smell of humans and Tibetan mastiffs has long been captured by marching ants.

These ants, along with the class that will devour, will not miss a bite of food.

All the marching ants were capturing the breath of Zhang Yiqian and the others, crawling from all directions.

In this case, unless they can fly, otherwise they have no possibility of escape!

Seeing this, Zhang Yiqian's face was a little serious, and he spoke:

"No need to run, we are already surrounded, and we can't escape at all."

When Fatty Wang and the others heard this, their expressions changed drastically, and they suddenly stopped and stood anxiously in place.

"Groove, what should I do now? We simply don't have anything to deal with these marching ants. Fatty

Wang's voice trembled a little.

The lethality of one ant is not great, and hundreds of ants can be eaten by a head dragon.

When Zhang Yiqian heard this, he did not speak, and frowned as he looked at the rapidly approaching ant colony around him.

I didn't want to bleed, but it seems that I had to bleed this time.

"Give me the stuffy bottle knife."

"No, my blood can too."

Zhang Qilin didn't intend to let Zhang Yiqian bleed at all.

"Well, I'm afraid of pain, you can let it go yourself!"

Zhang Yiqian did not intend to fight with him.

Anyway, what Zhang Qilin decides, he can't win.

Seeing this, Zhang Qilin used the black gold ancient knife on his back to cut the palm of his hand.

The bright red Qilin blood was exposed, and Zhang Qilin spilled the blood around and said, "

Don't leave this circle."

"Yo, with the blood of the stuffy oil bottle, it's safe now."

"Yes, the blood of Brother Qilin, but the nemesis of all insects, we should be able to escape this time."

Seeing this, Fatty Wang and Panzi were relieved.

Wu Tianzhen looked at Zhang Qilin's palm and did not speak.

He actually didn't want to use Zhang Qilin's blood every time, but there was no way.

Although Kuroko didn't know what happened, looking at everyone's relaxed expressions, he also knew that there was no need to be afraid of these marching ants.

The unicorn blood appeared, and the mighty marching ants did not stop.

Instead, he slowly gathered and stopped a few meters away from everyone, surrounding everyone.

It seems that this does not intend to give up.

"Lying trough, what is the situation, the blood of the stuffy oil bottle, the corpse cockroaches are only scattered and flee when they see it, and these marching ants are not affected."

Fatty Wang said strangely.

"Yes, these marching ants don't seem to be much influenced by the unicorn brother."

Panzi also said.

At this time, Zhang Yiqian also found that something was wrong.

The Qilin bloodline carries a coercive pressure, and the Tibetan mastiffs are frightened and soft, and these marching ants have not retreated.

Why?

Could it be that there is something in these ant colonies that can resist this coercion?

What is it? Ant King?

"Looking at the appearance of these marching ants, they will not be easily let go."

"Fatty, panzi, with fire oil and other things no, attack them."

Zhang Yiqian frowned and said.

He was going to force this thing out.

"If there is no fire oil, will explosives work?"

Panzi asked.

"Okay, I'll see if these marching ants can withstand the attack of explosives."

When Panzi heard this, he took out several packs of explosives from his backpack, lit them and threw them out.

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Boom" and "Boom"

several sounds that resounded throughout the sky appeared, and countless sand and dust were splashed by the shock wave of the explosion, making the sky in front of everyone's eyes turn yellow.

But along with this dust comes countless "buzzing" sounds.

This is the sound of wings vibrating.

The people present were shocked and hurriedly looked up.

Then his expression changed greatly, and he saw a red cloud appear in the sky.

These red clouds are all composed of marching ants.

They seemed to be enraged, and as soon as they appeared, they swirled excitedly in the sky, darkening half of the sky.

The vibrating wings emit a silent roar, like a carnival before a feast.

Marching ants turned out to be flying ants.

This is so abnormal!

Wu Tianzhen, Wang Fatty, Pan Zi and the others rose in their hearts with endless panic.

If you want to escape, you don't know how to run away from peace.

Kuroko knelt down again, kowtowing to mid-air, begging the god of the desert for protection.

Zhang Yiqian looked at the flying ants and finally knew how they were not afraid of Zhang Qilin's blood.

These marching ants have mutated, and there is also an ant king, which is not at all the desert marching ants in everyone's common sense.

If you really want to calculate it, you can call them a kind of demon beast.

Why was this barren Gobi born?

Could it be influenced by the ancient tombs of Western Xia?

Zhang Yiqian was a little unsure, but he didn't have time to think more.

The marching ants in the sky, like clouds of fire, fell in pieces, and in a blink of an eye, they were near.

Zhang Yiqian only hid behind Zhang Qilin.

He can't attack with everyone and must find the ant king.

Zhang Qilin also knew his plan, and the blood in his hand was spilled out fatally.

A drop of bright red Qilin blood, like a drizzle, was sprinkled around by Zhang Qilin, driving away the flying ants who wanted to get closer.

The thick smell of blood wafted in this place, and Zhang Yiqian felt a nameless anger in his heart.

With a pair of sharp eyes, he stared around, but he never found the figure of the ant king.

Ruling such a large area of marching ants, this ant king is either large or has a high IQ.

Now that he didn't see a much larger marching ant, Zhang Yiqian judged that this ant king should belong to a kind with a high IQ.

This is troublesome!

It's densely packed with ants, how to find it now.

Zhang Yiqian frowned, looking at the marching ants attacking like waves, silently thinking of a way.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin in front of him rushed.

Seeing this, Wu Tianzhen exclaimed, "

What's wrong with you stuffy oil bottle?"

After speaking, he hurriedly supported Zhang Qilin and let him lean on his shoulder.

Zhang Yiqian then noticed Zhang Qilin and found that his face was pale and his mouth was purple, which was caused by excessive blood loss.

Within a radius of three or four meters on the ground, it was all his blood.

These flying ants did not dare to touch the unicorn blood on the ground, so they fell from nature.

In order not to let these flying ants fall, Zhang Qilin only kept spilling blood to disperse the flying ants above his head.

A thick smell of blood drilled into Zhang Yiqian's nose.

Zhang Yiqian's heart involuntarily tightened, and a nameless anger began to burn from the bottom of his heart, and then quickly spread to his whole body.

"Boom"

A cluster of inky cyan flames appeared all over Zhang Yiqian's body, turning him into a burning man.

A tyrannical aura emanated from him, and Fatty Wang and the others next to him all felt the horror and looked at him in shock.