I’m a God in an Online Game Chapter 137: Look at me for a second
Close the **** panel, Meng Jingtian glanced at Zeng Chenyu: "Since you are my **** now, what's the use?"
"Of course it's useful, the gods are not scattered, the gods will swear to follow you, Lord God! What you point is the direction of my sword!" Zeng Chenyu swears by clapping his chest.
"Oh, help me kill two god-level bosses of level fifty or sixty first and see!" Meng Jingtian nodded and instructed.
Zeng Shenyu's expression was stagnant, and he nodded: "Hey, this is not good! The lowest level in the Tiandao Academy is 100, and if you kill people randomly, God will cause you trouble."
"Then go to the Nether and kill!"
"No, I still can't go to the lower realm now. I can only attach my spiritual sense to the statue of Guichen Town and cast some spells within the range of Guichen Town." Zeng Chenyu still shook his head.
"Then you say what's the use of you?" Meng Jingtian said depressedly.
The two silver NPC attendants of Cai Minghou can take them everywhere to fight monsters!
"I can help you manage Guichen Town and worship your faith regularly!" Zeng Chenyu replied without hesitation.
"Forget it, let's talk about when you can go down! Go! Open the door for me!" Meng Jingtian pouted and waved his fingers.
"No, Lord God, you don't have to be so polite!" Zeng Chenyu waved his hands hurriedly, and hurriedly opened a door leading to Xuanlong Kingdom.
"Change to Huoque City!" Meng Jingtian said again after seeing the scene outside the door.
As he stepped into the door, Meng Jingtian returned directly to Huoque City, outside the battle hall.
He looked left and right like a thief, because he was sent back directly by Zeng Shenyu, but not many people noticed him. He immediately walked into the battle hall and secretly arranged a battlefield, planning to practice and level up. .
"Ding! The match is successful! Do you want to join the Yongshan battlefield!"
"Join!" Meng Jingtian entered the battlefield without hesitation.
This time, he has become a lot more proficient, and is no longer the little newbie he was a few days ago.
"Let's win! It's almost enough to buy a purple outfit!"
"It is impossible to win, and it is impossible to win in this life. Only by lying down can we maintain life like this. Lying at the resurrection point and soaking in the hot spring can be soothing!"
"A group of zz, spicy chicken! The top leader is 1000 heads ahead and can even turn the other side over!"
"Haha! You guys are lined up with me, the African **** of war, do you still want to win? Lost 12 games in a row today, please surpass!"
"Qi! What are you pretending to be the African **** of war and the African chief? To tell you the truth, I have been arranging for a night since last night and lost 27 games in a row!"
As players were teleported in, the battlefield chat channel was quite lively.
However, mostly negative information.
"Brother, what do you think of this?" Meng Jingtian stood quietly in the corner with his arms crossed. A player beside him noticed him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked.
"You must win!" Can you lose if you have yourself? Meng Jingtian replied confidently.
Meng Jingtian's self-confidence made the player startled. This is a battlefield of 1,000 people, and one person's influence is limited. Who dares to pat his chest and guarantee that he can win?
"Brother, why do you look familiar to me?" Immediately, the player looked at Meng Jingtian with some doubts, ready to check Meng Jingtian's information.
“321”
At this time, the countdown to the start of the battlefield just ended.
Meng Jingtian took out the flying wooden kite and shot straight into the sky, heading towards the Gorefiend Palace, the stronghold of the evil camp.
"Meng what?" The player who chatted with Meng Jingtian only glanced at Meng Jingtian's information and asked in surprise.
And Meng Jingtian, at this time, rushed directly to the stronghold of the Gorefiend Palace and fell from the flying wooden kite.
"Look! There's an SB in the sky. He came to give people's heads on purpose, right?" The wicked players who had just poured into the Blood Demon Palace camp stopped and looked at the black dots that fell towards them in the sky.
"Hehe! Probably a newspaper player who made a glass heart in the battlefield? Look at me!" With this shout, many wicked players noticed Meng Jingtian and stopped.
"Fa Tianxiangdi!" Before landing, Mu Yuan flew to a low altitude, and many players' skills were thrown at Meng Jingtian, and Meng Jingtian directly turned on Fa Tianxiangdi to resist damage.
"True Dragon Golden Body!" One after another, the immune control of True Dragon Golden Body was activated again.
After all, there are 500 evil players, and it is inevitable that there are a few skills with control.
"The Fire of Burning the Sky!" A signature group attack skill was dropped, and a sea of flames fell from the sky, burning to death many of those stupid players who were standing below, waiting for Meng Jingtian to fall into the crowd to grab the head.
"Fire, sea of fire! It's Meng Shen! This evil spirit is on the battlefield again! Run!"
As soon as the sea of fire came out, an evil player shouted loudly and mournfully in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost.
At this time, Meng Jingtian had just fallen into an open space burned by the sea of fire.
Under the scorching sun, the yellow sand was flying, mixed with a **** smell.
A giant dances with a knife, as if reaping wheatgrass.
Evil players who had just arrived at the gate of the Blood Devil Palace camp were sent back in a blink of an eye.
Where Meng Jingtian passed, there were ghosts and wolves.
Some players from the Evil Dao camp have completely given up their resistance and fled in all directions. Some of them are ruthless, and they are unwilling to be harvested like this, and their skills are all thrown at Meng Jingtian.
It's just that Meng Jingtian opened Fatianxiangdi, and now he has 700,000 to 800,000 blood, plus the blood-sucking belt that exploded when he was doing the Gorefiend Palace mission.
Desperate! At this moment, these evil camp players really feel what despair is.
Those golden bosses and god-level bosses, although the blood volume is more than ten times or dozens of times more than Meng Jingtian's, but it has a mechanism.
What's more, it doesn't have such a high attack power, nor does it have such a perverted blood-sucking ability!
Sooner or later, the goods were beaten and pushed down by the crowd.
But now, looking at this guy who is rampaging between them, but he doesn't even lose much blood, the players of the Evil Dao camp are really helpless.
Is it because they don't have enough money, why do they encounter such a boss to wreak havoc on the battlefield?
Damn it! Why put such a pervert on the battlefield tomorrow!
In less than two minutes, Meng Jingtian's skills came out, and the players from the Evil Dao camp were divided into rounds and sent to recovery points.
“588/10000”
“6666/10000”
"7214/10000"
The number of head counts is growing rapidly~IndoMTL.com~ On the right side of the camp, the large group of players arrived at the middle area where the two sides were used to fighting, but they didn't see a single person, so they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Why is there no one, there is some trick on the other side to steal the general, right? Does anyone go back and take a look?"
"Nobody! Nobody at home!"
"I'm going, it's haunted! A supernatural event!"
"Look at the battlefield data!"
"Mist grass, what happened? Why are our heads soaring? Where is the battlefield of the large army? Has the fight started?"
Thanks to book friend Longhuang Jianyu for the reward, continue to add more
(End of this chapter)