The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 3913: Little Six
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Looking around, there were nine people beside him just now, but now Wang Meng himself is the only one left.
He laughed softly.
The person who is most worried about himself in this place has left this place, and he can finally give up everything and fight here without any worries.
Calling the Red Spirit Snake out of his Dantian Sea, Huiling Snake was obviously very dissatisfied.
"What are you doing? Don't you know that I'm going to devour the Demon Venerable Grass? What are you still doing?" The Red Spirit Snake said with dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Can you not move after you eat Yaozun grass?" Wang Meng asked suspiciously.
"Of course I can't move anymore. I need to sleep for a while." The Scarlet Spirit Snake replied.
Wang Meng nodded, and then asked again: "Then how long do you need to sleep?"
"About three days or so, what's the matter? Can't bear me? Still can't bear my strength." Chi Ling snake joked with a smile.
Wang Meng snorted, and then said: "Okay, it's okay, you can go back to my dantian sea and devour the Demon Venerable Grass." Wang Meng said.
As soon as this remark came out, the Red Spirit Snake became angry immediately.
"Damn, Wang Meng, what do you think of Lao Tzu? You will come when you call, and you will go away." The Red Spirit Snake said angrily.
"My name is Big Brother." Wang Meng said slowly.
The Red Spirit Snake snorted, and then just stopped paying attention to Wang Meng. It dived back into Wang Meng's dantian sea, and began to devour the demon noble grass.
Wang Meng stood there, a white light flashed in his hand, and a large bow appeared.
The big bow foot is half a person tall, the whole body is golden, and the streamer is shining. The whole bow body is carved into the shape of a golden dragon, majestic and lifelike, as if it really is a living golden dragon.
A sturdy bowstring is tied to the dragon's head and tail. It is very tight. Wang Meng tried to pull the bowstring, and the effort required was really not small.
Release your finger, and the invisible arrow of invigoration did not appear. This is because this bow is now an unowned object and has not become Wang Meng’s possession, so it is now in Wang Meng’s hands. It's just a big bow that is stronger than a normal bow.
Wang Meng’s fingers were placed on the bowstring, and then with a fierce stroke, his fingers were cut open by the bowstring. Wang Meng wiped the blood from his hands on the bow, and the entire bow body immediately rippled with a dazzling beam. When the light came, there seemed to be a flash of light in the eyes of the dragon head on the bow, and then Wang Meng only felt that he had some connection with the big bow.
Holding the big bow in his hand, Wang Meng turned his head and looked at a big rock not far away.
He raised the big bow in his hand, while the other hand was hooking the strings.
Huh!
Wang Meng immediately felt that the true energy in his body began to converge on the bowstring. In an instant, Wang Meng felt that it was enough.
Although there was still no trace of an arrow on the entire large bow, Wang Meng could clearly feel that there was an arrow on the bow.
He jerked his bowstring finger loose.
Wow!
The violent sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and then the huge stone was instantly torn apart.
Wang Meng nodded in satisfaction. The power of this thousand phantom bow is really not small, it is suitable for him now.
Looking around a lot, Wang Meng randomly chose a direction to go. He didn't know where he should go, so he could only walk away casually.
……
At night, Wang Meng raised a bonfire. He sat beside the bonfire, holding a branch in his hand, and a plump pheasant was inserted on the branch.
This pheasant was hunted by Wang Meng just now, and it happened to be Wang Meng's dinner at this time.
The pheasant was sizzling by the fire, and the scent of the meat continued to emerge from the pheasant. Wang Meng's index finger moved violently when he smelled it.
At this moment, a sound suddenly came from a bush of grass behind Wang Meng. Wang Meng's heart moved, but he pretended to be unknowing, still roasting the pheasant.
Hmm...
A black shadow quickly jumped out of the grass and rushed straight to the king.
Wang Meng snorted coldly, got up instantly, grabbed the branch with the pheasant in one hand, and punched out the other hand. The fist hadn't been fully punched yet, and the fist wind had already swept out quickly. The shadow that attacked Wang Meng shook back several steps, and finally fell to the ground.
Wang Meng was taken aback. Why is this guy so weak? Or is his strength already so strong that he can easily break the enemy just by relying on his fist wind?
The person who attacked Wang Meng quickly stood up. Wang Meng looked at that person with the shining light, only that he was familiar.
"Brother Wang Meng, is it you?"
The dark shadow said excitedly, apparently knowing Wang Meng.
Wang Meng froze for a moment, and then carefully looked at the opposite person again, and some impressions appeared in his mind.
Then he suddenly sounded, he had indeed seen this person, this person was a disciple of the Xuan Lingzong, when they went up the mountain together, it was this disciple who slipped under his feet and almost fell, thanks to his stretched out hand to support that disciple. I didn't let that disciple fall down the mountain, but I didn't expect to see it in this place.
Wang Meng still remembered that the disciple was very introverted, he looked a little weak, he was unwilling to speak, and his cultivation base was not high, only the medium-grade cultivation base of the Diamond Realm.
"Come here." Wang Meng beckoned to the disciple. The disciple shook a little in fear, but he bit his head and walked to the campfire.
Wang Meng carefully examined the disciple in front of him through the bonfire to make sure that this person was the disciple of Xuan Lingzong.
"Why are you here?" Wang Meng asked.
"Our sect collided with another sect, and all the senior brothers and sisters died tragically by the hands of that sect disciple. Only I escaped, but I did not expect to see you, Brother Wang Meng," the disciple said. , With a deep sadness on his face.
Wang Meng nodded, seeing the bloodstains and wounds on this disciple's body, most of his heart already believed this disciple's words.
"Brother, where are the seniors and sisters around you? Did you also encounter a strong enemy, and you are the only one left in the end?" the disciple asked carefully.
Wang Meng was silent, obviously unwilling to answer this question.
When the disciple saw Wang Meng's reluctance to answer, he had already determined in his heart that he had just guessed that the whole army must have been wiped out, leaving Wang Meng alone.
"What's your name?" Wang Meng asked.
"Me? I don't have a name. People have called me Xiaoliu since I was a kid." The disciple smiled heartlessly, with a brilliant smile and a mouthful of white teeth shining brightly under the bonfire. .