Chapter 1140： Stress of little beetle

During the prohibition of the void, the flying speed of the warlords is getting faster and faster.

Some war saints who came to the place early have become familiar with the restrictions in this area. They are more and more experienced in hunting down the little beetle. After a while, they can chase the little beetle and then take the little beetle's treasure into his hands.

"Naughty animal, stop now, I can promise you a happy one."

Behind the little golden tortoise came the majestic roar of a war saint.

From the side of the little golden tortoise, there was a majestic voice shouting: "In my hands, I can promise to give you a whole body."

After chasing the little golden tortoise these days, the demon warlords are so busy that they hate the little golden tortoise in their hearts.

In the beginning, their slogan was to take the initiative to hand over the treasure and spare you not to die.

Now it became a whole body.

The little golden tortoise looked at the many hideous faces that flashed by, knowing that if he surrendered the treasure, the other party would also torture himself to death.

These demons were driven crazy by themselves.

"Yue Chen, Master, when will you come to rescue me? Your pet is about to be killed by someone, and I can no longer help you hold these guys."

Little Golden Turtle was complaining, and he kept complaining about Yue Chen.

But the speed did not stop in the slightest, still loyally implementing Yue Chen's instructions.

In fact, the little golden tortoise knew that as long as he gave up the treasure on his back, these war sages would **** the treasure, and they could take the opportunity to escape.

But once he did this, the task Yue Chen asked himself to perform would be declared a failure.

Although Little Golden Turtle has been complaining about it, his loyalty has not changed in the slightest. Even if he is dead, he will execute the task to the last moment.

"Master, Yue Chen, you bastard, I am going to die."

The little beetle looked up to the sky and sighed.

At this moment, Little Golden Turtle heard a voice: "Lose something, come to me."

"Huh, Yue Chen's voice?"

Little Golden Turtle's spirit was shocked, but then he smiled bitterly, "Illusion, it must be an illusion, but there are eleven war saints here, if he really comes, he will only have to die.

Suddenly, I don't want that guy to appear, so let the beetle die alone, after all, the beetle is very great.

Yue Chen, you bastard, if the beetle is dead, remember to set up a burial mound for me. "

In the distance, Yue Chen's voice sounded again: "Xiaojin, come to me after losing the treasure."

The little golden tortoise in the fast flight finally opened his eyes incredibly, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be Yue Chen?

My **** master really came here?

Hello, is that you? "

Then the little golden tortoise heard a laugh and curse: "You guy is not dead, it's me, come here."

Although with deep doubts, Little Golden Turtle followed Yue Chen's orders very strictly, suddenly dropped the magic weapon, and then bypassed the space restriction and flew towards the direction of Yue Chen's voice.

At the place where the magic weapon fell, three figures suddenly appeared, and at the same time they reached out and grabbed the magic weapon.

"Ok?"

Power emerged in the palms of the three of them, connected with the magic weapon, and then suddenly raised their heads and looked at each other.

The three of them worked hard at the same time, because they were all first-tier battle saints, and the three of them were restraining each other to form a three-legged situation, and no one could get a magic weapon for a while.

At the same time, behind the three of them, several figures suddenly appeared.

Originally, all the war sages were chasing the little golden tortoise, and they were not far away. At this moment, the magic weapon was thrown away and all the war sages gathered in an instant.

Eleven people, a magic weapon.

Suddenly everyone was silent, with big eyes staring at small eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

Finally, someone shouted: "It's just a nine-level magic weapon. If I wait for a big fight, it's not worth it."

Someone snorted coldly: "That's how it is said, but a ninth-level magic weapon, who is not interested?"

Most of the warriors who have just been promoted to the battle sage have no magic weapon of ninth level.

Yue Chen killed so many war saints, and rarely obtained ninth-level magic weapons, and most of them were eight-level magic weapons.

Once the ninth-level magic weapon is in hand, people's strength can be greatly improved.

A war saint should have used the ninth-level magic weapon to be able to exert his full power.

For a time, there was a stalemate.

At this moment, Yue Chen's voice came from outside, saying: "Little Golden Tortoise, hahaha."

A war sage shouted in a deep voice: "Eleven of us, who wants this magic weapon, how about nine magic weapons for everyone?

After the assignment was done, we went out, grabbed the turtle together, and then smashed him into pieces.

There is no restriction outside, he can't run. "

"Good idea, but I don't have that many."

A war sage of the high demon race shouted, "Whoever has a magic weapon, hurry up and speak, I can't help but go out and pinch the tortoise to death."

A master of the tiger race shouted: "I will come out with an eighth-level magic weapon and give you nine pieces each, and then give this magic weapon to me, how about?"

The rest of the Zhan Sheng nodded slowly, and then shouted in a deep voice: "Okay."

The inside of the prohibition is not far from the outside of the prohibition, Yue Chen listened to the conversations of many war saints, and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He whispered softly: "Pei Min, after killing them, I think you will be able to step into the seventh rank of the Zhan Zun."

Pei Min looked excited, and bowed to Yue Chen, "Thank you for your fulfillment."

"Hahaha, nowadays, you and Xiong Bao are my key training targets.

After you step into the seventh rank of Zhan Zun, you will cultivate Xiong Bao.

Aiqing, do you have any comments? "

Yue Chen asked lightly.

Everyone hurriedly said: "Your majesty is wise, I will support your majesty's decision."

Now, to train together, it is better to train a few awakened generals, especially Pei Min who has a sword formation and Xiong Bao who has supernatural powers.

Even Serena and Guitong, Yue Chen put them aside temporarily.

Their talents are strong, but because there is no special means, they are not as powerful as Pei Min and Xiong Bao for the time being.

Yue Chen took out the five poisonous banners, handed them to Pei Min's hands, and said lightly: "This time, I will upgrade with you. Remember, don't let one go."

"Yes!"

Pei Min bowed.

Yue Chen lowered his head slightly, looked at the little beetle lying on his palm, and stroked it gently.

Little Golden Tortoise said with a hint of crying: "Master, you guy has finally come. I've been living like a year these days. I'm running all the time, and every time I almost get caught up.

You don't know how I got here. "

"I wronged you."

Yue Chen gently touched the shell of the tortoise, the cracks on it were as dense as a spider web, which showed how dangerous the little golden tortoise was in the past few days.

The little golden tortoise gritted his teeth and said: "Those guys are too damned. You must avenge me."

"Yes, I will."

Yue Chen responded lightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes surged like ocean waves.