Galactic Dark Net

Han Lang finally got the opportunity to land on the 13th planet. He did not need to force the intrusion. Instead, he and the casting master Wu Dengfeng took the starship to enter the Witch's Holy Land.

Under the battleship, Wu Dengfeng was also curious, because it is said that this is the first time that humans have come to the holy land of the witches.

Looking at it, it’s ridiculous. The 13th planet seems to have never been developed. The rumors of the altar of the Witch, the ancestral grave, the monument of the Great Witch, are not known where?

In short, Wu Dengfeng and Han Lang were placed in a mountain forest. There was only one bluestone trail leading to the dark and horrible jungle. The four wildernesses were the beasts of the beasts and the snoring of the bugs.

"What is this ghost place? You magic sea king?" Wu Dengfeng asked a little dissatisfied, Han Lang mixed in his entourage team, did not speak.

"Please come with me."

Nandu leads the way, bringing Han Lang into the jungle. There are many mosquitoes in the jungle, making Wu Dengfeng more and more irritated. The foundry is not an explorer. He does not like this environment.

It didn't take long before I saw the cliff. There were suspended stone steps on the cliff, leading to a cave in the middle of the cliff.

Nanduo: "Master, please let your people stay here camping, and then go to the restricted area."

Wu Dengfeng whited him and said: "Without these assistants, how do I work?"

Nanduodao: "Master, Magic Sea King is waiting for you, waiting for the Holy Land, Wang will naturally explain to you."

Wu Dengfeng was also helpless. He had to tell his men to camp under the cliffs, and he followed Nanduo to climb the steep suspended stone steps and entered the interior of the mountain.

From the woods, there are some vulture warriors quietly coming out. This is a holy place and a restricted area. The camp can only be built using the most primitive materials. They cut down the branches. Set up a simple and effective wooden shed, and dig a pit in the muddy ground, build a bonfire pot with stone blocks, set up pottery jars, and cook some broth.

The ancestors of the Witches camped and lived like this. In the Holy Land, everything must follow the teachings of the ancestors.

Han Lang did not agree with the harsh environment, but Wu Dengfeng’s apprentices and his men were terrible. There are no sofas and beds, sleeping in the damp leaves, drinking the broth, and making a large cake made of shrub seeds, so the original life makes Wu Dengfeng's men complain.

At the time of the sunset, Wu Dengfeng finally returned to the camp, saying nothing, sitting in front of the campfire and thinking thoughtfully.

Han Lang thought for a moment, approached Wu Dengfeng and asked: "Master. When are we going to open the mining veins?"

Wu Dengfeng looked at Han Lang and took a breath: "There is something tricky. When I was planning to build weapons for the Magic Sea King, I proposed to use metal to let the Magic Sea King take the initiative to mine the veins."

"Now all of the assumptions have been lost. It turns out that the Magic Sea King is not a weapon."

"What is that?" Han Lang asked curiously.

Wu Dengfeng opened his mouth slightly and watched it with vigilance. Then he closed his mouth again.

"It's too tired today. Anything to say tomorrow, one and a half, we are afraid that we can't go."

See Wu Dengfeng saying that Han Lang is no longer saying anything, returning to his wooden house, resting on the leaves, closing his eyes and raising his spirits.

Just after midnight, the apprentices of Wu Dengfeng in the camp were asleep early because of exhaustion. The entire camp was silent, and Han Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

"Darkness, sorcerer!"

Hey~

Han Lang’s martyrdom was observed in the silent night, and the witch warriors hidden in the surroundings were clearly seen.

These guys are also a group of good hands. In such a quiet and cold night, they hide in the swamp, on the tree, in the grass, endure the bites of mosquitoes, and they don’t blink, their eyes are fixed on the camp.

More strange is that Wu Dengfeng has not yet slept.

Han Lang can clearly see through the martial arts that he is sitting next to the campfire, taking a branch and painting on the ground.

"No, it still doesn't work."

"This is really embarrassing. How can Magic Sea King want such a thing?"

While painting the painting, Wu Dengfeng also whispered to himself, and it seems that Wu Dengfeng, who Wang Haiwang wanted, did not create it, so he was so embarrassed.

After a while, Wu Dengfeng finally couldn't help but went to sleep, and Han Lang quietly retired from the tent.

For this monitored situation, Han Lang has two great stunts.

One is the martial arts, so that Han Lang can understand the location of the whistle.

One is the annihilation method. The unconventional limit body method allows Han Lang to quietly move out in a very strange but very effective posture, without causing anyone's attention, as if it were a sly snake.

Besides, what Han Lang is saying now is also the cultivation of high-order quasi-war gods. The strength has already become one of the top experts. Where can the witches of the witches be able to focus on the Han wave with higher level than them.

After a short time, Han Lang left the encirclement of the witches, and was placed in the real jungle. On the left was the towering cliff.

Hey~

Han Lang grabbed the rock wall like a lizard and began to climb. He hoped to investigate at the heights by the power of scorpion and find out where he was.

Soon, Han Lang went to the top of the cliff.

The place where the camping was originally was a mountain, a mountain that was neatly flattened from the middle.

On the mountain, there is a vast expanse of ground, erected numerous tombstones, and the center is a high altar.

"The grave, the altar, it seems that this is the holy land of the witch." Han Lang thought in his heart.

He is kneeling on the edge and looking to the horizon in the distance.

"Darkness, sorcerer!"

Hey~

Once again, Han Lang saw the scene in the jungle farther away. Suddenly, Han Lang slammed, because he found that in his own sight, there were things that braved black light, like a parachute, from a very high The sky is falling.

"The Dark Apostle!" Han Lang's eyes were fierce.

Han Lang had an unforgettable hatred towards the Dark Apostles. He wanted to be the expedition team. Only one person came back alive. The white babies died and the horse died. The Lescelelli brothers and the **** dogs Arthur were all alive and dead. This account must of course count!

However, Han Lang quickly regained his angry look, because this is the territory of the Wu people. If Han Lang rushes up and fights with the omnipresent apostles, it is not a good thing. The best way is to let the witches go. Pack up these **** guys.

Obviously, the Dark Apostle used a very advanced stealth technique. When approached by the invisible spaceship, it projected a kind of landing balloon that resembled a hot air balloon. This landing cabin was carried by the apostles and slowly floated from the low earth orbit. Down, the Witch warriors could not find it.

"Unfortunately, you have been discovered by me." Han Lang said with a sneer.

I saw his finger gently tapping on the mark of the moon, releasing the little thing of silver fox.

Speaking of it, the invisible space tool moon mark really helped Han Lang to be busy. Before entering the 13th planet, everyone was taken away from the space ring, and Han Lang was an invisible necklace because of the moon mark. Not affected.

Han Mao's spare space ring was taken away, and only some unimportant supplies were added. Han Lang's weapons, Han Lang's insidious gadgets, and Han Lang's Gene Beasts, all went smoothly with Han Lang.

Han Lang counted and sneered: "The sixteen landing cabins, that is to say, this time there are 16 apostles, their ambitions are certainly not small, silver fox, you know what to do."

Silver Fox rushed to Hanlang to take a picture of the chest, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

When the time was not big, I heard the sound of the silver fox deliberately coming from the jungle. This kid was very embarrassed. He grabbed a ferocious star-light white rhinoceros and screamed with the violent, fat guy. His own paws control the movement of the white rhinoceros, just in the dark apostles.

Hey~

The witch warriors in the jungle were alarmed, and three people were separated to see what happened.

Han Lang used the dark sorcerer to see it very clearly. Sometimes the little thing of the silver fox made the bad, and even the owner of Han Lang had to sigh.

Han Lang and Silver Fox are telepathic. Although Silver Fox can't see where the invisible apostles are, Han Lang can see clearly. One person and one squirrel cooperate with each other. Although they can't immediately let all the dark apostles show their feet, There is always no problem messing up their plans.

The silver fox was hidden in the ear of the white star rhinoceros, and the big man was controlled to hit the place where the landing cabin was. The dark apostle in the landing cabin did not even have time to take it back, and the white rhinoceros hit the hammer like a hammer. And made a loud noise.

Hum~

Although the white rhinoceros hit the landing capsule with his own powerful force, he himself was too powerful and his head was broken and he died on the spot.

When it was said that it was too late, the fast-moving witch warriors found that the white rhinoceros had died. One had never seen it. The specially designed landing cabin was slowly releasing the invisibility, and the surprise was simply unattached. Unique alarm tone.

Han Lang mouth, who witnessed all of this, raised a sneer. As long as the Witch warriors could find a landing cabin, they could find the second, a war between the Dark Apostles and the Witch, which was hard to avoid.

Suddenly~

Just when Han Lang’s heart is proud, the change will start again!

The dense jungle in the distance disappeared, revealing a meadow!

This dramatic terrain change made Han Lang unexpected.

"It is an illusion!" Han Lang was shocked. (To be continued.)

The second hundred and seventy-eighth chapter sixteen apostles come: