Ultimate Zombies

ultimate zombie

Chapter 321: Eighth-Level King-Level Guardian

Wuming strode towards the depths of the cave at this time. Although he had been warned by the other two wild wolves and had an idea of ​​​​this business, he did not relax at all and was ready to adapt at any time.

However, there were no accidents along the way. We walked like this for about ten minutes. By this time, the environment here had changed somewhat. The surrounding cave walls and the ground had turned black, with a faint tinge. The mist, how familiar it was, naturally could not harm Wuming at all, because this was the poisonous mist, the ground that had been corroded by the poisonous mist. .

After walking in this poisonous world, Wuming was overjoyed, because although the poisonous mist was not strong, it had its own characteristics, which his own poisonous mist could not match, and that was its super corrosiveness.

However, Wuming still hesitated, and did not absorb the diffuse poisonous mist, so as not to cause accidents. He stepped on such black land, and the intensity of the poison became stronger the further he walked. He walked for about ten minutes, and in front of him, Suddenly he felt a lot more enlightened, and he knew that the destination of the first step had arrived.

Sure enough, as he looked ahead, through the thick poisonous mist, he saw something different in front of him. Not only was the ground in this relatively open place like a black swamp, bubbles emerged from the ground from time to time, and the toxicity was many times more powerful than before. Troops below the high level will quickly consume blood when they come here. Even the high level may not be able to completely resist. But the most special thing is the toxin characteristics here. Even if there is a defensive magic weapon, it will be quickly corroded.

This is exactly what Wuming lacks, otherwise the space inside the coffin and those players who use magic weapons to defend themselves will be doomed.

"No one has passed by here for a long time." A sighing voice came from the front.

Wuming looked over and saw that in the deepest part of the poisonous mist, there was a clay monster. This clay monster was only one person tall. It looked quite ordinary, just a piece of mud stacked there, but Wuming did not dare to look down on him at all. , because this clay monster has a black crown on its head, which shows that he is the king of clay monsters and has the innate ability to control clay monsters. Even if other clay monsters are higher than him, they cannot resist it.

Of course, the most important thing is that the rank of this clay monster is not low. The mark of the wolf head flashed between Wuming's eyebrows and he could see clearly that this guy's rank was actually the eighth rank.

However, this guy looks very pitiful. It is estimated that no players have come. At this time, he does not even have a guard, which is far different from the caves that are easy to pass through as described by the wild wolf.

What is the concept of eighth level, but Wuming was not surprised at all, because he had already obtained such information from the two wild wolves. Not only here, but also in other cave entrances are eighth level existences, so ordinary players, even if there are many, want to It's not easy to get through. This kind of behavior depends entirely on luck. Even wild wolves don't dare to take risks.

So Wuming stopped at this time and did not take a step forward. He just looked at it carefully. As expected, just like the information he had received, this clay monster king had a green line on its body, and one end of the green line was inside its body. The other end was inserted into the ground. It was this thing that restricted the king's movements. He was in a safe zone.

"Boy, since you have chosen this path, why don't you move forward?" The clay monster let out a faint laugh. It was obvious that too few people chose this path, making it rare for him to meet a player, so they had a conversation. interest of.

"Dear clay monster, I have brought enough sacrifices." Wuming smiled, and then the coffin floated to his shoulders, and a series of soul beads flew out.

Seeing this, the clay monster was immediately overjoyed, but Wuming couldn't understand the expression.

All the soul beads flew out, and the number had already exceeded one thousand, close to two thousand. However, Wuming couldn't use them anywhere else but here, so they all flew out and flew towards the clay monster king.

"Okay, okay, okay." The clay monster king was overjoyed. A big mouth suddenly appeared from the mud, and these soul beads were quickly sucked in. Then the clay monster's body grew taller, and seemed to have a black color. of brilliance.

Seeing the clay monster absorbing the soul beads, Wuming walked forward with satisfaction, knowing that the journey was safe, at least in the territory of the clay monster city. This was the first level.

Wuming quickly walked to the clay monster king and had no intention of staying, but the clay monster king suddenly said directly: "Stop."

Wuming was slightly startled, but still stopped. He did not dare to rush out in front of the eighth-level clay monster king. After all, there were no other players and he was the only target.

"Although no one has passed me for a long time, and I am very grateful, but due to the rules, only one person with a thousand soul beads can pass safely. If you are close to two thousand, let your kid pass two, and the others, huh !” Clay Monster King said this, his tone was very clear, not only the nameless person passed this time, but also many others.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and hurriedly explained: "I am the only one, the others have not been killed yet, they are just trapped temporarily."

The clay monster king was obviously very spiritual. At this time, the surface of the clay squirmed and transformed into a clay figure exactly like Wuming. Then the clay figure also laughed and said: "Okay, okay, according to the rules, one thousand more soul beads, you You can get a seventh-level clay monster statue, but if you use these people as a sacrifice to me, I will give you a seventh-level clay monster statue for every hundred people. How about it? You still have more than 500 people there. Don’t waste it, of course these clay monster statues can only be used here, if you leave or die, they will return.”

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, no matter how good things happened to him, for every thousand more soul beads, he could have one more seventh-level subordinate, and if he used it here, it would be more valuable than the seventh-level subordinates he would always have in the outside world. , after all, seventh-level troops cannot be brought here.

Those two wild wolves probably don't know either. Even they will not kill everyone after getting a thousand soul beads. After all, if they really offend the public, those players will not hesitate to kill even the wild wolves. Hard to end well.

"Okay, it's settled." Wuming said at this time, patting the coffin and throwing out the players one by one.

At this time, the clay monster king changed again after turning into an unknown shape. As the clay on his surface rolled layer by layer, his real skin was revealed. This was not clay, but skin. At this time, this clay monster The strange king once again changed from the clay-shaped Wuming to the real Wuming, but there was a green silk thread wrapped around his waist, tying him up.

Looking at himself in front of him, Wuming felt something strange. It was like looking into a mirror, but different. However, he was also cautious, but he didn't know that it was precisely because of the clay monster's affection for him. If it hadn't been for Wuming over the years, He was the only one of the few players who came in to bring him a lot of energy, and it was impossible for him to improve his favorability twice in a row. Of course, this was also because no one came in for too long, and the Clay Monster King couldn't hold it any longer. After a few more Years later, he will be sucked dry by this branch like other disappearing holes and turned into energy, and this hole will naturally disappear.

There used to be so many holes here, but as time goes by, a few will remain.

There were not many players that Wuming had just started to release through the coffin. However, as soon as these players came out and landed on the ground, the ground swallowed them up like a swamp. It was far less stable than the one he could step on, so soon they were no longer there. Slowly, but throw all these players out.

Some players can fly, but after coming out, their ability to fly is obviously prohibited, so they can only fall down and be swallowed up like other players.

After these players were quickly swallowed up by the dark and rotten ground, Wuming sighed, no wonder no players rushed towards this hole, not only the poisonous mist, but also the ground here allowed those players to survive, and they were unable to fly. After several experiments, This time, it is estimated that no player will pass through here again, unless they have thousands of soul beads like themselves, but this is extremely rare.

After devouring those players, the clay monster seemed to be in better spirits. He stretched out his hand, and suddenly his entire arm fell to the ground, and transformed into clay again, with a sprout on his head. -1,000,000 hp, and then it recovers at 10,000 hp per second.

"In my name, come out, tribesman." Following his voice, the clay on the ground squirmed, forming a strange shape. The shape emitted a light black light, and clay monsters appeared one after another. .

The mark of the wolf head flashed between Wuming's eyebrows. Good guy, the twenty clay monsters that appeared were actually divided into two teams. Both were led by a seventh-level elite. The others were also seventh-level existences. The Clay Monster King is worthy of being a clay monster. King.

At this time, the clay monster king's arms had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time these seventh-level clay monsters appeared, he had fully recovered, and he quickly pulled out a few pieces of flesh from his body and threw them out with shaking hands. , of course, every time he pulled out a piece of flesh, he would spend ten thousand blood, but he would fully recover after a second.

The seventh-level clay monster that was hit by the piece of meat turned directly into a palm-sized statue. Soon six statues appeared. The clay monster king picked up these statues and handed them directly to Wuming.

At this time, Wuming naturally took it over without politeness.

But the moment he took it, he heard a prompt, and half of the statues in his hand disappeared, leaving only six. There was no way, this was the price for entering here. Although other players could easily come in, but he couldn't You know, you can only come here at a high price.

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