Returning From Level 900

Several black-robed men with nosebleeds and pale faces took a few steps forward to support the crumbling leader.

The leader's condition is more serious.

Not only was there bleeding from the nose and mouth, but his eyes seemed to be blind. His eyes were half-open, and the right hand that resisted Mo Ran was drooping weakly, as if he had lost consciousness.

His expression was a little unacceptable.

While vomiting blood, he said loudly in disbelief: "Impossible! The high priest has read the latest information and analyzed it very clearly. Even the top tower climbers in your Eastern Continent can't hurt me with our current strength. A high priest!"

Mo Ran's body turned back to the ground with ease, and he was a little surprised when he glanced at the glove: "It's actually able to block the attack of the 700-layer unique treasure, you really can't underestimate the nervousness of the Western Continent!"

The man in black robe opposite was obviously stunned.

He couldn't help but wondered out: "Seven hundred floors? Isn't the highest seven hundred floors only 659?"

Wang Wen at the back smiled and said, "It seems that your information is a bit out of line."

"Don't try to fool me!" The leader closed his eyes and shouted like a gaffe: "How could the tower floor that you haven't changed in decades have improved so much in just a few months after Qin Dongbei died?"

Hearing this, Wang Wen narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Mo Ran snorted coldly, said "Stop talking nonsense", and threw his fist again.

"boom!!"

The center that had been blown up once again exploded, and the surging airflow around had nowhere to go, so it rushed straight into the sky, swaying the dense clouds above.

Mo Ran fluttered and fell to the ground.

Rubbing his fists, he sneered: "I can hit at least fifty more times with an attack like this. How long can you take it?"

Before he finished speaking, he punched his fist and rushed into the smoke again.

Chase and fight.

Not giving each other a chance to breathe.

But this time.

Mo Ran, who had just entered the smoke, suddenly appeared a hundred meters away.

Confused in a daze.

Wang Wen gently waved his scepter to teleport him back.

Mo Ran was furious.

Once again, thousands of sparks smashed into the position of the man in black robe.

An inconspicuous spike pierced covertly from within the smoke.

It was so hidden that even Wang Wen couldn't see it clearly.

Only Mo Ran, who was close at hand, could barely block it with his gloved hand with his super-high reflexes.

But the hardness and impact of the spikes obviously exceeded his expectations. The glove blocked the damage but couldn't stop the impact, and the spikes directly knocked him flying.

It flew over the heads of Wang Wen and the others from mid-air, and landed far where Brother Xiong and others had landed before.

This blow was a bit stunned.

He Di, who was not far away, saw this scene, shouted "Come on together!" to Jiang Zheng, Song Ping'an and others, and rushed towards the smoke.

The emotional crowd was stopped by a thick transparent barrier.

Wang Wen frowned at the smoke.

There is a powerful energy fluctuation inside.

There are almost more than 600 "Wang Wen" energies, which is twice as much as the one he once converted in the world inside the tower!

And it took less than half a day for him to leave the tower this time.

Even if the farts in the tower are still supplying, the number of divine powers accumulated in the body is only about less than one hundred.

Jiang Daoli moved to Mo Ran's side and lifted him up with a mechanical arm.

He Ji looked at Wang Wen suspiciously after being stopped by the barrier.

Wang Wen's eyes flashed, and he stared at the smoke and said, "There's a powerful guy here."

Everyone stopped.

Qi Qi watched the smoke slowly dispersing.

I saw a man in a red robe appeared in front of several scarred and embarrassed people in black robes.

Looking from the side, the figure is not tall, on the contrary, it is a little thin.

Several people in black robes fell down in excitement as if they had seen the backbone, shouting "High Priest" respectfully.

The red-robed man waved his hand lightly.

Wang Wen felt that the divine power of a few "Wang Wen" flowed into the black-robed man.

Afterwards, the injuries of several people in black robes were much better.

Unsurprisingly, it was another thankful flattery.

Wang Wen thought about it.

He also waved his scepter.

He vowed to quickly restore Mo Ran's minor injuries to normal.

The man in red on the opposite side seemed to feel it, looked up at Wang Wen, and asked aloud, "Are you Wang Wen?"

Everyone who heard the voice was obviously dumbfounded.

It's a soft female voice!

Wang Wen smiled and responded, "Are you the high priest?"

The red-robed man didn't seem interested in gossiping with Wang Wen.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to several men in black robes and asked Wang Wen, "Why did you hurt our people?"

Mo Ran, who had recovered from his injuries, stood up and snorted coldly: "This is the Eastern Continent, we played well in our own territory, and we didn't provoke anyone. They brought them up to ridicule them and look for a stinky fart to be beaten to death. !"

The red-robed man ignored Mo Ran.

As if the other party is not qualified to talk to him "she?".

As if unheard of.

Just staring at Wang Wen quietly.

Under the hood of the red robe revealed a pure white mask.

There are only two holes in the eye area on the mask, the other parts are tightly seamed, and even the air you breathe doesn't know where to get in and out.

Wang Wen looked at the mask for a while and said, "Because they steal."

"Northeast Qin?" The red-robed man looked down at the black-robed man, and after receiving a nod for a reply, he raised his head and said to Wang Wen again: "He is originally from our Western Continent, but he is just lurking in your east to collect information, we will take him back. Isn't it stealing?"

"It's pointless to argue about this when everyone is dead." Wang Wen said impatiently: "Just in time for you to come, your subordinate said that everything has to be decided by you, whether to return Qin Dongbei or hand over the use of divine power to choose one, of course you I don't mind giving them both."

The red-robed man inexplicably "haha" laughed twice: "Are you so good at spreading it yourself?"

"Of course you have to bring back the things you stole with your own hands." Wang Wen thought so. .

Too expensive.

In fact, he had already tried to use an oath to pass it back to Northeast Qin.

It was found that the consumption was huge, and the face said to charge fifty!

Plus the handling fee is as high as 100!

He himself only has more than 200 "Wang Min" in total, so it is too exaggerated to burn nearly half of it.

I don't know what means the other party used to save it, but it's so difficult to deal with.

The man in red on the opposite side heard what Wang Wen said.

nodded.

No more verbiage.

He waved his hand and pointed at Wang Wen lightly.

Immediately.

The earth shook, and the ground beneath Wang Wen's feet cracked and engulfed him.

The giant hand composed of energy lifted everyone into the air in time.

Above, there was a flaming meteorite the size of a playground falling turbulently.

Wang Wen held up a transparent barrier to resist.

The moment the meteorite fell, the energy drained like water, and nearly twenty "Wang Wen" were missing in an instant.

This is already equivalent to twenty times the power released by the explosion of the nuclear bomb launched by the six major consortiums!

Wang Wen frowned and waved his scepter to teleport everyone away from the area.

The location that appeared again actually had the same "cracking" attack.

It was as if the ground fissure collapsed and the meteorite from the sky had been bound to him, and he could not get rid of this wave of attacks without completely dispelling or offsetting it.

Wang Wen gritted his teeth, condensed the energy of nearly a hundred "Wang Wen" to become a little sun, and used the Nine Heavens Chongyang Technique learned in the tower to increase the destructive power of the energy several times, and slammed into the position of the red-robed man.

The red-robed man seemed to feel the terrifying power contained in the little sun.

He waved his hand and disappeared together with the man in black robe.

Wang Wen waved the scepter and passed the person back to get close contact with Little Sun.

As a result, a face floated out of the scepter to tell him that the energy was not enough, and that he needed at least one hundred people to pass the red robe, plus two hundred for the handling fee.

Wang Wen's face turned cold and he warned it: "You're doubling the handling fee at this time, aren't you a little out of touch?"

The face didn't answer much, and with a bang, he drilled back into the scepter.

Wang Wen pursed his lips and wrote it down.

If it hadn't been for the various oaths against the human face that had been tested and were forcibly cancelled by the human face breaking the rules, he would have "killed" this ghastly thing long ago.

It seems that if you want to engage this guy, you have to think of other ways~www.wuxiahere.com~ Wang Wen thought about it.

Change the content of the oath, since the red robe cannot be transmitted, then try to transmit the little sun.

Anyway, it's all close contact, and it's the same whoever sticks to whoever takes the initiative.

This time the oath was successfully fulfilled, perhaps because Little Sun belongs to Wang Wen's own energy, with zero resistance, and only less than two "Wang Wen" were deducted from the transmission consumption.

Counting the **** face fee, at most one is enough.

Wang Wen raised his head and glanced at the flame meteorite that was still persistently bombarding the transparent barrier and consuming his energy.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Binding attack? Who wouldn't?

The sky in a certain direction in the distance.

It suddenly went dark.