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"The waste from Daoba was fucked. It seems that the person who brought the Moshuang seal was not an ordinary person."

By the forest where Moshuang Mountain entered the mountains, a group of guys wearing cool "fur" and messy faces were gathered together and whispering.

The light of the evening dusk shone down the claustrophobic forest, and a trace of afterglow illuminated the corners, but it seemed that it had deliberately avoided the group of guys brewing conspiracies.

Judging from the dressing, this group of people should be tribal warriors in the Damian Forest of the Southern Wilderness, and they are also branches of the human race in the Southern Wilderness, and they appear in the East Land at a very rare time.

I just don’t know why they ran to Moshuang Mountain.

"The young chief has arrived at the mountain gate. This time we must join the immortal gate and achieve immortality. We are all warriors in the tribe, and the only task we have to stay here.

It is to stop others from interfering with the young chief.”

The leader of a group of people threw a few pieces into his mouth to eat. The guy with a hideous bone bow on his back said to the people around him:

"If we can help the young chief win the seal that we can get directly started, it would be even better.

Everyone knows how much is the sword tyrant? He doesn't even dare to enter the mountain. He is just a coward who relies on bone tools to show off his power. But since the person who comes is powerful, let's not disturb him for now.

As far as I know, there are other people lying in the mountains.

Local casual cultivators from Fengming Kingdom and travelers from the east land were also staring at the Moshuang seal that could be obtained without trial.

Want them to bite the dog!

We good hunters from the Great Manglin forest also have bone tools given by the tribal wizard in our hands, so we waited for the opportunity to catch them all in one go!”

As soon as the hunter, who was in charge of the bone bow, finished speaking, a wave of depressing praise sounded around him.

"Okay, this is a good idea!"

"Wusun, you are worthy of being the best hunter, we all listen to you."

The excitement of the group was considered a bit strategic, but they did not notice that a "little bee" was parked there on the branches a few meters away from the place where they gathered.

Whenever the light in the forest shines on this little thing, a faint metallic light will flow through it.

Two miles away, Jiang Xia, who was carrying a semi-automatic heavy sniper, was fiddling with something. He pretended to weave a headband for himself with a blade of grass.

It was squatting behind a rock, and there was still a dazzling stain of blood not far away.

Lao Jiang was holding a mortar barrel in his hand and humming a song quite happily.

As soon as he looked up, a virtual ballistic was outlined in the slightest vision of his left eye.

In the frequency bands in my mind, the holographic images of the "best hunters in the Great Mandarin Forest" are clearly projected, just like listening to a conversation.

Listen to every word they "conspired loudly".

He followed the instructions of the fire control system and fine-tuned the orientation of the muzzle.

Then he showed a strange smile, grabbed it with his left hand, and a cone shell with double spiritual engravings with "spirit gathering explosion" and "weak" was caught in his hand.

The chip will issue instructions in the next moment.

The bee drone lying on the branches flew quietly and flew towards another suspicious place marked by Ruyue, without disturbing these good hunters who were preparing to evacuate throughout the journey.

Five seconds later...

"Swoosh"

Elongated sound.

Like an unknown roar falling from the sky, it is like a ghost of hell whistling down, trying to cover the fear of bloodthirsty and killing creatures.

A group of hunters from the Southern Wilderness tribe raised their heads foolishly. The one named Wusun responded the fastest, probably from the perception of a good hunter.

At this moment, he gathered his strength and jumped far away as he stood still, howling and jumped out. The pale bone device in his hand also burst into white light, pushing him to jump out more than ten meters away.

"boom"

The fire rising behind illuminated the dark mountains and forests in an instant.

Like a torch burning in the dark.

The "spirit gathering explosion" on the surface of the shell was engraved on the moment it fell to the ground, sucking enough spiritual energy around it, transforming this unscientific force into the kinetic energy of the secondary explosion.

The fragment was pushed and swept across all directions, forming another impact in the explosion air wave, and cutting off all existences within fifteen meters of the landing point.

In just a moment, a broken green light was connected.

The fierce shock wave was even more powerful and punched Wusun, pushing him out.

The bone device in the hand illuminates again and then it breaks.

This thing protected him twice, but unfortunately, it couldn't protect the hunter for the third time. Wusun rubbed his dizzy head and got up from the ground.

He looked back and the hunters of the tribe were lying in the explosion pit that emitted smoke, and their bones protected them from death.

However, under the double impact of the grenade, the injury is inevitable.

There is also the "weak" engraving that dissipated with the explosion, which made these fierce guys turn like incompetent sheep, and it was difficult for them to get up in the blood of their heads.

"careful!"

The hunter grabbed the bone bow behind him, pulled the string and hit three arrows in an instant, shouting vigilantly, wanting to rescue his companions, but as soon as he raised his feet, a chill rose in his heart.

He instinctively lifted the bone bow in his hand.

"Bang"

This bone bow, made of strong demon bones, was exploded from the center by the bullets shot in front of him. Wusun was pushed down in a mess, and his hands were covered with blood that was broken by fragments.

He raised his head.

A faint red light lit up from the hillside high in front of him. The spot of life-seeking light hit his heart, like a mark of death.

It's even more like a cold and humorous joke.

Wusun knows.

This is a warning.

He didn't even see the attacker.

But this hunter knew that he had become a poor prey in front of the good hunter's bow.

"Three hundred steps southeast, a group of scattered cultivators are chasing my companions, going, and leading them over."

A hoarse voice sounded in Wusun's ears.

The tone is gentle.

But with no doubt.

Wusun did not move.

Then, he saw the red light and moved to the forehead of his wailing companion.

"You can't go, as long as you don't care about their lives, I'm not losing much anyway, right?"

The voice said again with a smile.

The good hunter in the Damang Forest gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out seven hundred steps southeast, as quick as a monkey.

After he left, Jiang Xia stood up from the hiding place.

He used the chip to fine-tune the three bee drones flying, locked three targets, and calculated their routes and arrival time.

Lao Jiang ignored the group of wailing guys on the ground and did not even stop them from running away.

These are just strong mortals who hold bone devices.

Not his goal.

Seven or eight seconds is enough for Lao Jiang to drink water and take a breath.

Then raise your left hand, bounce the bionic material on your wrist, shooting out a metal coin-like thing, and passing a trajectory in the air.

The shiny gadget fell into the grass below, and outlined a vivid figure in the blue light, exactly the same as Jiang Xia.

Holographic projection bait.

Roger gave him a new gadget to the prosthesis.

Lao Jiang glanced at the semi-automatic heavy sniper in his hand, shook his head, threw the insufficient firepower into the ring, and took out a string of blue hand beads.

Injecting spiritual energy into the exquisite mirage beads that the wool bought, the wind suddenly rose around.

Soon, the jungle became quieter.

The optical masking module is activated again.

Let him integrate into the dark environment around him like a chameleon, and use the operation of magical martial arts to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body and make his breath become long and silent.

Even my heartbeat slowed down.

The chip in my mind is positioned through three bee drones, digitizing the environment within a thousand meters around, and outlining the battlefield projection.

More than a dozen marked life forms.

They were moving towards this side from three directions. Their life signals were strong, like flames, and they were obviously not mortals.
To be continued...