Chapter 1578

What's he doing?

Ding Ning had a deep doubt in his heart, and others looked at each other. They didn't know what the madman wanted to do. Why did he hurt himself?

Pop!

The loud whiplash sounded and lashed alawa hard, which made him stumble and almost fell to the ground.

"Play tricks, you can die."

Although the Lord of Warcraft didn't understand what he was doing, he was relieved when he stopped exploding. He rushed to him with great strides. He wanted to tear the madman who had ruined his good deeds to vent his anger in his chest.

Arawa was pale and twitched with pain, but instead of retreating, he rushed up to the Lord of Warcraft, spilling blood all over the way.

"Since you want to die, I'll help you."

The Lord of Warcraft had a bad temper. He seemed to have no fear when he saw Arawa. He still had a strange smile on his face that made his heart cold. It seemed to show his contempt for him. He immediately burst into a loud drink, and his fist as big as a bowl blasted at Arawa's head.

Boom!

As he wished, Arawa's head was smashed like a watermelon, and the red and white splashed on the Lord of Warcraft.

The Lord of Warcraft doesn't care at all. He stays with all kinds of wild animals all day. His mind is more inclined to wild animals. How can he care about this blood.

Boom!

A continuous slight tremor came from the ground, which stunned everyone. Is there an earthquake in the desert?

Ding Ning suddenly thought of something. His face changed. He took a deep look at Arawa's headless body and sighed. Unfortunately, such a brave, resourceful and loyal man.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and ran quickly in the direction of gruer's escape.

If he is right, the self explosion of Arawa and other guards is a conspiracy in itself. They are using their own blood to lure the king of the desert - the army of cannibals.

Just as sharks can smell the smell of blood a few kilometers away, these cannibal ants may also have such instinctive talents. The guards explode, and the smell of blood lures the cannibal ants from afar.

Then, Arawa did not hesitate to break his arms and jumped on the Lord of Warcraft, deliberately provoked him to kill himself and soaked the blood on him. Those cannibal ants would catch up with him when they smelled the smell of blood, which would make him worry about himself. He had no time to hunt down gruer. Of course, with good luck, maybe the Lord of Warcraft would be buried in the ant's belly.

Boom!

Not long after Ding Ning left, the whole desert set off a lot of huge sand waves like boiling sea water, swarming from all directions to Warcraft God and others.

"Is this a sandstorm?"

Warcraft Tianzun and others haven't reacted yet. They look at the crazy sand like a tsunami and mutter foolishly.

"No, it's an army of cannibals."

Mesa suddenly reacted and shouted in horror.

Their faces suddenly changed. Although their cultivation was not low, they trembled from the bottom of their hearts in the face of the cannibal ant army that could riot the whole desert.

"Run!"

The ice bear, who was always indifferent and had no superfluous expression, shouted in horror, threw off his feet and ran wildly towards the weakest direction of the dust riot.

The Lord of Warcraft and others also reacted and ran headlong behind the ice bear emperor.

Ah!

A scream came, and the Lord of Warcraft turned his head and glanced at him.

The sight scared him out of the sky. He wanted to make him run for his life.

Because he saw a yellow ferocious ant the size of a fist gushing out of the yellow sand like a tide and falling heavily on the last follower. In the blink of an eye, the follower became a bare white bone. The poor body protection spirit seemed to have no effect at all and was eaten away.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

A succession of screams came, and the Warcraft emperor sweated a fine cold sweat on his forehead, suddenly accelerated again, and even surpassed the ice bear emperor and rushed to the first place.

The ice bear emperor narrowed his eyes and felt very angry. This bastard, if I didn't want to take you as a lost dog in the past, where would you have a chance to bully.

What he can't tolerate most is that now the goods dare to run in front of him when running for his life. It's just that his uncle can't bear it. Therefore, the ice bear emperor stretched out his big hand like a palm fan, grabbed the Warcraft God's shoulder, pulled it hard, and left him behind.

"Big stupid bear, you want to die."

The frightened soul of the Lord of Warcraft almost didn't fly out. He took a look in his busy schedule. Fortunately, there were hundreds of followers at the bottom. He was relieved and angrily scolded the ice bear emperor.

"Ha ha!"

The great ice bear sneered twice, ignored him at all, and ran forward awkwardly with two big thick legs.

He knows a truth very well. He doesn't have to run past these cannibal ants, as long as he can run past others.

Speed is his weakness, so he will never allow anyone to run in front of him, even the Lord of Warcraft.

Everyone thought that he fled to Siberia to occupy land as king after he failed to compete with the Lord of Warcraft. In fact, that's not the case at all. The truth is very simple because he is lazy and likes to sleep comfortably in cold weather. The climate in South America is really not suitable for him, so he took the initiative to leave and go to Siberia to sleep with the bear lambs every day.

As for what the outside world says, he won't care. The Lord of Warcraft knows his strength very well. If he dares to talk in front of him and slap him in the face.

The Lord of Warcraft didn't care to get angry with him and continued to run wildly, but this time he always paid attention not to surpass the ice bear emperor. After all, he knew that although the body of the goods was large, his mind was not very broad, and he was very selfish and moody. He didn't care about other people's feelings at all.

Just as they fled all the way, at the edge of the desert tens of kilometers away from them, the vast crowd was staring at the wild dance of the yellow sand.

"It's spectacular. Is it a sandstorm?"

A female disciple of the saint asked naively.

"Maybe."

The Third Elder martial sister is standing side by side with elder martial brother Wan of the holy medical school. Hearing the speech, she replied uncertainly.

"It's a pity that the mobile phone can't be used here. Otherwise, if it is photographed and posted online, it will get a lot of praise."

A saint daughter disciple said with regret. It seems that the saint gate also keeps pace with the times. He even knows how to praise on the Internet and is not completely divorced from society.

The disciples of Saint sword mountain villa and Saint doctor's school are all straight and upright, but their careful thinking is betrayed by their eyes that always linger quietly on the slim figure of Saint daughter's disciples.

Meng Jianli glanced at elder martial brother Wan who was flirting with the Third Elder martial sister with envy and envy. He thought it was no wonder that Wanhe knew the ten thousand ant desert so well. It turned out that he had already hooked up with the Third Elder martial sister, ye Yingying, the leader of the saint's family.

There is no boy who is not affectionate, and there is no girl who is not in spring.

Although they are both disciples of the holy gate, their elders usually follow them in any activities. Even if they want to have an affair, they don't have a chance.

But this time, the elders did not follow their peers, but let them experience alone. Therefore, these young disciples finally released themselves. Where can they care about others, they all paid great attention to their goals. I hope this is a beautiful journey.

The girls of the saint and daughter clan usually have little chance to go out of the mountain, and the chance to contact young men is very little. At the moment, they have long been moved by the sweet words and feelings of these Saint brothers of the same age.

If they were not accompanied by too many people and were afraid of being laughed at, they had to maintain a reserved and dignified manner that women should have. I'm afraid these young Saint girls would have taken the initiative to throw themselves away.

"Younger martial sister Yingying, how can we go?"

Wanhe looked at yeyingying affectionately and asked softly.

Yeyingying enjoyed her sweetheart's tenderness. With a sweet smile, she took out a sheepskin map, looked at it, and pointed to the direction away from the "sandstorm": "fortunately, the location marked on the map is not within the scope of the sandstorm, we can go directly."

"That's good. Time is limited. Let's start now."

Wan he finished in high spirits. Seeing Meng Jianli's face a little unhappy, he smiled tactfully and said, "what do you think, younger martial brother Meng?"

Seeing that Wan he was not arbitrary and knew to consult himself, Meng Jianli felt much more comfortable. Then he squeezed out a smile: "I have no opinion. Senior brother Wan decided."

"Well, let's go..."

Wanhe raised his hand in high spirits. When he was waiting to greet the people to leave, he was stopped by yeyingying. He glanced at the group of Western warriors who had always followed behind them. His eyes showed a cold idea: "the map is ours. Why should people follow behind to pick up cheap? In my opinion, it's better to clean up those miscellaneous fish before starting."

"Yes, what younger martial sister Yingying said is very true. Can those foreign devils covet this Langya secret place?"

Meng Chien Li echoed. Although he was not an angry youth, he didn't like these Westerners.

"In that case, clean it up. We'll take the opportunity to get some number plates."

Wan he held his arm, sneered and glanced at the group of Western martial artists. He rushed to a disciple of the holy medicine sect and proudly ordered: "let those who follow us start to clean up their tails."

"What if they don't want to?"

The disciple was a little embarrassed.

"No?"

Wanhe sneered: "since you join this team, you must obey the orders of our three holy gates. Tell them if they don't do it, let them go back and forth from where they come and don't follow us."

"This... All right!"

The disciple was stunned. Seeing Wanhe's eyes narrowed and his face was unhappy, he hurriedly agreed and hurried to convey Wanhe's order.

At this moment, the team is not what Ding Ning saw before. There are only a thousand people. There are more than 2000 people on the Shenzhou warrior side, and nearly 2000 on the Western warrior side.

Wanhe pretends to be the leader of the three holy gates and wants to use sanxiu and xiaozongmen forces as cannon fodder. Although Meng Jianli feels something wrong, yeyingying and Wanhe are in love and have a hot affair, and he doesn't say much.

Sanxiu and xiaozongmen forces were very dissatisfied with the order, and there were some minor disturbances. However, due to the deterrence of the Sansheng gate, they finally compromised and rushed to the Western fighters.

Western warriors are not fools. They are always vigilant against Shenzhou warriors and welcome them without showing weakness.

The war was imminent without warning. There were endless shouts, screams, screams and howls. The blood quickly dyed the Yellow gravel on the ground, and filled with a strong smell of blood under the sun.

"No, they can't hold on. Those western fighters have strong combat effectiveness."

The saint doctor disciple who delivered the order before ran in panic and said anxiously.