Chapter 2937： Yellow mud stack lost

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Fan Jiquan shouted angrily: "Sorry for help? The nearest shafengkou is also a hundred miles away from us. Once and again, Huang Niduo has long been lost!

Besides, maybe there are also Dire tribes attacking at Shafengkou, where will they send troops to help us? Don't talk nonsense, just hold it back to me. "

Although Fan Jiquan said so, Fan Mingchuan sent a hand down to call for help. He said in heart that even if Huang Niduo was out of guard, he would do everything he could. If Shafengkou did not send people over, the defenders of Shafengkou would also share part of the responsibility.

At this point, the nightmare had only a few dozen feet away from the top of the mountain, and the nightmare began to release nightmare gas.

On the one hand, the coalition forces had to prevent the inhalation of nightmare gas, on the other hand, they had to stop the nightmare's attack, and they immediately became confused.

Fan Jiquan looked bad at the big event, and even ran away!

He was the leader of the defending coalition forces. In this run, the coalition forces under him suddenly lost their love for war. In spite of Fan Mingchuan's roar in the back, he also ran away behind Fan Jiquan.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, Fan Mingchuan had to withdraw a small group of people from the top of the mountain. When he was about to escape, several night beasts had washed down from the top of the mountain.

Fan Mingchuan discovered that although the nightmare that first rushed down had no wings, it had a pair of flesh wings, enough to support them from sliding down from the top of the mountain without being injured.

These flesh-winged nightmares are extremely fierce. They form a wall of meat, cutting off the coalition.

Fan Jiquan regretted this in his heart, and knew this already, just retreating earlier! He doesn't care what his reputation is as shit, and his life is better than anything.

At this time, the large troops of the Nightmare also rushed down from the top of the mountain, headed by a handsome man.

The man smiled at the coalition forces, and the female monks suddenly felt trembling. If they were not suppressed by spiritual force, they might have been thrown into the arms of the man involuntarily.

Even Fan Jiquan had a sudden thought, feeling that this man was more beautiful than the female disciple of Yuanzong, and his eyes were slightly confused.

Fan Mingchuan saw his father's lackluster, gritted his teeth, and shouted at the man: "Your nightmare has promised that our human race will never invade. Are you afraid of being punished by Heaven?"

The man smiled slightly: "The relationship between our nightmare and your human race is like a lion and a tiger. There is no truth that no one is more noble and lower, just weak meat and strong food!

At the beginning, your human race was strong, so our nightmare could only curl up in the extreme west. Now that our nightmare is stronger, what can we do to regain our territory with our strength? ! "

Fan Mingchuan didn't know how to refute the man's words for a moment, so he said palely and weakly: "Anyway, you are betrayal, if you back away now, we have nothing to happen, otherwise, you will regret it . "

The man still said with a smile: "You may have made a mistake. Now that you are the turtle in the urn, it is you who should surrender. You surrender now, surrender to our nightmare, voluntarily become our slaves, the young master can promise to spare You are not dead. "

"Don't you think! Will our monks become slaves to your nightmares ?! Let's die!" Fan Mingchuan released a Lingli Panther directly to the man.