The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

"Junior, you are too arrogant!"

Dozens of Jindan monks, following the furious Yuanying monk, rushed directly towards the mecha of the Astartes team.

In an instant, countless thunderous means were used. Their plan was to directly destroy the mechas in front of them, and then rush into the abandoned mountains and directly massacre a group of humans from the Interstellar Alliance, forcing Wei Yuan to come out and let Wei Yuan know how powerful they are.

But the mecha that was just shattered by a palm was put into a space storage device by the people inside the next second.

Ying Luoma Zong was wearing heavy armor and started a violent physical attack.

He was tall and had the strength of level twelve. Although he was nearly five levels behind the Nascent Soul cultivator, he did not hesitate at all. He gripped his giant sword tightly and chopped it horizontally, approaching the Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Oh, so what if you have a strong body? Without the cultivation of your soul, you are ultimately just a mortal.” The Nascent Soul cultivator sneered, and a powerful soul force burst out. With the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage alone, he was able to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and forcibly stopped Ying Luo Ma Zong three steps away, and killed him with one blow.

After the flesh and blood scattered, the Nascent Soul cultivator raised his hand and called towards his flesh and blood: "I have seen the images of those invading humans. It seems that you have a substitute technique, right? Then let me see if you can be resurrected after extracting your soul!"

He approached Ying Luoma Zong's body, and the vigorous power of heaven and earth surged, grabbing towards the place where the soul should appear.

Got it empty.

At the same time, a fist as big as a casserole hit the back of his head.

Ying Luo Ma Zong's huge biceps instantly clamped the Nascent Soul cultivator's neck. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator's body could not withstand such a powerful force. His face flushed and he slapped his palm backwards.

Snapped!

With a full-strength blow, a bloody hole was directly punched in Yingluomazong's abdomen.

But Ying Luomazong, who was about to die, sneered and lowered his head, leaned over and growled in his ear:

"A mage versus a berserker. You dare to fight him in close combat? This is you!"

The hand, which had no strength left, slowly gave the old Nascent Soul cultivator a thumbs up, and then instantly turned into a soulless body.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was shocked and pushed the corpse away. The next second, the familiar throat lock appeared...

In a large group.

The players were chatting happily, and some were posting videos of monks coming to attack. Someone else was posting a video of Ying Luo Ma Zong going berserk and fighting against the old wizard.

"The Astartes team was so cool. Samantabhadra directly competed with that Jindan monk for resources. It was so cool. The machine gun burst out and the Jindan monk's protective formation was blown up one by one. In the end, he was directly blown unconscious. It made me laugh."

"Are these monks really treating us as a new instance without a boss in charge?"

At the same time, Ying Luoma Zong also opened the group chat.

In his hands, he was dragging a Nascent Soul cultivator who had been strangled unconscious, and the ground was filled with corpses that he had not had the time to collect.

A level twelve corpse is very valuable.

Ying Luo Ma Zong panted and recovered all his assets.

At the same time, the battle in the air was coming to an end.

Several Jindan cultivators wanted to escape, but were stopped by the onlookers.

Ying Luoma Zong: "Temporarily rent a room, drain the spiritual energy from the air, build a prison, and then recruit hundreds of actors, those who can act, come and discuss it. It would be best if this old guy could be deceived to the point of collapse."

Whiteboard: "Raise your hand!"

Four: "Hahahaha, Zuowangdao is applying to fight."

Zuowang Dao—Hongzhong: "Add one."

This news has just been sent out.

The group of players were excited. Originally, this dungeon was very attractive to players of Zuwang Dao. However, after arriving here, Brother Yuan ordered them not to cause damage. Several Zuwang Dao players turned around and ran to other dungeons.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Yingluomazong started recruiting people, and they teleported over with a smile on their faces.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva rented a prison, Song He and others began to buy equipment to extract spiritual energy, and by the way, they saw some players selling forbidden formations in the mall.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva waved his hand and bought them all.

Then spread it all over the basement of the prison.

In an instant, in this place that had been set up as a prison cell, not only did the spiritual energy in the air disappear, but all the spiritual energy began to become sticky and could not be used.

After throwing the old Nascent Soul monk in, Ying Luoma Zong sent a message in the group chat:

"I only have one request, trick him into breaking down. As for how you do it, I don't care, just make sure he doesn't escape from prison."

Whiteboard: “It’s packaged.”

The Crow Priest looked at the lively group chat and couldn't help rubbing his hands: "Start the live broadcast, brother, start the live broadcast."

After sending the message, the Crow Priest followed the Ninety-Nine Years Old Fugitive and teleported to a new world.

A gust of wind blew, and the grass as tall as a man swayed like waves.

The Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Fugitive were both directly replaced with insect skins.

"Wow, is this the Zerg's ancestral land? Such tall grass!"

The Crow Priest opened his eyes wide, spread his wings on his back, and flew up into the sky. When he was halfway up in the air, he discovered that this was an endless grassland, and at the edge of the grassland was a large forest.

Is he still on the run at the age of ninety-nine? As soon as he landed, he started contacting the oil thief and the others.

But at this time, neither Mao Wuhu nor Daoyoupo nor anyone else responded to the message.

"How strange, they can't be offline." The Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Fugitive frowned.

At this moment, a huge black projection blocked the sunlight.

The Crow Priest looked up and saw a gigantic longhorn beetle, one of whose legs alone was as big as a human.

The Crow Priest fell rapidly and hid in the grass with the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive.

"Wow, we're not going to be killed right after we get here, are we? My hive isn't here."

"Hide, hide. I'll call you a second later. You're so high, aren't you afraid of being caught and eaten?"

The giant longhorn beetle's wings vibrated at a high frequency, blowing the grass all over the place.

The Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine Year Old Fugitive quickly grabbed the grass roots around them, stuck to the ground, and buried their heads in the soil, trying to get away with it.

"A stray larva in the wild?" The spotted longhorn beetle had long antennae. It lowered its head and pointed at the crow priest and the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive with the tips of its antennae. "Is it a larva from the Carapace family? Did it awaken naturally in the wild?"

"Can you talk, little ones?"

After a systematic translation, both of them understood the Zerg language.

The ninety-nine-year-old man on the run raised his head and made eye contact with the Crow Priest.

She first looked towards the giant spotted star beetle.

The antennae of the giant longhorn beetle trembled slightly and touched them, as if trying to comfort the frightened stray kids.

"Don't be afraid, you have come to my territory, I will protect you."

"Now climb onto my back and I'll take you to my plantation. You must be starving."

The antennae of the spotted longhorn beetle poked the crow priest's butt, urging the two little bugs, which seemed to be unable to speak, to get on his body.