Chapter 63 Monster Siege 2

Time is gone, and two months have passed since Han Ping and the four of them returned to the dungeon.

In the past two months, several people did not go to the mission tower to accept any tasks for two reasons: first, they are not short of money now; second, after knowing that the skills can also be divided into majors and paving, they all bought their own suitable skills and began to practice.

Han Ping already has the skill of the fire element and the space skill left by the space emperor, so naturally it is the last earth element skill; Li Yongqiang bought the skill of the fire element. Although Han Ping has the emperor's fire decision, he dare not teach it; Yang Lin cultivates the thunder element, so he still has the skill of the water element; as for Qu Ping He has known these things for a long time, so he can only practice silently.

Two months, it is definitely not long, but it is not short. With the talent of Han Ping and others, they have cultivated the skills they bought to the peak of their current realm, and Qu Ping and Li Yongqiang have also cultivated to the ninth level of soldiers. Although they have not reached the peak, they are not far from each other.

In the past two months, in addition to accompanying his parents, Han Ping spent more time communicating with Li Yongqiang and Qu Ping. Because Qu Ping's paving method is actually earth-based, while Li Yongqiang is fire-related, so he can naturally communicate well. It can be said that these two months of communication has made them three People's strength has made great progress. It can be said that if you meet the six-fold general in the snowflake beaver now, although it is invincible, it is definitely not as embarrassing as before. The progress of several people was seen by Yang Lin and scolded God for being unfair.

Yang Lin's complaint, Han Ping and the three listened to the middle finger. You have cultivated to the level of soldiers and there is a thunder tiger at the peak of the general as a mount, which is not enough.

Although he has two months of practice, Han Ping's practice has not increased. It is still the strength of the soldier's peak. He knows that he has encountered the neck screen now, which can't break through in a moment. He must need some other ways to help him break through, and all he can think of is fighting. Through endless battles, you can put pressure on yourself and break through, so that you are ready to take the task again.

"Little snake, where are you?" Han Ping got up this morning and found that the little snake that had been following him had disappeared, so he looked everywhere.

The life of the little snake is very strange. When Han Ping met it, it was in the magma pool in the volcanic forest. At that time, its color was cyan, which was no different from the famous poisonous snake bamboo leaves in peacetime.

After soaking in the magma pool for a while, it turned red, similar to the red earth snake next to the volcanic forest. At that time, Han Ping was curious.

In the past two months, Han Ping witnessed the strangeness of this snake.

When he returned to the dungeon for half a month, Han Ping fed the little snake an ice grass. Unexpectedly, the color of the little snake immediately turned white, and there was a terrible chill on his body, which was no worse than that of the civet.

Since the advent of the dungeon era, every time all mutants improve their body shape has become several times larger, even dozens of times. From the data, Han Ping has seen a thousand-year-old turtle in the ocean, and his body is nearly 10,000 meters huge. From a distance, it looks like a small island.

What made Han Ping speechless was that after eating the ice grass, the little snake's cultivation was obviously improved, but its body shape did not increase at all. Instead, it condensed a few inches, reminding Han Ping of a sentence: what is concentrated is the essence.

Two months later, Han Ping fed several different herbs to the little snake. As soon as he ate it, the color changed, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Basically, each color of the little snake changed once. Although they have seen it many times, the four of Han Ping looked surprised every time they saw it.

This morning, Han Ping got up and found that the little snake was not there, so he began to look for it, but after searching for a few hours, there was no news, and he began to worry. Until now Han Ping knew that the psychic snake also had a slight position in his heart.

In his heart, he was probably tired of the life in the dungeon, so he thought of going home. Han Ping went to the mission tower. After all, today is the appointment time for four people.

The torrent of the Dragon River lingered for thousands of miles. At this time, at the source of the Dragon River thousands of miles away, there were nearly a hundred figures standing in the void, and nearly 20 of them were wandering around them, and a terrible breath was transmitted in the space. It seems that there are nearly 20 emperors.

"Brother Qinglong, I don't know when you asked us to help attack the human northeast dungeon," said one of the tigers with terrible thunder.

"Brother Purple Tiger, don't worry. It's a big deal to attack human beings. We can't be sloppy. We still have to be ready before taking action," a hundred-foot green dragonfly raised his head and said.

"I said, Brother Qinglong, it's just a gathering place for human beings. What's so terrible? As long as Brother Qinglong's order, my mouse head will definitely kill the whole human beings with its own rat grandson." A mountain-sized mouse stood in the void, stepped on the void and said arrogantly. It seemed that he did not kill human beings. Keep it in sight.

"Ha ha, brother is naturally extremely powerful, but there are many strong people in human beings, and it is difficult to beat four hands, so it is better to make preparations, otherwise it is likely that the boat will capsized in the sewer." The cyan dragon waved its tail in the air and said slowly, but no one saw the sarcasm in his eyes.

"What Brother Qinglong said was that I was reckless with the weasel," the mouse said.

"Brother the weasel is too modest. This attack on human beings still depends on your brothers."

"Ha ha, Brother Qinglong, you and I are both orcs, and we should help."

"Yes, you're welcome, Brother Qinglong,"

"...", countless voices sounded, all pratling each other.

"I thank you all the brothers here first." The blue dragon also praised it, but it sneered in his heart. If it weren't for the huge wealth of his own family, there were several people here who could help their own family today. Thinking of the huge wealth, the blue dragon's face flashed with pain.

The time slowly passed in the praise of nearly 100 at least the kings. Almost hours later, a purple dragon flew to the green dragon and whispered.

"Haha, everyone, my dragon clan is ready to set out now to let him know the power of our orcs." The cyan dragon let out a fierce roar, and then an excited voice came out. This green dragon is also smart. If you say that it is powerful, you don't want to offend everyone. After all, it depends on others now. It's not good to offend.

"Kill, Kill Humans",

"Yes, human beings have killed many descendants of our clan."

"Haha, I'm going to kill a happy time this time"

"Humans, get ready to die,"

"...", countless voices sounded, and the murderous spirit suddenly swept the whole world, making the sky hundreds of miles shrouded in a blood-red color. It seems that there are indeed many orcs provoked by human beings.

Countless shouts came out, and the vast army of fierce beasts headed for the northeast dungeon.

In a confidential hall in the northeast dungeon, four figures stand in the void, observing an electronic screen nervously.

"What does the Jiaolong family want to do? Why are there so many strong people gathered there? There are nearly 20 emperors alone," an old man in his fifties said solemnly.

"Brother Luo, what do you think?" Another middle-aged man in his thirties also looked solemn and said to a teenager beside him.

The teenager seemed to be only 17 or 18 years old, but the vicissitudes of his eyes exposed his real age, and all three people in the room had a tendency to respect him.

"I don't know about this. Let's take a closer look. I have a bad feeling that maybe 50 years have passed and we will have another hard battle," the teenager said with a frown.

"How can it be? How many years have they not felt that their strength has not recovered?" The last person is a woman in her 30s, as beautiful as a flower and plump. I'm afraid that any man will have an impulse to hold him in his arms and love him.

"Look, those orcs have moved, and the direction is coming towards our northeast dungeon," said the first old man.

"Ask for help from other dungeons. All dungeons are the weakest in my northeast dungeon, and the strength of the fierce beast army is not something we can deal with, so ask other dungeons for help," the teenager said with a gloomy face and a frown.

"Issuing a war warning and summoning all the warriors to come back to deal with the enemy. I'm afraid there will be a bitter battle this time." Seeing several people preparing to act, the teenager added.

A war is coming like this.

(The second update, I will start the big station tomorrow, ask for support, it's better to collect it, hey, I almost forgot the content while writing a novel while watching movies, and I will never do this again)