Doomsday Manor Owner

After they had just come out for a while, those foreign mutants had already arrived at the entrance to the ruins.

Looking at the fully armed and alert Chinese mutants, the foreign mutants also showed a solemn expression on their faces.

For these foreign mutants, the many forces gathered at the gates of the ruins are not afraid to underestimate them.

Although China has a large population, the population of the entire Europe and other Asian countries is still more than China.

These foreign mutants who arrived this time were all mutants above level three. In their country, even if they are not the lord of the survival base, they are still heroes.

The number of third-level warriors in China is not as large as this group of foreign mutants. They were killed dozens of city lords because of going to find trouble for Zhuang Lun, and now they are even more at a disadvantage.

Seeing that the entrance to the ruins was blocked, more than a dozen leading mutants walked out of the group of foreign mutants, each representing a country.

"We have no malice to come here, but we just hope to cooperate with you and explore and develop this ruins together!"

A blond and blue-eyed foreign man walked out, speaking poor Chinese, and looked at the many mutants in China with a smile.

The old men led by China just looked at the foreign mutants coldly and did not speak.

Hearing the words of the foreign old man, a majestic city lord standing behind the old man led by China showed anger on his face: "We in China have the ability to explore this ruins by ourselves, so you don't have to worry about it! You might as well please come back!"

"Haha, we people have been so far away, so we are not here to listen to your words! If we can't enter the ruins and explore them, wouldn't that be too regretful!"

As soon as the foreign old man finished speaking, all the foreign mutants behind him took out their weapons, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Zhuang Lun sat cross-legged on the ground, and thousands of figures appeared in his mind again, constantly using sword techniques.

With the experience of the last time and the many sword techniques of the previous sword formation, Zhuang Lun's speed of combining sword techniques has increased faster this time.

The figures in Zhuang Lun's mind were decreasing. In the end, there were only four figures left, each using a set of sword techniques, which was no worse than the sixteen sets of sword techniques.

"Let's go!"

Zhuang Lun stood up and said to Yuan He and Bei Batian.

After comprehension of this sword formation, the ruins were no longer of value to him even if they were unable to pass the third formation.

When they heard that they were going out, Yuan He and Bei Batian, who had been impatient for a long time, hurriedly followed. As for the ten plant warriors, they had already followed Zhuang Lun silently.

Just before Zhuang Lun walked to the maze, a passage appeared on the wall of the maze, leading straight to the entrance to the ruins.

When I saw the foreign mutants on the opposite side, I took out my weapons. The aura of the many mutants in China suddenly became erect and began to gather true energy or divine power in secret.

"This ruin has already belonged to our China, and it cannot be changed in just a few words! Why do we China fear your threat?"

The old man led by the Chinese mutant finally spoke at this time, expressing his tough attitude.

"good!"

"Why don't we fight!"

"With so many of us, are you still afraid of these hundreds of them?"

The Chinese mutants around them all cheered loudly. As long as there was a tough leader, how could they retreat?

"A bunch of waste actually dares to yell in front of us!"

Among the group of foreign mutants, a thin and short old man showed a sneer on his face, took out a black skull from somewhere, and gently brushed his right hand over.

Screams of screams immediately came from the surroundings, and many Chinese mutants immediately began to rot, with yellow pus flowing out.

"What a courageous thing. In my China, how can you be so arrogant like you!"

An angry shout came out, and at the same time, Qingcheng Mountain under his feet shook, and a talisman array immediately appeared at the foot of the thin old man, emitting golden light.

Under the golden light, many black smoke immediately appeared in the empty sky, twisting constantly in the air.

There was still some black mist entangled in the injured mutants and constantly drilling into their bodies.

Under the golden light, the black fog continued to disappear, and at the same time made sharp and harsh sounds.

"Ah--You dare to break my magic, you deserve to die!"

The thin old man had a distorted face, as if he was suffering some pain and hatred, looking at a thin middle-aged man among the Chinese mutants.

"Puff" The thin old man squirted out a mouthful of black blood and landed on the black skull in his hand.

The black skull immediately emitted a black light, and a huge centipede condensed into shape in the black light, swimming in the air and attacked the thin middle-aged man.

The thin middle-aged man snorted angrily, his hands formed seals, flying like a butterfly, and at the same time a piece of yellow talisman paper flew out of his hand.

Seeing the yellow talisman paper, the centipede's body immediately trembled slightly and its movements began to slow down.

"Since the discussion cannot be done, then I can only force myself to break through!" a low male voice said in English.

Following this, several round saw blades interlaced through the air, tearing the yellow talisman paper emitted by the thin middle-aged man into pieces.

Then he attacked the thin middle-aged man. Without the yellow talisman paper, the movements of the big centipede in the air suddenly recovered. Dozens of pairs of long feet swept in the air and rushed towards the thin middle-aged man.

"Do you bully the less with the more? There are quite a few people here!"

An iron rod suddenly appeared in front of the thin middle-aged man, knocking the flying round saw blades away, and then a magnificent man walked out from the side, blocking the thin middle-aged man behind him.

The big man was bare on his head and held an iron stick as thick as a peacock in his hand, as if he was angry with the Vajra.

"Master Tianhai, the talisman paper you used is too unreasonable. It will be broken by a few iron pieces!" The big man said with a smile, without any nervousness at all.

At this time, the centipede in the space had already pounced down and was about to fall on the big man, but the big man's face had no change, as if he had not seen it at all.

A sword light lit up like a clear spring, spreading in the air. The fierce centipede was divided into countless pieces of flesh by the sword light in just an instant.

"Jieming, you ask the elders in your sect to recite two scriptures to see if they will be torn apart by those iron pieces?"

A young Taoist priest walked over from the side, with sword eyebrows and eyes, and a sword in his hand was shining with a faint light.

When I saw this young Taoist priest, a bald man called Jie Ming, laughed and didn't respond. With the iron stick in his hand, he greeted the foreign mutants who rushed over.

The young Taoist priest was guarding in front of Taoist Principal Tianhai and did not rush out like Jie Ming.

Master Tianhai was sweating heavily at this time, and the seal techniques in his hand were constantly changing. As his seal techniques changed, the talisman array under the thin old man emitted even more dazzling light.

"kill!"

The light of the talisman array shone brightly, and the light condensed into several snake shapes, wrapping the thin old man in the middle and tugging it hard, and the thin old man directly turned into meat paste.

After dealing with the thin old man, Dao Hai adjusted his breath for a while, and after his face returned to normal, he also took out a sword.

"Let's go up, disciple!"

"Yes, Master!"

The young Taoist priest in front of Taoist Master Tianhai responded, held the long sword, and rushed out with Taoist Master Tianhai.

A big melee of thousands of people began. Faced with these mutants who were the lowest in strength and were also level 3 warriors, the Chinese mutants who were watching could not get involved at all and did not even dare to use their skills.

These foreign mutants generally have a numerical advantage. They came up with a few mutants working together to siege and kill those weaker Chinese mutants.

As the fight grew longer, the advantages of those foreign mutants began to gradually expand.

"Ami, four of them came here at once, making it very difficult for me to deal with!"

The iron stick in Jie Ming's hand forced a foreign mutant to retreat with the whistling sound of the wind. At the same time, he stomped on the ground with one foot. Several suddenly appeared ground thorns forced two foreign mutants to retreat.

However, at this time, the arc blade controlled by the fourth foreign mutant had already flown to Ji Ming's chest.