Chapter 42 Brush the Wild, Kill and Kill
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After giving Mo Shaojun and them a new state of refill, Huang Quan led a large group of monsters alone and began to soar through experience.
Not to mention.
With Huang Quanjia's divine assistance, the efficiency of Mo Shaojun's three people soared in an instant, and it was many times stronger than brushing outside outside.
The little bell, which has been busy adding blood, can finally free up his hands to output, and he can finally get a good experience.
The three of them, Mei Zizi are enjoying the brush of high experience, and Mei Zizi is waiting for the level to be raised.
Pity.
If it weren't for the monster experience, it would be distributed according to the degree of contribution, and with Huangquan's brushing speed, it would take the three of them to level 40 in minutes, which was absolutely unambiguous.
Not bragging!
No bragging!
24 million experience in an hour, if it is divided equally among four people, each person can share 6 million, and Mo Shaojun, who has the highest rank, is only 2 million experience from 25 to 26.
If this experience can be divided equally, at the end of the day, these three people can definitely be promoted to level 40, and they can definitely reach the second level.
Pity.
It can't be divided.
Pity.
The person who got this massive amount of experience was none other than Huang Quan, who had the experience of upgrading his father.
"Hmm, if you brush for another 25 hours, you should be able to upgrade to level 11!"
"Roar, rise to 11, eat nine turns, I want to rise to 13!"
Brush!
Brush wildly!
The four Terrans overbearingly occupied the third floor of the General's Tomb and began to experience the hurricane, and the poor Demon Clan players could only stay on the second floor, and they didn't dare to try the lower third layer at all.
Ten minutes.
Half-hour.
One hour.
Huang Quan, stopped.
No wonder.
The killing is too fast, the refresh speed of the three-layer monsters can't keep up, and there are more than a thousand kamikaze puppets at the door that have always existed, so that the three-layer monsters are in short supply.
Go to the fourth floor?
Don't go.
The fourth layer is full of intellectual magic puppets, which is not cost-effective.
Besides.
There's still something important to do.
Run!
Let Mo Shaojun and the three of them continue to brush the field on the third floor, and Huang Quan rushed towards the gate of the third floor.
Play the same old trick.
After going around in circles, leaving thousands of kamikaze puppets at the door to guard the door, Huang Quan, once again came to the second floor of the general's tomb.
It's been more than an hour.
The thousands of demon players who had gathered together to kill Huangquan had long since lost their patience and turned into pieces and began to farm.
"Fourth, don't look around, concentrate on brushing the wild!"
"Boss, you can't take it lightly, what if Huangquan appears again?"
"Yellow Springs? I bet that bastard must have gone back to town! ā
"That's it, it's been more than an hour, this guy must be gone!"
"That's it, fourth, don't be suspicious, hurry up and output!"
And so.
The fourth, believing it, let down his guard, waved his staff, and a bolt of lightning struck out.
Rumble!
Rumbling thunder, booming explosions.
"Huh? My lightning has mutated? Why is it so loud? ā
"Huh? How did I get on the ground? ā
"I'm rubbing, what's the situation?"
This fourth child, with a puzzled face.
This doubt is fixed on the face.
The fourth child, who was full of doubts, was already lying on the ground.
Thunderbolt mutation?
Hair!
It's a Thunderbolt Curse!
Boom Boom Boom ......
The five-member demon team that thought Huang Quan had returned to the city was defenseless and died tragically on the spot.
In fact.
Even if everyone is on guard, it will not escape the doom.
Preparedness?
In the face of the stealth state of Huangquan, it is useless to take precautions!
Pick up gear.
Devouring by the Transfiguration Blade.
Go on!
Taking a step, the Yellow Spring once again raged on the second floor of the General's Tomb.
Ten kills in a row.
Fifty kills in a row.
Hundreds of consecutive slashes!
ā¦ā¦
Finally.
The rampant Yellow Spring on the second floor has attracted the attention of the demon army.
"Ahhh
"Nima, isn't this guy back to the city, why are you here again!"
"Wiped it, where did this guy hide, I just wiped it and didn't find it?"
"Bastard, too arrogant, too bullying!"
"Kill him, you have to kill him!"
And so.
The demon players who had just brushed their own wilds once again formed a group and rushed towards Huangquan again.
Flash!
A random teleportation scroll, Huang Quan, flashed directly, and then, directly ran to the third floor of the general's tomb.
Not bad.
After wandering around the second floor for so long, I brushed more than 200 racial honors.
It's even more beautiful.
The third layer has been brushed with kamikaze puppets, and you can brush up on experience again.
Rush!
Not.
Complement status.
Whew......
Wielding his staff, he made up for Mo Shaojun's state, and then, Huang Quan was alone, leading a large group of kamikaze puppets and starting a rotation mode.
experience, starting to soar again.
After the hurricane, the monster is in short supply again.
Turn around.
Huangquan came to the second floor of the general's tomb again.
"Ahhh
ā¦ā¦
"Nima, this bastard has run away again!"
ā¦ā¦
"Ahhh
ā¦ā¦
"Wipe it, this place is haunted, I'm going to the first floor!"
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Poor demon player.
Hiding in the second floor of the brush field is not idle.
Every other hour or so, I have to be harassed by Huangquan once, and every time I harass, hundreds of demon players will die, miserable, really miserable.
This general's tomb is too close to the demon outpost.
Here, hundreds of demon players were killed by Huang Quan just now.
Over there, a group of ignorant Demon Clan players once again added in, bringing a lot of racial honor and artifact experience to Huangquan.
This rhythm is cool!.
Huang Quan is already going crazy.
Three stacks of binge farming experience.
The second layer is frantically brushing racial honor, and by the way, it adds some artifact experience to the Transmogrification Blade.
This efficiency does not delay both.
The day is already bright.
Time, it's already noon.
Night is gradually falling.
The night is already deep.
From morning to evening, under the leadership of Huang Quan, the four-member team of the Farewell Clan, in this general's tomb, can be regarded as earning enough experience.
Mo Shaojun has been promoted to level 27.
The Supreme Treasure is faster, holding the artifact Gentian Bright Silver Spear, the output is a cut higher than Mo Shaojun, and the experience is naturally more, and the latecomer is on top, and it has been promoted to level 27 and a half.
The little bell is not bad either, it has been upgraded to level 25.
As for the Yellow Springs.
Poor child.
On this day, I brushed down hundreds of millions of experience, but I still didn't meet the requirements for upgrading to level 11.
"Well, there's still 350 million experience left, and I have to brush for another 15 hours."
"Forget it, I'll be here today."
"Hey, the racial honor is enough to upgrade the level 4 team, well, I'll go and improve when I return to the city!"
"Now, quack!"
The time has come to ten o'clock in the evening.
After calculating the time, it has been almost twelve hours since the last death of the evil spirit general, and according to the law, this evil spirit general should also be refreshed.
"Let's go, let's meet this evil spirit general for a while!"
With a wave of his hand.
The four of them rushed towards the fourth floor of the general's grave.