Chen Mo, the liver emperor for ten years, finally became the 175-level five-player boss in "Fantasy Westward Journey".
The warehouse is full of magic elixirs, babies are swarming with mythical beasts, and we are about to reach the pinnacle of retirement life——
By closing and opening his eyes, he was transported to the bloody apocalypse where the food chain collapsed and monsters were rampant!
Seriously injured and on the verge of death, hungry and cold, the beast's fishy wind has blown into his face.
In despair, the old scar on my left wrist burned!
The dreamy five-open interface like holographic projection is launched!
[Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill] Discard - the injury will be healed instantly!
[Sky-Splitting Battle Ax] Replacement - The magic weapon is in hand and the runes are flowing!
[Dragon Turtle] Released - the giant mountain beast roars to protect the Lord!
Drunken Life and Dreams of DeathSmash it down——Put the top quality wine on your waist!
Others struggle for half a loaf of moldy bread, while his luggage contains enough buns to feed a monster;
Others used pieces of rusty iron to tremble and block, while his levelless weapons were lined up in his warehouse waiting to be discarded;
Others are running away in despair in the tide of corpses. His baby pen is full of red Lianshan, Xumi Dharma pets, and listening beasts... Waiting to be released!
"Want to eat me?" Chen Mo carried a level 120 ax that never wears out, stepped on the dragon turtle's back armor, and smiled ferociously at the bone-armored tyrant who covered the sky and the sun:
"I have 25 spells and 25 double resistances! There are twenty carts of ring equipment in the warehouse, three warehouses of third-level medicine, and two carts of high-level beasts!"
"Come! Let dad see, it's the bones of the apocalypse -"
The blade of his ax ignited with dazzling light, and his roar echoed through the ruins:
"——It's still my dream warehouse, with faster cash withdrawals! Explode for me!!!"
