People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 35 Enemies meet on a narrow road

"Yongen, why don't you leave?" A big question mark appeared on Hammer's smart little head.

However, Yongen did not answer him immediately. Instead, he found a relatively hidden place in the dense jungle, punched a big pit, and then pulled Hammer and jumped into the pit, saving his life. With the help of divine power, dozens of branches and leaves were formed to cover the deep pit.

After doing this, he said seriously: "Hammer, we still have at least nearly ten million miles to go to Tianfeng City. There are countless bandits scattered along the way. If we just rush on like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to use it." How long will it take before you are targeted by robbers? If you are lucky, you will lose all your wealth. If you are not lucky, you will lose your life! "

"Yongen, we are both mid-level gods. Do those bandits dare to rob us?" Hammer said with an incredulous expression, taking it for granted.

"Hammer, have you forgotten what happened when we met?" Yongen said speechlessly. This Hammer really doesn't have a long memory.

After what Yongen said, Hammer remembered what happened a few years ago, and then he smiled innocently to resolve the embarrassment.

In hell, although the middle gods have certain qualifications to make a career, these qualifications are only available to those middle gods who are infinitely close to the upper gods and even have the strength of the upper gods.

As for the strength of Yong En, although they are comparable to ordinary high-ranking gods in terms of attack power, they are far behind in other aspects.

Once they encounter a slightly more powerful upper god, their weaknesses will be too obvious.

If you want to brave hell in a truly upright and upright manner, you must have the strength of a high-level god even if you are not a high-level god. Otherwise, you may be killed by bandits along the way one day.

"Then Yongen, how can we get to Tianfeng City if we stop here?" Hammer once again found something suspicious.

"During the day, those bandits are very rampant. But at night, there will be much fewer bandits. The light at night is very dim and affects the vision. As long as we try to cover our way and not be detected by the gods on the spot, we can almost avoid most of them. Risk. And those bandits also know this, so they rarely come out to rob at night. At dawn, we will find a hidden place to practice, and then set off on the road at night. "

Hiding by day and coming out at night is Yongen's strategy for traveling based on the original work.

Although this method of traveling is clumsy and greatly affects the efficiency of traveling, it is better than safety.

In hell, for the weak, safety is more important than anything else.

"Hey, why didn't I think of it? Fortunately, I have you, Yongen, otherwise I don't know how many times I would have died." Hammer also thought about it, and after a haha, he started practicing. He had just made a breakthrough. The Median God has not been around for long, and it is the time when it needs time to consolidate.

Upon seeing this, Yongen took on the role of reconnaissance. The power of his soul suddenly enveloped the two of them, trying to cover up their auras, and then used part of his mind to deduce the moves in his soul's mind.

While deducing the moves, he carefully sensed the nearby disturbances.

Ten days later, somewhere in the red maple plain, Murphy, wearing a blue robe, was extremely agitated.

As the second leader of the Bofi Bandit Group, which was famous in this area a thousand years ago, since the battle a few years ago, he has felt that his life has been unfavorable, and his work has been even more difficult.

Especially in the battle with Larson of the Efeng tribe, his eldest brother Bophy was directly wiped out. Although he escaped with superior speed, his soul was damaged. .

The trauma to his soul greatly reduced his strength. He originally had the strength of a five-star demon, but now he could only display the strength of an ordinary four-star demon.

Although he could slowly heal the scar with the power of his soul, it would take too long.

This also resulted in him having to lead gangs of robbers to rob more frequently, in order to accumulate wealth in exchange for medicine to heal the wounds of his soul. But who would have known that after that battle, he felt as if he had been bowed down, and the passers-by he met were either high-level gods or poor ghosts.

In the past, he and his eldest brother Bo Fei relied on their strength to rob metal beings belonging to higher gods, and were able to accumulate nearly ten million in wealth in just a few decades.

Now, Murphy, who is alone and seriously injured, naturally does not dare to rob the metal life of the upper gods, and the middle gods and lower gods passing by are all poor. In recent years, his income has not even been worth one million ink stones. Not even that. If this continues, I don’t know how many years it will take to buy medicine to heal my soul.

After all, medicines that can effectively heal the soul are extremely expensive in hell, and their value is calculated in units of hundreds of millions.

The wealth he had accumulated before was placed in the hands of his eldest brother Bophi, but his eldest brother died a few years ago, and the wealth he accumulated over the years was also collected by Larson.

His strength was greatly reduced and his career was not going well, which made Murphy's temper become even weirder. Even many brothers in the bandit group did not dare to touch his brow.

The atmosphere in the bandit group was strange. Hundreds of gods were scattered around, looking into the distance. Each one of them stared with wide eyes, and at the same time they were constantly adjusting their positions to spread out their spiritual consciousness to explore.

Hundreds of gods formed a detection network, and conducted all-round exploration of the surroundings bit by bit.

Not far away from them, Yongen and Hammer were lying on the plain, covered with a large amount of red maple grass to cover their bodies.

"What should I do, Yongen?" Hammer said anxiously through the voice transmission from his spiritual consciousness.

Yongen couldn't help but feel his heart sinking after hearing this. In the past month, they had not encountered any danger according to the idea of ​​staying in day and night, but they happened to encounter a group of robbers like wolves and tigers in this maple red plain.

If Yongen remembered correctly, this was also the place where they encountered bandits last time.

Thinking of this, Yong En was startled, "It can't be such a coincidence."

Yongen did not dare to continue thinking about it, sensing the bandits getting closer and closer, but Yongen had no choice but to pray that these bandits could not detect them.

"Keep quiet. The maple red plain is covered with red maple grass several meters high. These bandits may not be able to detect us."

Time passed minute by minute, and these long seconds were more torturous than Yongen's past twenty years.

Finally, the breath of this group of robbers disappeared from their perception, and they both took a breath at the same time.

However, hundreds of bandits did not hear this faint gasping sound, only the strange-looking Murphy heard it clearly.

"Hey, there are actually some fish that have slipped through the net." He looked amused, and with a slight tilt of the corner of his narrow eyes, he finally saw the bulge thousands of meters away through the countless giant needle grass.

Immediately, Murphy radiated his consciousness and explored the slightly raised flat land, "Two median gods? Not bad, not bad."

(End of this chapter)