I’m a God in an Online Game

Turning off the **** system panel, Meng Jingtian glanced at Zeng Shenyu: "Since you are now my god, what use is it?"

"Of course it is useful, the gods will not disperse, and the gods will follow you to the death of the lord god! What you mean is where my sword is going!" Zeng Shenyu said with a vow, patting his chest.

"Oh, first help me kill two level 50 or 60 god-level bosses!" Meng Jingtian nodded and instigated.

Zeng Shenyu looked stagnant, and said, "Hey, this won't work! The lowest level in the Heavenly Dao Academy is also 100, and if you want to kill people, the gods will cause you trouble."

"Then go to the lower realm to kill!"

"Nor, I still can't get to the lower realms now. I can only attach my spirit to the statue of Guichen Town and cast some spells on the area of ​​Guichen Town." Zeng Shenyu still shook his head.

"Then you just say what is your use?" Meng Jingtian said depressed.

Cai Minghou's two silver npc attendants can be taken everywhere to fight monsters!

"I can help you manage Guichen Town and worship faith regularly!" Zeng Shenyu replied without hesitation.

"Forget it, let's talk about when you can get to the lower bounds! Let's go! Open the door for me!" Meng Jingtian curled his lips and said with his fingers.

"No, Lord Lord, you don't have to be so polite!" Zeng Shenyu waved his hand hurriedly, hurriedly opening a door to the Profound Dragon Kingdom.

"Change to Firebird City!" Meng Jingtian said again after seeing the scene outside the door.

After stepping into the door, Meng Jingtian returned directly to Firebird City, outside the chamber.

He looked around like a thief, because it was directly sent back by Zeng Shenyu, but not many people noticed him, and immediately walked into the battle hall, secretly lined up the battlefield, and planned to practice level.

"Ding! The match is successful! Whether to join the battlefield of Yongshan!"

"Join!" Meng Jingtian entered the battlefield without hesitation.

This time, he has become a lot more proficient, and he is no longer the same Xiao Mengxin a few days ago.

"Please win! It's almost a feat to buy a purple outfit!"

"It's impossible to win. It's impossible to win in this life. Only by lying down can I live a life like this. Lying down in the resurrection spot and soaking in the hot springs can be comfortable!"

"A group of zz, spicy chicken! The boss is ahead of 1,000 people and can even make the opponent come back!"

"Haha! You line up with me, the African God of War, and still want to win? Today, I lost 12 in a row, please surpass!"

"Huh! What do you, the African God of War, pretend to be with me, the African Chieftain? To tell the truth, I have been in line since last night without sleeping and I lost 27 in a row!"

As each player was sent in, the battlefield chat channel called a lively.

However, mostly negative information.

"Brother, what do you think of this?" Meng Jingtian stood quietly in the corner with his arms, and a player next to him noticed him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked.

"Sure to win!" Can you lose if you have yourself? Meng Jingtian replied confidently.

Meng Jingtian's self-confidence made the player startled. This is a 1,000-person battlefield, and a person's influence is limited. Who dares to slap his chest and promise to win?

"Brother, I think you are a little familiar?" Then, the player looked at Meng Jingtian with some doubts, ready to check Meng Jingtian's information.

"321"

At this time, the countdown to the beginning of the battlefield just ended.

Meng Jingtian took out the flying wooden kite and rushed towards the sky, towards the blood demon palace, the stronghold of the evil road.

"Meng what?" The player who struck up a conversation with Meng Jingtian only glanced at Meng Jingtian's information, and said with some surprise.

And Meng Jingtian, at this moment, rushed directly to the stronghold of the Blood Demon Palace and fell off the flying wooden kite.

"Look! There is a sb in the sky, did he come here to give people a head on purpose?" The evil players in the Demon Palace camp just stopped and looked at the black spots falling towards them in the sky.

"Haha! Probably the newspaper player who played the glass heart on the battlefield? Look at me for him!" With this shout, many evil players found Meng Jingtian and stopped.

"Fatianxiangdi!" Before it landed, Mu Yuan flew to low altitude, and many players' skills were thrown at Meng Jingtian. Meng Jingtian directly turned on Fatianxiangdi to resist damage.

"True dragon golden body!" One after another, the real dragon golden body immune control was activated.

After all, 500 evil players, it is inevitable that there are several skills with control.

"Fire of the sky!" A signature group attack skill was dropped, and the sea of ​​fire fell from the sky, burning to death many players who stood stupidly underneath, waiting for Meng Jingtian to fall into the crowd to grab the head.

"Fire, sea of ​​fire! It's God Meng! This evil spirit is coming to fight the battlefield again! Run!"

As soon as the sea of ​​fire came out, an evil player yelled loudly and sternly, like hell.

At this time, Meng Jingtian had just fallen into a clearing burned out by the sea of ​​fire.

Under the scorching sun, the yellow sand was flying, mixed with a **** breath.

A giant danced with a knife, as if harvesting wheat grass.

The evil players who had just bleeding the gate of the Demon Palace camp were sent back in a blink of an eye.

Where Meng Jingtian passed, a scene of ghosts and wolves howled.

Some evil Dao camp players have completely given up their resistance and fled in all directions, while some have been ruthless, unwilling to be harvested in this way, and lost their skills towards Meng Jingtian.

It's just that Meng Jingtian opened Fa Tian Xiang Di, and now he has 700,000 to 800,000 HP, plus the blood-sucking belt that Feng Tianxing exploded when he was working on the Blood Demon Palace mission.

despair! At this moment, the players of these evil factions really feel what despair is.

Those golden bosses and god-level bosses, although their blood volume is more than ten times, dozens of times more than Meng Jingtian's, but there is a mechanism, it will not be said that a skill can be thrown in seconds.

What's more, there is no such high attack power, and there is no such abnormal blood-sucking ability!

Sooner or later, they were beaten down by the crowd.

But now, looking at this guy who rushed between them, but didn't lose much blood, the players of the evil faction were really helpless.

Is it because they don’t have enough money, why do they encounter such a boss ravaged the battlefield?

Damn it! Why do you want to put such a pervert on the battlefield tomorrow!

In less than two minutes, Meng Jingtian's skills all came out, and the evil Dao camp players were divided into rounds and sent back to live.

"588/10000"

"6666/10000"

"7214/10000"

Human head data is growing rapidly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and on the right side of the camp, players from the large army arrived in the middle ground where the two sides are used to fighting, but they didn't see a single person, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why no one, what tricks the other side is playing, won't you team up and steal the generals, right? Anyone go back and see?"

"No one! No one at home!"

"I'm going, haunted! A supernatural event!"

"Look at the battlefield data!"

"Fogweed, what happened? Why are our heads soaring? Where is the battlefield of the big army? Is it fighting?"

Thank you book friend Longhuang Jianyu for your reward, continue to add more

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