A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The speed slowed down, and the water that was stepped on the ground by the soles as hard as steel made a clear clicking sound in the empty, quiet and dark environment.

The echo went deep.

Li Xiang knew that Matou Zouyan had found him, but he didn't attack him now. He wanted to lead him to the center of the magic workshop and start the most favorable battle.

If he was a magician, he wouldn't dare to go deep into other people's magic workshops easily, but unfortunately he is not now, but a follower, even if he is only a third-rate, it is not a problem to deal with him at his peak.

There is a green light ahead.

For a moment, Li Xiang remembered the engraving worms he had seen in the game.

Tsk, it's really a nightmare for trypophobia patients.

He slightly lowered his head and looked at the puddles on the ground that looked like puddles formed after a heavy rain. He took a step forward, and there were countless small sounds, like the sound of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves in the dark night, which was creepy.

This is a basement with a very wide floor area.

There was no floor to be seen, it was full of dense bugs, gathered together, crowding Li Xiang's sight.

The uncomfortable feeling immediately spread from the nerve end, and goose bumps appeared on the surface of the skin.

And in the center of the insect pond is Matou Zouken, holding a wooden walking stick and wearing an ultramarine blue and dark gray kimono.

Bald, with limbs as thin as a mummy, sunken eye sockets, and a short hunchback, he is a strange old man with strange looks.

"Whose follower are you?"

Jiantong Zouyan didn't feel flustered at all, and said coldly, "What a waste, someone came to the door!"

He thought Li Xiang was attracted by Matou Shinji.

Li Xiang had no desire to talk to him, and the point of his gun was pointing down.

The accumulated water under his feet splashed under the force, and before the water droplets touched his boots, he flew directly down from the high platform like an arrow feather from a string.

The spear body shook like lightning, and the magic power triggered the thorn stripes on the surface.

The blood-red light flashed away, piercing the air easily, and piercing Matou Zouken's forehead with absolute murderous intent.

Green blood spurted out.

It's a bug.

When Li Xiang was about to approach, Jiantong Zouyan moved without wind, as if a gear was installed under his feet, surrounded by countless bugs, avoiding the tip of the gun at an extremely fast speed.

"idiot!"

Matou Zouken was one meter away, and the wooden crutch in his hand swung down.

The green magic power gushed out, covering the bugs around, as if they had been injected with hormones, the bugs swelled instantly, turned into a long dragon, opened their bloody mouths, and all came towards Li Xiang.

It's utterly disgusting.

Fortunately, Allie was not allowed in.

There was no way to get off the ground, Li Xiang was floating in midair, the magic power of his feet soared, he retreated instead of advancing, and the spear spun in his hand.

The sound of crashing water.

Driven by the magic power, the green slime shot out like raindrops.

Li Xiang, who was hiding under the helmet, had no expression on his face, and his spear seemed to be turned on at its maximum speed, beheading and disembowelling, stirring the green rain.

In the noisy, there are strange voices.

Li Xiang glanced slightly, and it was a familiar bug again.

Wing blade insect.

It claims to be able to eat up a cow in an instant.

But his armor is dragon scales.

But there is no need to experiment.

Glancing at Matou Zouken who was controlling the swarm in the distance, he had to find a way to get closer.

Who knows how many of these bugs there are, there is no need to waste time on this.

He stepped back a meter quickly to create distance.

Seeing the swarm of insects biting at him relentlessly, two pieces of spruce appeared in his hand.

Magic has to be used against magic.

Chapter 110 IX Exterminator

The light wood roared, and under the blessing of magic power, it was like a stone falling into the water, causing splashing waves.

The surface of the spruce cracked, the simple stripes contained a shocking chill, and then bulged and exploded.

Like falling snowflakes, one after another.

The humid environment in the basement gave it a great boost.

In an instant, the surrounding magical power splashed like a puddle of mud. The mud and water droplets were mixed and pulled into gorgeous curves. Under the ice-blue runes, a bulging flower bloomed.

In just a moment, it was rendered green.