Creating a Virtual World

"The world battlefield has opened... Powerhouses from the major guilds, prove the power of your guilds to the world!"

When Mo Shigui led the jumping nuclei into the area of ​​the first hospital, a dark purple reminder appeared in front of his eyes with the special effect of burning flames.

There was also a silhouette of a giant dragon breathing out flames on this line of reminders, and at the same time, two brand new windows popped up in Mo Shigui's sight.

"World battlefield guild output contribution value

1. Gray pupil club: 94611

2. Temple of the Abyss: 71231

3. Howling South Wind: 61432

..."

This is a world-class copy? Mo Shigui looked at the monster Momolong that occupied the entire first area from a distance.

Its size is one and a half times larger than that of the Flame Dragon, and it is impossible for players to hit its head.

Mo Shigui could only see the players from the major guilds rolling crazily under its stomach and sharp claws, chopping off its dragon tail with weapons, or frantically giving Momolong a pedicure and massaging its belly.

After experiencing it for a while, the final dragon said that the effect was great, so he roared and sent a dragon's breath to the holy spirits who gave it a pedicure.

There is also a personal output contribution value on the world battlefield under this window, and the highest one is currently Canxin.

"I'm sorry, Lao Song! You're here to play this time! This is our territory."

Can Xin and his Abyss Temple guild have already occupied the best output point of the final dragon, and the area around the final dragon has basically been found by other guilds.

However, before Can Xin could finish his words, the four shield fighters in the front row of their guild died directly because they couldn't withstand the abyssal corrosion from Momolong.

"Joining forces?" Mo Shigui didn't give him room to answer when he asked Canxin.

He directly raised the big black iron shield in his hand, and after switching to the defensive state, he rushed straight to the final dragon.

"Damn it! I really want to beat your mother into voice together!"

Can Xin looked at the Leaping Nuclear players who ran past him. The players of Leaping Nucleus were worthy of being the number one guild of the Holy Spirit. Five shield fighters stepped forward.

"Pull it! This final dragon has a damage superimposition BUFF!"

The moment Mo Shigui got close to the final dragon, a negative buff instantly appeared on his body.

"Abyssal Corrosion: A layer of Abyssal Blood is superimposed every second. For each layer of Abyssal Blood that grows blood tissue on the surface of the equipment, the damage received from the Last Dragon will increase by 2%."

This BUFF did not surprise Mo Shigui. The powerful monsters in the game would basically have these skills for tanks, and the skill of Momolong was easy to deal with.

Just need to schedule a tank rotation, but the problem is...they are now behind the claws of the last dragon.

A large number of spiked tentacles grow on the terminal dragon, and these tentacles will restrain players who want to escape and tear them into the terminal dragon's body.

"Canxin, how many T's do you have?" The moment Mo Shigui stabbed Mo Molong's heel with his long sword, he realized that this world-class monster was not the lord monster on Brande Island.

Just a guild is absolutely unable to defeat it! At least two or even four guilds must work together to kill this world-class monster.

"Why should I listen to you? Seven main tanks, 130,000 HP, 3,200 defense, and four secondary tanks! I have sent their IDs!"

Can Xin saw that the tentacles growing from Momolong's body suddenly grabbed Maicao who was poking Momolong's heel with a small spear, and he realized that now was not the time to fight.

"Oh my god! The boss of McCafe is dead again!"

"Damn it... was eaten by that dragon's body, this boss is so pitiful."

"It didn't eat up, the dragon spit out the tombstone of Mr. McCafe."

"You pig-headed nurses, pull me quickly!"

"The first echelon tank exchange! Microfragile, anemic, Xia Mi takes my place!"

Mo Shigui silently counted the layers of abyssal corrosion on his body. When the damage caused by the final dragon increased by 50%, under his order, the masters of the abyssal temple replaced them. their location.

While Mo Shigui was retreating, the spiked tentacles extending from Mo Molong's body tried to catch him, but all of them were chopped off by his long sword... But one of the shield warriors was still caught by the spiked tentacles. Entangled, the moment it was pulled towards the twisted body of the final dragon.

A gunner in the guild fired a laser cannon to cut off the spiked tentacles, but a player in the Abyss Temple failed to escape. It was caught by the spiked tentacles of the final dragon and dragged into the body in.

In less than five seconds, the player turned into a tombstone and was spat out by the body of the final dragon.

What troubled Mo Shigui the most was... After Mo Molong ate the player, the flesh tissue under his abdomen festered and dripped a puddle of sticky flesh and blood mucus, and this mass of mucus gradually formed a human form.

"Abyss creation, level: 51, normal creature, HP: 14241/14241."

Only 10,000 health is very easy to deal with, but the problem is...these mobs will become more and more as the player dies.

"Keep the large-scale destructive skills! Wait for my command to release them!" Mo Shigui looked at the tail of the final dragon on the other side, which was the area responsible for Coke Frenzy, and he could see it from a distance A large number of abyssal creations gathered.

Mo Shigui could only pray that passers-by and players would stop messing around in this world-class lord crusade, but at this moment, Mo Molong suddenly waved his forelegs and slapped them on the ground.

Its powerful forelimbs directly smashed the ground and buried its sharp claws into the ground, and then... the ground suddenly began to vibrate.

"Watch your step!" Mo Shigui yelled at the guild members.

A large number of spiked tentacles suddenly appeared on the ground. Their damage was not high, but they destroyed the original formations of the major guilds.

Among them, the most tragic one in this spiked tentacles attack was Shen Meng's marriage urging committee, or Heifengzhai.

"Are you okay, master?"

Modao Swordsman is following Shen Meng and Cola Fanatic to chop off the dragon tail of the final dragon.

Heifengzhai is all composed of a group of water friends, and organization and discipline do not exist in this guild.

"I'm fine...but don't you think this monster is disgusting? I feel a little sick to my stomach."

Shen Meng waved the big sword in her hand and unleashed a soul-thirsty sealing demon to cut off all the tentacles in front of her eyes.

But when she looked at the Momolong in the distance...the gradually distorted and festering body of Momolong made Shen Meng...a little sick.

"Isn't it? Brother Meng, you played so many multi-port VR games on live broadcast before, and you were very happy. This dragon is considered a child's play."

"Our brother Meng is scared! The water friends play a battle song to cheer up the boss!"

Shen Meng listened to the booing of the water friends beside her, and she could only smile wryly, because Shen Meng was selling that kind of sturdy big sister in the live broadcast.

I usually say something that is really sleepy, this thing is too scary, I can't stand it, etc. will be treated as a joke by the water friends.

But this time, Shen Meng really felt a little nauseated. This nausea didn't just come from Momolong's heavy-flavored appearance, but also... 3D vertigo.

She was quite old, and just now she was accidentally knocked into the sky by the spikes released by the final dragon, and then fell down.

This feeling gave her a severe 3D vertigo.