Chapter 451 Whose Prodigal Is This?

"Ahead...there is light!"

"That's the exit!"

"We... we're at the exit!"

"Ahhhh... I, Zhao Wuji... I'm still alive..."

When Zao Wou-Ki saw the exit, he really wanted to cry!

too difficult! He is so hard!

Almost... almost died in there!

There are countless spirit-devouring locusts chasing behind them. When they entered, the Dayong Dynasty was full of four or five hundred elites.

Zao Wou-Ki had a sad look on his face, and his eyes couldn't help but look beside him. Besides him, there were two other elite geniuses who belonged to the Dayong Dynasty...

Horrible! Ninety-nine percent casualty rate! It's really been an escape from the dead!

"Rush... rush out!"

"Quick! Get out now! Don't delay!"

Zao Wou-Ki called out twice, then jumped up and ran directly towards the entrance.

poof...

Zao Wou-Ki fell to the ground and fell and ate a dog.

But there was a smile on his face!

This feeling of seeing the sun again...it's really worth being infatuated with!

"Someone came out..."

"This month's deadline is only half over... How come it came out! Whose prodigal is this! He gave up all the great opportunities!"

"Hey! I guess it's still those little-known small forces! These small forces! They are short-sighted! I thought I found some treasures and then ran out impatiently, but in fact left the bigger treasures behind! "

The Prince of the Dayong Dynasty, Zhao Quanquan, showed a sneering expression, his face full of contempt, as if he knew this very well.

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang, come and save me!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from his ears, and Zhao Quanquan, the Prince of the Dayong Dynasty, changed subconsciously...

This voice...so familiar...

Looking at it again, isn't this the prince of the Dayong Dynasty, Zhao Wuji?

Which small force is this! Obviously they are from the Dayong Dynasty...

This face hit, too fast!

"Hahahaha... I laughed to death this god envoy!"

"So this is the prodigal son of Prince Zhao Quan?"

"Anyway, the Dayong Dynasty has a great business, and it doesn't matter if it loses, doesn't it?"

"After all, he was pampered since he was a child, and it is estimated that this kind of suffering in the prehistoric ruins...he can't bear it either!"

"It's still the geniuses of my Revival Society who are more tenacious, and can rise up even in all kinds of dangers..."

"Master Jingrui! Goddess Jingrui!"

Before the revival party's purple-clothed envoy Jing Rui could finish the wave, he suddenly saw a man in revival clothes crawling out of the exit, shouting loudly, Lord Jingrui's envoy...

"Bastard! How did you come out?"

"Didn't I ask you to come out in a month? It's only been half a month! Damn! Don't you know this is a golden opportunity?"

"Where's Chu Hao? Is he still inside?"

Jing Rui groaned, and felt that his face was greatly damaged, and began to scold the survivors of the revival meeting angrily.

"God Child Chu Hao...God Child Chu Hao is dead..."

"They're all dead... I'm the only one left... They're all dead..."

The only survivor of the Revival Society shook his head in a panic, his face full of grief and anger.

"Dead? How did you die?"

"Where's Young Master Ouyang? Young Master Ouyang also went in..."