Chapter 719 The truth about the thriller cruise ship copy
The familiar gibbering, even the pain, was extremely familiar. Zhang Yuanqing, who had just experienced the "Thriller Cruise" copy, immediately recognized that it was the contamination of the demon species.
Strong shock filled his emotions, and various thoughts emerged like bubbles.
But the pain in his body and soul made him unable to maintain rational and calm thinking. He covered his ears and rolled in pain.
Zhang Yuanqing felt violent all over his body, cells were tearing and reorganizing, granulations protruded from the skin, densely packed, disgusting and terrifying, and his forehead itched, as if an eye was about to grow there.
Compared to the Haiyan in 1900, the demon species at this time were countless times more powerful.
Just a trace amount of bath water almost caused him to lose control and become deformed. Of course, Zhang Yuanqing had not yet taken Unyielding Will, which had been stored in his inventory.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Yuanqing felt that the pollution in his body gradually integrated into the blood and flesh cells and lurked.
The pain of body and soul disappears immediately.
"Huh!" Zhang Yuanqing sat up and exhaled weakly like Catherine just now.
Catherine stood aside playfully and said with a smile:
"The divine water will lurk in your body for three days. Within three days, if you encounter a peak master, demigod, or god, the gods will look at you and save your life."
"Not bad!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded, pretending to show fear, fear and a touch of piety.
Catherine saw his micro-expression and was very satisfied, pointing to the dark green light door: "Let's go, the gods don't like to be disturbed by others."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't talk nonsense and followed Catherine towards the light door. Before stepping into the door, he stopped and looked back at the blood lake.
Back in the private room, Catherine bent over to pack up the canvas and materials. Zhang Yuanqing quickly stepped forward and asked:
"What is the material used to outline the runes?"
As he asked, he firmly imprinted the runes on the canvas in his mind.
"Every master has the liquid given by the gods." Catherine answered calmly, like a gentle and charming senior guiding a newcomer, "When you clear the killing dungeon and be promoted to master by the end of the year, you will also get a copy."
Catherine put away the canvas and the divine blood and closed the cabinet door.
Go back and steal the things, open the light door of the secret realm, throw a nuclear bomb inside, and nuclear-free the Free Covenant! Zhang Yuanqing thought secretly.
At this time, Catherine was lying on her side on the imperial concubine's couch, lifting up her skirt to reveal her two long white legs. She looked at the Master of Tongtian with charming eyes:
"Tomorrow night's decisive battle, life and death are unpredictable, don't you plan to indulge?"
Zhang Yuanqing's tent was set up in an instant, his heart beat faster, his hormones were secreted crazily, and his master-level charm left only various ways of writing the word "Kun" in his mind.
He suppressed his passion, let the tent stand tall, and said expressionlessly:
“It’s really time to kill a few greedy politicians and indulge!”
After saying that, he started the dream shuttle and disappeared into the private room.
Catherine angrily swept the cups on the coffee table to the floor, her towering chest rose and fell for a moment, and she hummed:
"Sooner or later, you will kneel by my skirt and beg for my favor."
The more unobtainable a man is, the more obsessed she becomes. Especially this kind of cold man who ignores her charm can best stimulate her desire to conquer.
At the junction of Kings County and the Isle of Man, in a deserted and empty house.
The leader of the Tongtian cult appeared in the rising stars. He looked at the sofa with the dustproof cloth lifted, where he was sitting watching a short video and eating fried chicken.
"The place you entered should be the secret realm, the paradise of cave heaven in ancient legends." Zhang Yuanqing threw a chicken wing to the clone, "After you entered the secret realm, you and I lost contact."
The main body and the clone have the same origin, and as the owner of the Yata Mirror, Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness can descend into the clone, just like controlling the inferi and spiritual servants.
But the moment the clone entered the light door, Zhang Yuanqing's screen went "black".
Leader Tongtian took the chicken wing and held it in his mouth, raised his hand, pinched his face, and with a "tear" sound, the perfect human skin as thin as cicada wings was torn off.
Leader Tongtian said while chewing chicken wings: "I made a shocking discovery."
He threw the perfect human skin over.
Zhang Yuanqing reached out and caught it, "What did you find?"
Leader Tongtian glanced at the Coke on the coffee table and said, "Take a sip first."
"Don't drink!" Zhang Yuanqing looked suspicious, "Just let it go, don't hide your thoughts."
"You don't trust me so much? I'm your clone."
"Just because you are my clone, I don't believe it." Zhang Yuanqing sneered.
What kind of virtue do I have, and I don’t know it?
"Then you should know more about how naive you are." The clone shrugged.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was speechless, picked up the paper cup and just took a sip of Loco when he heard the leader of Tongtian say:
"The God of the Free Covenant is the demon species in the Thriller Cruise dungeon."
"Pfft" Zhang Yuanqing squirted out all the drink in one mouthful. He completely ignored the drink flowing into his chest and stared at the clone in shock, "You, what did you say?!"
"The gods of the Free Covenant are the demon species." The clone's voice was low: "I entered the Kingdom of God of the Free Covenant, the Kingdom of God mentioned by 'Pluto'. Under that lake of blood, what is sleeping is the demon species."
Zhang Yuanqing's eyes widened, his expression dull, motionless like a sculpture.
After a long time, he rubbed it hard to make himself "alive" and said softly: "So that's it, that's it. I know the truth about the destruction of the Holy See."
In 1900, a comet crashed into Europe and the waters south of the United Republic of Ireland, polluting the life in the ocean. The United Irish government sent the Petrel out to sea to salvage it.
After the Petrel sank, the only survivor, Stephen Simpson, escaped with the demon seeds. More than ten years later, he secretly accumulated strength, cultivated powerful demon seeds, established the Freedom Covenant, and incited a world war.
In the war that swept across Europe, the Holy See was wiped out and became history.
Leader Tongtian was silent for a few seconds and whispered:
"Who do you think the devil's true identity is?"
"You already have the answer in your heart." Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the clone.
The comet falling from the sky, the spirit of the Free Covenant, can transform ordinary people into a demon species that kills the peak saints and all the saints. Its identity is already revealed:
The evil god of the Breaking Bad profession!
Viruses invading the spiritual realm!
A supreme existence comparable to a spiritual realm administrator!
That comet was indeed a demon seed sown into the world by the devil.
"When the Holy See was destroyed, there were already three demigods with the inheritance of ancient practitioners and a rich treasure house. Such a behemoth could only be destroyed by that kind of existence." The leader of Tongtian Cult sighed and analyzed:
"When the spiritual realm first opened, most of them were loners, relying on their work as bounty hunters, or simply becoming landlords and enslaving ordinary people. Only the Holy See relied on the inheritance of ancient practitioners to quickly organize casual cultivators and reform internally. Within a few years
A stable order was formed.
"If this continues, a hundred years from now, the Holy See will definitely be the lawful organization that dominates the world. Any evil profession or evil organization will have to tremble under the pressure of the Holy See."
Leader Tongtian said "Hmm", "In short, if the Holy See is immortal, the entire world will be organized in a lawful manner, and confrontation between camps will be a joke."
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "So, in 1900, a comet fell from the sky, which kicked off the destruction of the Holy See. The evil god himself ended up, he really doesn't have martial ethics."
He showed an annoyed look: "Who left the lawful camp without an administrator? I have to tell the president about this."
At this point in the analysis, all the details that had confused him were explained.
For example, the dungeon of Saint's Peak is set in 1900. Because the dungeon of Haiyan has a special meaning, the spirit realm generated a dungeon of the event. I wonder if it wants to reveal the information to future generations.
"You can't tell the president!" Master Tongtian said solemnly: "You don't know what's going on in the secret realm. I drank the bath water of the demon species and got its aura on my body. When I encounter a demigod-level power, the demon species will
Pay attention."
Immediately, he told Zhang Yuanqing about the efficacy of the divine water.
"The fact that the demon species can be gazed at through the divine water means that the divine water and the demon species are connected. In this case, you cannot return to the Yata Mirror. Let's talk about it in three days." Zhang Yuanqing threw the Yata Mirror next to his butt.
Doppelgänger:
"I'll give you three days for outdoor activities. Well, Catherine is pretty good to us. Remember to buy some fruit to show your condolences."
Crazy hints.
"I also want to sleep with her, but what if she makes me pay the price after sleeping?" Tongtian Cult Leader was worried:
"If she plans to use it at a critical moment and temporarily withhold it, I can just go back to the Yata mirror and cancel the cause and effect, and she will find that she can no longer collect the prostitution money."
Zhang Yuanqing gave a high-five: "Isn't this just a waste of money!"
Anyway, there are many ways to eliminate costs, and many reasons can be made up.
Leader Tongtian's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed the look of a gentleman: "No, I have a girlfriend, Guan Ya will be angry if I know it."
"Guan Ya is my girlfriend, not your girlfriend."
"It makes sense!" The leader of Tongtian Cult threw the Eight Tatar Mirror back to Zhang Yuanqing: "The main body, Sajia will go too."
The clone has no inventory and cannot carry props. If the Yata Mirror is obtained by Catherine, it will be a disaster.
Looking at the clone that turned into starlight and disappeared, Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his little hands excitedly.
At this time, the starlight rose again.
The leader of the Tongtian cult came back and gave him a sideways glance: "Lend me the Enduring Spray."
Zhang Yuanqing glanced sideways and said nothing.
After the clone finished spraying the Laster Spray and left, Zhang Yuanqing took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Guan Ya, saying that he was on a mission and needed to go on a long and complicated stargazing session and would not go back tonight.
"My mother has come to Xinjie County. She will invite me to dinner and travel tomorrow." Guan Ya replied.
"You're a mixed-race girl who grew up in the Free Federation, why are you traveling?" Zhang Yuanqing complained in reply.
As a cosmopolitan city, New Testament County was born in Guanya of the Free Federation, so it is impossible not to have visited it.
"I became a widow at a young age. Fu Xue will still feel sorry for me and take me to relax." Guan Ya's message contained guns and sticks.
"Push it away." Zhang Yuanqing said: "Let the team of the dead not go out tomorrow and recharge their batteries, especially not to touch women. Let Brother Red Rooster restrain himself."
Brother Red Rooster is a vulgar fire master with great energy. During his stay in New York County, he frequently helped Chinese young ladies in difficulty. He gradually became dissatisfied and rode on the Jade Lion of Night Light.
Recently I heard that I started trying to drive Wu Zui.
Guan Ya tentatively replied: "Is there a task tomorrow?"
"Do not ask!"
Seeing her boyfriend's reply, Guan Ya, as a scout, understood it and said good night, ending the exchange of information.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately sat cross-legged, holding the eight-tatami mirror, immersing his thoughts in the props, and sharing the vision of the Tongtian Cult Leader.
No. 69 Hamburg Street, private room.
Catherine pushed open a small door in the private room and entered the master bedroom. She was about to recharge her batteries and have a good sleep when her ears suddenly moved and she heard footsteps coming from the corridor through the thick soundproof door.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy soundproof door wrapped in brass was pushed open, and the leader of Tongtian Cult left and returned.
PS: The typos will be corrected first and then corrected. It can still be updated during the college entrance examination, everyone is very touched.
