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Chapter 39 Falling into the embrace of evil energy? No, I refuse!

 Bailang shot again and again, causing the Sinking Demon responsible for guarding the pot to go from doubting life to gradually becoming numb.

Although this fallen demon was very vigilant, it never discovered the 'junk stalker' hidden on the third floor... and eventually became autistic.

Just at this time, the big pot started to boil, and the hot soup continued to splash onto the ground, rolling with dust and turning into a small ball. This scene made Xiaohongpi suddenly realize! It turned out that it was the pot that moved it by itself. No wonder I didn't

Notice something happening around you?

With all the doubts in his mind gone, the little red-skin finally put his mind at ease and happily played cards with his companions, no longer feeling any psychological burden.

Bailang took five pills in total. Even one of them was a super large dose of mixed medicine. At this time, the five pills were stewed into a pot, and even the gods would kneel down after tasting it. He couldn't help but shudder, hid decisively, and raised his eyebrows.

Ears, wait patiently.



Half an hour later, the fallen demon camp on the surface came back to life again.

The food had been cooked and the aroma was fragrant. These monsters gave up their work and sat in a circle waiting for the meal. The wizard with the highest status, who was old and frail and had no appetite, looked at it for a few times and said something, then turned around and got into his own room.

Rest in the tent.

Then the strongest warlord pushed aside the fish beside him, grabbed the big rice bowl in his hand, scooped out a pile of meat for himself, poured the soup on it, and ate it happily.

Then, the other miscellaneous fish lined up in order to get food for themselves according to their status and strength. The closer you got to the back, the less you could eat... The thinnest red-skinned one only got a full bowl of hot soup + miscellaneous fish.

grass, and a few meat bones.

As the saying goes: What do you think of when you are full and warm?

After these fallen demons had eaten and drank enough, they lay lazily on the ground one by one, relaxing their vigilance and enjoying the rare free time in the day... They did not need to work or study, and they worked hard for three meals a day.

Once you are full, you really don’t know what to do? Life is so empty and comfortable. (Confidence akimbo.jpg)

Suddenly, a Sinking Demon that was consuming food noticed something was wrong. Its body gradually became hot? It was sweating on its forehead, restless, and strength surged from its body. Even its companions on the side became particularly handsome.

Why haven’t I discovered its many advantages before?

"Jili Gua La!", "Gu Li Gua Chi?"



Bailang heard the noise downstairs, followed by a burst of biting and fighting. He was puzzled and quickly got up to take a peek.

How to start a fight?

At this time, the fallen demons were already under the influence of the drug. Under the leadership of the first one, they quickly became agitated, wielding sticks and other weapons, hurting each other, and attacking each other. The scene became more and more intense, and eventually turned into an internal fight with weapons.

"Um?"

This scene was different from Bailang's expectation. The medicine he put into the pot was not burning blood; it was sex hormones that would restore his power and influence his reason and judgment.

However, the battle did not last long. The most burly Overseer punched the fallen demon who provoked him, and then pinned him to the ground. The fallen demon was unwilling to give up and struggled tenaciously. However, the style of the Overseer suddenly changed.

Change!

He started to press it on the ground and rub it...well, literally rub it. The picture was so harsh that I didn't dare to look at it more.

Immediately afterwards, the camp was affected by it, and the atmosphere changed. Those fallen demons who had eaten the food were inspired by the warlord one after another. Their breathing was rapid and heavy, they looked at each other, and they swung their weapons to attack the weak companions with good features.

.

For a time, the scene was filled with fighting.



The mentally weak old wizard was old and suffered from schizophrenia. He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by his companions outside. He angrily came out of the tent, and then froze in place with his withered chicken claws in his old hands.

Wearing a beard, he trembled and trembled!

You can't imagine the shock in its heart at this moment, and how violent the impact on its soul is?

Men are added to each other, men are placed on the left and right, men are divided into men and men are tied together, men are pushed into each other, and men are as high as the sky... The weak are pressed and rubbed by the strong, while those who are neither strong nor weak, barely cling to the last trace of reason,

Retreat to the periphery, remain neutral, and watch indifferently.

However, when the warlords subjugated the weaklings and the arrows were stuck on the strings and could not be drawn out, they immediately struck out with blood-red eyes, sneak attack from behind + sudden stabbing, a move like a mantis stalking a cicada or an oriole behind, forming a triple double-team like an Arhat.

!The burly warlord's tiger body was shaken, and he was in a dilemma.

Immediately afterwards, other fallen demons were affected by the philosophical atmosphere of the scene, and they also rushed forward one after another, each showing their magical powers. One layer after another, they turned into four, five or six layers of arhats, and finally evolved into the 'sinking demon centipede'.

The fallen demon wizard was old and frail, and had no energy to maintain his rationality. He suddenly had the emotion of a hero abandoned by the times: Are all the young demons today so good at playing? It’s true that rituals and music have collapsed, and the demon’s heart is not ancient.

ah!

(I often feel out of tune with you because I am not BT enough.jpg)



However, because the old wizard of the Sinking Demon suddenly opened the tent too violently, and his soul was violently shocked, he stood still, causing him to be discovered by the other Sinking Demons!

At this moment, the ears of the fallen demons in a row twitched, and they all turned their heads to look at it. Their movements were uniform, their eyes were bloodshot, and even their expressions were consistent.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly fell into extreme embarrassment.

The old wizard suddenly trembled and was about to close the tent, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. However, the row of fallen demons disagreed and dispersed, surrounding him and pounced on him!

Why don't you join us? Sharing one person's happiness with a second person is double the happiness. If you join, we can get seven times the happiness out of thin air!



"Roar!"

The old wizard was furious, and his dignity was challenged. As the strongest person in the camp, how could he be defeated by this group of rubbish? But after the rage, he was still filled with fear. He was worried that once he was knocked down, he might not be able to survive tomorrow.

Daybreak.

So he immediately took out a bulky and heavy 'magic wand' from the tent, and punched it hard on the ground. He howled and cast a 'curse' in his mouth, causing the group of fallen demons to fall into a blind frenzy, and started fighting each other again.

Escaped.

The unconscious warlord felt threatened, so he directly regarded the old wizard as an enemy, and swung the fallen devil in his hand to smash it. The old wizard ducked sideways, feeling equally angry in his heart.

In the entire camp, this warlord is the strongest, the most angry, and the greatest threat to himself! For the sake of his own safety, he must be killed! At worst, he will recruit another one.

Thinking of this, it suddenly picked up its 'staff', put it on its shoulder, aimed in the direction of the warlord, pulled the trigger, and launched a fireball with a bang.



Bailang, who was standing on the third floor, saw the fire on the ground explode and expand into a burning 'fireball' with billowing black smoke. His heart was shaken violently! The power of this 'fireball technique' is so amazing!

He thought he couldn't wait any longer. If they were all killed by the Sinking Demon Wizard, he would have nothing to gain. So he quickly rushed to the first floor.

When he arrived at the outskirts of the camp, the fallen demons were already in chaos.

Those miscellaneous soldiers had a fierce battle before, and most of their physical strength was exhausted. In addition, they were unconscious and had not raised their trousers. At this moment, they were frightened by the explosion and abandoned their weapons and ran away. The warlord could not escape and was severely injured on half of his body. He was already lying flat;

The wizard had wasted too much magic power and was panting with both hands on his staff.

At this great opportunity, Bai Lang swallowed a capsule, his heart beating wildly and his blood boiling: "I feel it, this is courage!"



Without hesitation, he accelerated his sprint and rushed all the way into the camp. He unleashed a whip kick with all his strength and kicked the oncoming Sinking Demon away with great force. He then raised his pistol and pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Blood flowers bloomed in the camp, knocking down the fleeing soldiers one by one. The old wizard was also alarmed, looked at Brother Lang, waved his staff, and released a curse on him.

Bailang rolled sideways and disappeared from the spot. Then he took out another pistol from the space, aimed at the wizard's position and fired continuously. The bullets flew, scaring the other party to dodge quickly and not dare to take the lead.

Taking this opportunity, he quickly switched magazines. He sprinted desperately, holding both hands with suppressed fire, and rushed to the warlord's side. He found that the man was lying on the ground vomiting blood, half of his body was blackened, and he was about to die.

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So he quickly replenished his gun and sent the governor away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.



At this time, the old wizard got up again, put the staff on his shoulders, and aimed at Bai Lang to release the 'Fireball Technique'. Brother Lang was already prepared and kept paying attention to its movements. The moment he picked up the staff,

He started running as hard as he could and sprinted towards a bunker.

However, the old wizard's rich experience was not in vain. He held the staff in his right hand, murmured in his mouth, and suddenly hooked the fingers of his left hand.

Originally, one of them had been beaten to death by Bailang and was lying on the road he must pass. The neglected Sinking Demon suddenly pretended to be dead. His body bounced, and he hugged Bailang's calves with both hands and dragged him to the ground. The old wizard immediately followed him.

He pressed the trigger and fired the fireball again.

The fireball flew and exploded behind it.

Bailang's reaction was quite quick. The moment before the fireball technique came, he jumped with all his strength, dragging the Sinking Demon on his legs and flew forward a short distance, barely hiding in the bunker.

But as the fireball technique exploded, a large amount of shrapnel was embedded in his back, causing him to feel severe pain and his consciousness became much clearer.



At this time, the old wizard was unscathed. Bailang regarded him as his confidant and kept attacking and testing him. Both sides had their own concerns and were highly concentrated. Bailang fired and tested, and you came and I went.

In the tense stalemate...he suddenly received a reminder from the paradise.

And it is a forced reminder that cannot be ignored or refused!

[While the tester did not die after taking a large amount of 'Burning Blood', his mind and body went through repeated tests. He was overdrawn in a state of extreme exhaustion and loss, and successfully triggered his own limit and activated the 'Evil Energy Seed'. 】

[Do you want to bind ‘evil energy’ as the initial energy? Solidify the ability bar. After training, your body will initially be in tune with the evil energy. Do you want to accept the baptism of evil energy? Your ‘extraordinary physique’ will be changed to ‘evil energy physique’. 】

[Warning, awakening 'Evil Energy' will conflict with 'Demihuman Bloodline', please choose carefully. Once 'Evil Energy' is bound as the initial energy, the purity of the bloodline will be slightly offset, and unpredictable effects will occur during recasting...

…]

A large amount of information appeared in his mind, seriously interfering with his judgment, and several shots failed.

When he concentrated his energy again, the Sinking Demon Wizard had disappeared.

"Do it!" Bai Lang cursed. At the critical moment, another prompt from the paradise flashed across his mind.

[Your body is being eroded by ‘evil energy’ and has exceeded its limit. Do you want to bind ‘evil energy’ to become the initial energy? 】

At this moment, he simply stopped paying attention to the disappeared fallen magic wizard, since he couldn't die anyway! So he concentrated wholeheartedly on the 'Demi-human bloodline', and new content appeared.

[Demi-human bloodline is only effective for natural humans! It has no strengthening effect. It cannot prevent normal aging.]

[Asian bloodline is incompatible with any non-human bloodline; it conflicts with all genetic and biochemical modifications within the human category.]

[If you fuse special energy in a non-natural human state, it will produce varying degrees of 'bloodline pollution', leading to unknown malignant mutations. Please choose your profession carefully.]



[Should we bind ‘evil energy’ as the initial energy? 】

Tie up your sister!

"Reject! I choose to refuse!" Bailang replied painfully.

[The trialer refuses to bind 'evil energy' as the initial energy. Your bloodline purity is 100%, and your own attribute status has been locked. The 'evil energy residual energy' in your body will be converted into continuous special damage, soul

Pollution...Recasting is ineffective against special damage and soul damage. Triers are advised to protect themselves properly and enhance related resistance.]

Before the paradise's chirping prompts were refreshed, Bailang's eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything.

Immediately afterwards, his body instantly fell into an extremely weak state, and the sound of objects crashing and rolling seemed to be heard in his ears?

Before he could react, he heard a loud "boom" and was swallowed up by waves of fire.

(Coach, someone cheated! It sneaked up on me!)



Paradise: Reward [IBM Particles +7] as compensation.

Paradise: Touch your head, be good and don’t get angry!



When he regained consciousness again, his mind and body, which had been entangled and tortured by 'evil energy', felt much more relaxed at the same time. The body that had been corroded and hollowed out was injected with vitality, and his quality and attributes returned to their peak! The most important thing is that he finally calmed down and recovered.

Gain clarity and reason, and no longer be arrogant and reckless.

At this moment, Bai Lang felt his body being shaken by something, and then the gun holster on his waist was taken off.

Brother Lang calmly lowered his breathing and squinted his eyes to look outside. He saw a weak and foul-smelling fallen demon, touching the corpse and picking up equipment. This thing's IQ was so low that he didn't even have the slightest doubt about the intact body after recasting.

Not far away from him, the fallen magician was sitting tiredly by the campfire, viciously cutting the body of the 'Overseer' with a knife, mumbling something, completely ignoring himself.

'good chance!'



Bailang didn't hesitate. Instantly, the zombies rose up, his legs exploded, and electricity shot towards the old wizard.

The rugby player hit the old wizard hard like he was hitting someone with the ball, knocking him to the ground with his strong body.

Caught off guard, the old wizard looked confused. Then Bailang's elbow came out like a dragon and slashed the old wizard's face directly, causing his nose to bleed. Then he strangled his throat with his left hand, and took out a dagger from the space with his right hand.

Crazy, extremely fast, and hard-working continuous jabs.

Puff puff puff puff...

The knife rose and fell, the white knife went in and the red knife came out... The old wizard soon gave up resistance and tremblingly stood up.

This scene was too sudden and unexpected. The fallen demon who was responsible for massaging Brother Lang was in a sluggish state the whole time. When Bailang jumped up and took the 'staff' from the old wizard's hand, the little red-skinned man was in a state of sluggishness.

cried out.

Immediately afterwards, he was knocked to the ground by Bai Lang's staff.

The fallen magician's staff was made of metal and was an odd iron cylinder, which was extremely heavy and powerful. He swung it and smashed it a few times, until the little red skin burst into tears and gave up the struggle.

This fallen demon had been wounded by his gun before, and it didn't have much power to fight back at this time. It quickly chose to huddle up and surrender to him.

Only then did Bai Lang have the energy to observe his surroundings. In this camp, his position had changed. There were only two living creatures at the moment, Brother Lang himself and the kneeling little red skin, and the other survivor, the 'Old Wizard', had just cooled down.

Opening the personal attribute bar again, he found that he was in a double negative state of 'evil energy erosion and mental pollution'.

But compared to the last round of consuming 'burning capsules', his current situation is much better, at least his body is exceptionally healthy.



Bailang judged that before, his body was severely corroded by evil energy when his body was in deficit. But now, he was in peak health and resisted the corrosion of evil energy. The two were completely different!

What reassured him even more was that there was no problem with his soul, it was just an outer layer of 'spiritual pollution'. It was still serious, but it did not endanger the fundamentals.


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