Four hundred and seventieth chapters there is a situation
The spiritual prayers, the physical seals, and the secret words in the mouth have all been uttered, but the coordinated movements that should be the unity of "body, speech, and mind" have inexplicably turned into a clumsy performance with nonsense words.
No matter how loose the Amaterasu Order is, the hidden power of the basic system cannot be easily accessed.
Mahou didn't even understand why the most secret thoughts would instantly jump to completely irrelevant and ridiculous concepts, and he had already lost the last chance to connect with the "Fuso Sacred Tree" system.
The follow-up attack of the black mist arrived, and countless cursed rays of light were thrown down like a shower, hitting him one after another, and also hit his mental level, drowning him instantly.
Mahou wanted to struggle at first, but under the influence of the curse, his sense of coordination and balance had been completely destroyed. Any slightest exertion of force would cause a conflict with the upper and lower movements, and would lead to unpredictable consequences.
Consequences. His struggle became a fatal catalyst. As soon as he took a breath, he fell into a nightmare of disorder from the inside to the outside, from his soul to his body.
Every muscle is twitching and trembling, and every nerve has turned into a dancing living snake, which is completely illogical. Even if it is pressed against the dry and hard earth, it can enter a state of extreme excitement, and the subconscious will squirm and rise against the ground.
Then he shivered and lay on the ground, like an old dog reflecting on his past.
"Save me!" Mahou couldn't care less about anything else and tried to call for help. However, all he heard from his throat were meaningless grunts. He tried to project his thoughts onto the internal communication network, but was also confused by the influx of distracting thoughts.
Messy as porridge.
If this continues, Ma Hou suspects that his physical and spiritual structure may fall apart at any time. Before that, his will has already collapsed.
Suddenly, a "collapse" sound exploded in my ears.
Mahou no longer knew where it came from, but then, the endless cursed light suddenly interrupted, it seemed... Mahou's perception had dropped to the lowest point since birth. He only vaguely felt that he was upside down and confused.
The unbalanced and disordered state seemed to have eased. The smell of saliva, plasma and earth around the face finally stimulated the corresponding senses, and of course there was a sticky feeling in the body.
Even without looking in the mirror, Mahou knew that his snot, tears and blood were mixed with the dirt and rubbed on his face.
He subconsciously turned over, and he succeeded. The sunlight cast down, and the shadow that submerged his body and soul disappeared at some point, but then there were warm liquid droplets and burr-like broken feathers sprinkled on it.
On his face and body.
As for this logical relationship, he was no longer able to think about it.
He was breathing heavily, but it was only then that he felt the torment in his internal organs. The strong nausea and the tail of the sense of loss of control worked together, and a stream of hot water spurted out from his throat and even his nostrils, like
It's a fountain, but in essence it's all the dirt stored in the stomach. It sprays high, but in the blink of an eye it's all over the face again.
"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
Mahou murmured and opened and closed his mouth, but dirt was poured in again. He screamed "Ah" wildly, jumped up desperately, and in the blink of an eye, he fell limply on the ground again, vomiting all over the place.
"It's really unfortunate... are you okay?" Jingxin's concern came belatedly, but he did not show up. His real body was still thirty kilometers away, and he only sent greetings through the internal communication network.
At this time, Mahou was vomiting so much bile that he was in no mood to pay attention to him.
Jingxin also knew Mahou's situation, and guessed that he probably didn't know what happened next, so he briefly introduced: "Fat Dragon exploded the surveillance carrier, cast a spell with flesh and blood, and hit the black mist. That guy
He must have been injured, but he still ran away. Fat Dragon is searching, but there is little hope."
"Hoo, ho..."
Ma Hou was still gasping for breath, and he did not expect Fei Long to avenge him. Similarly, he did not expect Jing Xin to come out to help him. It was only necessary for actions to call each other brothers. Hiding the relationship between the Amaterasu Order and the Amaterasu Order was also an action.
Request. They also know each other well, and they are both cold-blooded people. Even if Fei Long came to the rescue before, he probably did it only when he thought he could succeed. In this context, there is no need for Ma Hou to be resentful... Bullshit!
Now he wants to quarrel with people when he sees them, but there is only desolate red land around him. In fact, he has indeed quarreled with this wasteland. There are shallow pits on the ground now, and his crotch is also wet and uncomfortable...
What a nightmare!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The horse and monkey hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly.
If you are a particularly respectable person, you might want to wipe your neck at this time. It's not like a horse and monkey, but when you think about the scene just now, you can't help but feel stars in your eyes and your internal organs burning.
He couldn't understand or accept that Black Mist guy, that coward who only knew how to hide people behind his back, when did he become so terrifying!
It is also a curse-like attack method, which completely obliterates balance and coordination from the physical and spiritual structure and spiritual level. It is impossible to prevent and avoid.
If Feilong hadn't taken action just now, Mahou would definitely have died, and the power that killed him in the end probably originated from him.
Anger, shame, doubt and fear, the negative emotions were surging layer by layer, still consuming Mahou's energy and strength, leaving him with no idea of getting up.
At this time, Jingxin urged him: "Are you feeling better? If so, get up and work."
"You fucking die!"
Jing Xin was not angry either: "Have you been beaten to the point of peeing again by Hei Wu again? Okay, let's be serious, go and take a look at the place where Hei Wu was before."
"What are you looking at?"
"Do you still remember the speculation of the Horned Demon? So far, Fat Dragon has not caught Black Mist, but that guy has been circling around and refuses to leave. This is completely inconsistent with his cowardly temperament. Maybe he is really
Whatever he has discovered, even if he is hiding nearby, once he uncovers what he is trying to hide, he will surely jump higher than anyone else!"
Mahou's face twitched. No matter what his mood was, these words were indeed heard in his ears.
Jing Xin struck while the iron was hot: "It's not appropriate for me to come forward. It would be ideal for your enemy to go there. Don't worry, I, Fei Long, will protect you."
"Is it up to you to take care of it?"
Mahou made a sound, spit out the remaining dirt in his mouth, took off his shirt directly, revealing his lean torso, wiped his face with the barely clean corner of his clothes, gritted his teeth, and headed towards the target area more than ten kilometers away.
Go.
After all, he is a B-level strongman, and he is a type with a relatively balanced development of the mental side and the physical side. It is really miserable when he loses his coordination, which is equivalent to losing the biggest advantage. From this perspective, the black mist does have a presence for him.
There is some restraint.
However, when I came back to my senses and readjusted, the speed of recovery was quite amazing. I was still dragging my feet through mud and water, and it was difficult and heavy. After adapting to the one-kilometer journey, my speed increased rapidly, and I soon regained my speed and agility.
In addition to the sour smell all over his body, which cannot be evaporated for a while, and the obvious stains on his crotch area, he is also a good man.
And in the process, Jingxin also sent an olive branch... ah no, it was the "branch" of the Fusang sacred tree.
That guy learned the lesson from Mahou, completed the prayer early, established a connection with the "Fuso Sacred Tree" in the Yuan District, received the power and assimilated with it, and now connected with Mahou, sharing part of his perception.
, it can also rely on the power of the "Fuso Sacred Tree" to help horses and monkeys gradually stabilize their emotions, and the auxiliary techniques are used very well.
There were still two or three kilometers away from the target area, Jingxin suddenly said:
"Something weird."
"Black mist?" Mahou's hair almost exploded.
"No, the feeling here is very different from other places. It seems to have been interfered by some kind of power. There are residual traces... The Horned Demon is indeed a psychic! Well, the black mist is not bad either, really
Let him discover the problem." Jingxin became a little excited.
Mahou finally jumped out of the shadow of the black fog and thought of the most important task they came here today: "Is this the entrance to the laboratory?"
"Well, it's too early to draw conclusions now. Further observation is needed, but the possibility is very high!" Jingxin analyzed Heiwu's behavior by the way, "That guy Heiwu came for Luo Yuandao's laboratory, but he didn't want to
I took the risk, but after passing through this place and seeing the clues, I gave up the idea of leaving and wanted to eat alone... This is very consistent with the idea of a treasure hunter, but not the idea of an inspector. Well, it is quite reliable."
Jingxin praised her analysis and immediately contacted the horned demon: "Come over and have a look and see if you can match it!"
In the blink of an eye, he said to Mahou again: "Be careful, the black mist may jump out at any time."
But this time, Jingxin's judgment was wrong. The black mist did not appear again. It seemed that he no longer cared about this place. Or maybe he suffered serious injuries that were difficult to heal in the previous fight with Feilong...
Feilong, whose pursuit failed, was unable to make a judgment. He had completely lost the black mist.
Jingxin analyzed again: "Maybe it's fear. The relationship between Feilong and you will probably be exposed, and your identity can't be hidden. But fortunately, everyone knows that he doesn't like to use his brain. It's normal to have someone as his secretary, but
Your secretary is not very competent."
"I'm going to kill him!"
Naturally, this "he" refers specifically. The horse and monkey couldn't wait for the black fog, and the bad mood came back. They paced back and forth on the red earth where they couldn't see any difference, and they were very agitated. The steps became heavier and heavier, and finally they couldn't bear it anymore.
Keep stomping hard and venting wildly.
One leg, two legs, three legs...
There was a muffled sound of "empty", and the red soil under his feet suddenly loosened and sank. Before Mahou could stabilize his balance, there was another long "chi" sound, and hot steam surged up, although it would not hurt the B-level strongman.
Even though he was a monkey, he was still startled. He instinctively shrank his crotch and jumped back.
"what?"
In the area where he had stomped to vent, the collapsed red soil and the upwelling water merged to form rolling mud.