Next to the city wall in the outer city, the warlock master no longer had the mood to compose an emoticon with gray mist. Summit 23S.
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How many years have passed, except for the technical error that gave Mingguang an extra port, he has never been as embarrassed as he is today!
Normal people will suffer varying degrees of headaches, dizziness, or direct sudden death even if they overuse their brains. The warlock's current mental strength is like a wine vat that has been licked by the mountain master. It is empty and only a little bit of flavor is left.
Okay, not to mention how painful it is.
Fortunately, the warlock is not a physical entity, which saves a lot of unnecessary suffering.
A large group of members of the Research Institute's Development Committee appeared out of nowhere, serving tea and water and preparing a bunch of secret recipes. However, they were all in vain. The warlock had no intention of replenishing his energy, and instead became more and more tired.
weak.
Without the neon dragon to take the lead, the beast tide cannot pose a fundamental threat to the three walls for the time being. Although the evolvers are still struggling, they can still hold on.
In other words, the biggest problem at the moment is still the big white sheep that refuses to leave (although it can't leave at all).
The magician said,
"I felt a lot of mixed and agitated traces of mental induction in its mind. These traces are very 'fresh' and are definitely the result of someone's deliberate manipulation. I would say... This kind of person is too timid to see it.
How could a creature that could jump like a mouse suddenly become so ferocious...mad...it's been tricked..."
These words were said directly, which made the senior management of Mingguang look very unhappy, furious and... but also... unable to pay attention to it.
Yes, that's right, people have stolen it all in the upper city area. At this moment, the top management of the temporary headquarters are in a state of panic, although the second news soon came.
A small car drove out from the second-wall city gate. It looked tattered as if it had just been gnawed by a dog. It finally reached the west gate. Large clouds of thick smoke with ash particles spewed out from the rear of the car.
Completely lying down.
Wei Qingyu came out of the smoke-filled cab and whispered something into his father's ear. Wei Tianxing was obviously taken aback.
"ah?"
"Then...so...Grandma Yue is also here~"
Wei Tianxing waved his hand without much expression on his face.
"That's good, you can die as much as you like, and you point at me to feel sorry for them. Maybe they don't even care."
Wei Qingyu smiled charmingly.
Then she suddenly accelerated and jumped to Leng Han's side, hugged Leng Han directly, and shouted,
"Wow wow wow... You really picked up the little ice cube~ I saw it all~ Hee hee~ Xiao Linzi is pretty awesome!"
Leng Han had nothing to do with Wei Qingyu, who was much older than her but had always had this temper. His face turned red and he said anxiously,
"Sister Qingyu, put me down quickly, you, you, you..."
"Hmph~"
Wei Qingyu walked like a mountain king who had just finished a gathering of 108 villages, and slapped Lin Chou on the back.
"Lord Poseidon, my little lady wishes you well!"
Lin Chou was so frightened that he almost threw the shovel out.
"Yo yo yo, who is this? Lord Warlock! Holding a chicken? When did this new trend appear in Base City?"
Wei Qingyu obviously knows the warlock,
"Hey, loud voice, what are you doing with the sheep? Are you tired..."
The sorcerer was so angry that he held Yuan Shouyi in his Dantian and kept mouthing,
"Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, give me a critical hit..."
Wei Qingyu suddenly became unhappy,
"Hey! Hey! Loud voice, someone is talking to you! Are you pretending not to recognize me?"
"Sheep, sheep, sheep..."
It can be seen from the angle of Wei Qingyu's eyebrows that the eldest lady of the Wei family is in a thunderous mood.
A group of people who were sent by the high-level officials of the base city to look after the warlocks around them felt very anxious. Miss Xindao, please don't make trouble at this time, for all the common people in the world, the common people!
But no one in this group of guys dared to say a word, so they could only gesture wildly at this person's biological father with their eyes.
Wei Tianxing swallowed his saliva and said cautiously,
"Baby girl, um..."
Miss Wei glanced over and was so stunned that Wei Tianxing choked and forgot what to say next.
Yes, it seems that the Leng family and the Wei family have very similar family traditions. They are as close as one family.
No matter how much people in the circle slander and despise you, the situation is still the same.
Even caring people (evolved people who are watching the excitement and don’t mind the chaos) took the time to communicate in a low voice,
"Ah, Miss Wei's tutor is really strict and scary."
"That's not true... Then again, isn't Lieutenant General Leng more... humph..."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand the situation. The situation of the Leng family is completely different. The reason why Earl Leng has no say in front of Lieutenant General Leng is because he can't defeat Lieutenant General Leng. If he can't defeat him, he can't defeat him. It's better to be reasonable and well-founded.
Right, but Earl Leng also worked very hard to fight for it? But our Lord Wei is different... Lord Wei doesn't even dare to fight for it... Pfft..."
Lin Chou carefully touched Leng Han's arm,
"Hey, Sister Wei and the Warlock... have a problem?"
Leng Han whispered,
"You don't know? Sister Qingyu and Grandma Yue made the warlock's robe for him together. They have been busy for many days..."
Lin Chou thought about it, eh, this relationship looks like, it seems, it should be considered a good one, right?
Leng Han added,
"Later I heard that Warlock couldn't get the money... But I don't blame Warlock. At that time, his research project was dismissed by the Scientific Research Institute and he was kicked out. The clothes were customized by the Scientific Research Institute during the previous cooperation.
, and then the Research Institute turned its back on the person, and Sister Qingyu gritted her teeth when she mentioned this..."
"..."
Is there such an operation?!
By the way, the Research Institute is too petty, it’s just a piece of clothing!
When Lin Chou was still thinking that the Unscrupulous Scientific Research Institute, in addition to being a circulation point crusher, also had the stinky habit of turning his elbows inward and being petty, he didn't know what was going on over there, but he heard Wei Qingyu's scolding and a mist.
A green light rose into the sky.
The green light instantly transformed into a giant palm, and he stretched out his index finger to point at the white sheep transformed into a neon dragon. This palm was obviously modeled after Miss Wei herself, perfectly inheriting all her advantages: white, slender, slender, and moving.
, Yingying pointed a finger, as gentle as picking flowers with bare hands.
"boom!"
The palm disappeared in an instant, and a phantom of flame hundreds of meters high rose up.
The dazed and frightened big white sheep let out a "baa" sound, but did not know that a huge piece of magma melted out of the ground behind it.
The last three streams of light from the warlock's fingertips hit the big white sheep, but they had no effect. The spell immediately failed, and the streams of light dissipated with a "puff-puff-puff".
He stammered,
"You...what did you do..."
Wei Qingyu held the chicken he snatched from the warlock in his arms, with a look of hatred for Zhao Zhao and Mo Ming's pride on his face, and pointed at him with the tip of his chin,
"Humph, don't you want a sheep? I'll give you one!"
At the same time, the 100-meter-high flame shadow gradually dissipated, and four disembodied burning "light strips" emerged from the big white sheep, spanning a long distance and connecting to the depths of the bright light.
The flame shadow seemed to have found its home, giving people a feeling like a bomb fuse and quickly spread along the four light strips, and the "burned" light strips directly turned into nothingness.
"What's that..."
The lava spreading under the big white sheep gradually solidified into a brightly colored glazed state, forming an 800-meter-long picture scroll, which is exactly what the neon dragon itself looks like, every detail is present.
...
In Shangcheng District, Liu Renjun, who was still teasing his four subordinates, was going crazy.
"What's going on...Ten years of hard work...just raised four of them...how come..."
Each of the four people was connected to a colorful strip of ethereal light. The fire in the distance was devouring it at an increasingly faster speed, giving Liu Renjun an unpleasant premonition with his eyebrows icy and his heart beating wildly. Finally,
"puff."
The aura that flashed from time to time in the four people's eyes was completely gone.
Liu Renjun was dumbfounded.
There was a hint of ferocity on Jun Yi's face,
"Waste, waste...ha..."
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand lightly, and the bodies of the four people exploded into a large mass of blood, revealing four squirming masses of flesh and blood.
"It's useless...they're still there...then...it's up to me!!"
...
Lin Chou looked at the neon dragon pattern "painted" on the ground and kept saying one word,
"Hold the grass...what is this..."
Leng Han was also dumbfounded,
"I don't know...Sister Qingyu still has this kind of ability...a third-level awakener...flame talent..."
The bosses of the garrison shouted from afar,
"Miss Wei, please explain what happened...Neon Dragon...Is it possible to change back?"
Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes for a moment,
"What neon dragon? Huh? That sheep? Oh... I'm just telling you, my shaping was inexplicably successful..."
After repeated questioning, Wei Qingyu had to explain his bloodline ability reluctantly. After all, in Mingguang, inquiring about other people's bloodline talents is an act that can easily turn into a fight.
This thing is too private.
"My bloodline skill, the Great Impression Flame Shaping Finger, permanently fixes the opponent's current form on a certain level."
Well...
Well, the explanation is very brief, and many evolutionaries don't understand it at all.
Only the warlock exclaimed as if his mind was about to explode,
"Damn it, Wei Qingyu, don't you have a talent related to flames? This is obviously an abyssal void system... or space form magic!"
"???"
The warlock took a breath and said that he didn't seem to have an organ called lungs, and he had no idea what the use of inhaling was.
The warlock's tone revealed feelings of loneliness, pity and helplessness,
"This is a Gushi form of space magic. It is very useless and extremely high-level. It can completely retain the opponent's form in a certain space level. In places like the Void Demon Realm and the Abyss, this kind of magic belongs to a certain
Some specific ethnic groups, and its role is limited to killing certain powerful and immortal beings. It is full of pertinence and malice... Don’t understand? Let me give you an example. In my hometown, there is a thief who is awesome.
The Lich King was killed by this kind of magic. As we all know, high-level lichs can cut off part of their souls, and then hide them in some nooks and crannies, such as outer space, the main material world, or simply set up
It is determined to be another 'life'-like existence, which is commonly known as the lich's phylactery, do you know?"
(You know what the hell, who is talking to you normally, who is telling you everyone, what the hell are you talking about?!)
The warlock put on an attitude that he would focus here and take the test tomorrow.
"Well, in short, a lich with a phylactery is very disgusting. No one can kill it unless the phylactery is destroyed. If you want to kill a high-level lich, you will definitely not be able to pass the phylactery. They can destroy the phylactery."
If you can't find it yourself, how can others find it? Some big guys who have lived for endless years have even cut off their phylacteries in more than single digits. However, with the spell that can fix the original form, you can perfectly bypass this.
The blind alley is covered in pia's face. No matter how many life boxes you have, this 'you' is 'you' now. If you die, you are really dead."
"That's roughly what it means, but in reality it's much more complicated than that."
Listening to you is better than ten years of reading. At this moment, everyone's thinking is very active.
(Hometown of the Warlock...)
(Immortal existence...)
(Magic in the form of Gushi...)
There shouldn't be any problems at the Research Institute for the time being, so Lao Hu and the old dean immediately got mad. Does this mean that those myths passed down from ancient times are really possible to be true? In a certain dimension
Or maybe there are still a lot of scarlet eyes in space coveting our "Main Material Realm" that is already riddled with holes?
There were more potted plants than anyone expected, more and more, so she moved forward,
"Sister Qingyu..."
"Um?!"
"Your bloodline ability...I don't understand Gushi's form...could it...with just one finger you can make people stay young forever?"
Wei Qingyu patted the little one's grass-green hair,
"What are you thinking? The big impression flame shaping pointer is aimed at 'form' rather than 'status'. Otherwise, find someone stupid and bold to fill up the status, use the bloodline ability that instantly enhances strength, and then drink a whole bottle to explode the vitality tenfold.
Wouldn't it be possible to create an invincible existence with the 'crazy' potion of strength with one finger? So of course it doesn't include time..."
When Wei Qingyu said this, the warlock tilted his head slightly, as if he had thought of something and remained silent.
However, the potted plants were completely relieved and beaming.
(Wow, the business of Dabao Essence was almost over. It was so risky.)
Wei Qingyu had something of unknown meaning in his brows, and hesitantly said to the warlock with a smile on his face,
"Oh... By the way, when I just used the skill, it seemed that I made a small technical error. The success of the big impression flame shaping finger seemed to solidify your mental power flame to some... It's hard to say.
What about the form..."
The warlock was immediately startled. He took off his cloak and took out a strange mirror. After looking at it, he fainted quickly.
From the strange mirror, everyone could vaguely see the fire of spiritual power between the warlock's two huge and rugged horns, showing a lifelike flaming beauty. It seemed that "she" was dancing a cataclysm while holding on to the two horns.
A very famous ** dance in the past.
Lin Chou smacked his lips,
"Hey, how come this beautiful pole dancer looks a bit like Sister Qingyu?"