Nine hundred and sixtieth nine chapters can do nothing
Lin Chou felt as if his whole body had been subjected to a cold dimension-reducing blow. He trembled and wriggled his fingers, and said laboriously,
"Spell, Warlock... Is it finally time for me to join the [Intangible Chiefs Club]..."
The warlock raised a huge "?" sign and said angrily,
"You are the African chief, and your whole family is the African chief - you do what you do and love what you do. I am proud and proud of myself as a professional practitioner of warlock who loves peace and science. I am not, I am just unlucky! Even if I am poor,
I am also a dignified scientific researcher!"
Lin Chou didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, and spit out bubbles, um, blood bubbles.
"Help, help me up, I can still... be angry again..."
Leng Han stood aside helplessly, neither helping nor not. He was so nervous that he even forgot to take care of his soaked clothes.
Exquisite relief, cheetah-like lines.
However, Lin Moumou can be regarded as a guy with a "6++" level of physical strength, and he will not die so easily - he just looks a little flat, so it's just a joke.
The warlock consoled him,
"I remember when I read a novel. There was a kind of peerless magical skill in it. The process of cultivation is to use the skill to break the bones all over the body, and then use the skill to heal them. Repeatedly, the bone strength increases and the physical fitness is awesome. In the end, the protagonist is old
It’s amazing, I’m telling you, you’ve reached the pinnacle of your life – if he wants to touch you, you’ll still be the one who hit him with your car even if you go to 18 different hospitals for evaluation!”
After hearing the warlock's "comfort", Lin Chou puffed up her bubbles even more happily.
Leng Han opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
She whispered,
"So what they said is true...that even I can't control my bloodline abilities?"
Lin Chou raised his hand tremblingly, and the bones in his hand crackled, almost forming a strip like noodles.
"This is my passive skill! Do you understand passive? Energy saving and environmental protection!"
Leng Han was speechless.
Lin Moumou, who has an abnormally strong physique, checked himself and estimated that it would take a day and a night to barely regain his mobility. The main premise is that he has sufficient nutritional reserves.
As for combat effectiveness, it will take a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. There is no special medicine or the like to assist, so don't even think about it.
Lin Chou's tears fell, feeling aggrieved like a 200-month-old child.
"What the hell if it were sea bluestone instead of water..."
"Get out of the way! I'm going to scream!"
Seeing that Lin Chou's injuries were just "skin wounds", the warlock simply didn't pay much attention to them. To an evolutionist, could skin wounds be called injuries?
The warlock ran back and forth excitedly, "There is a whole mountain of sea bluestone. Do you think I will get rich if I move this thing back?"
Otherwise, it would be hard to find a way out, so the warlock immediately began to think about the feasibility of this plan.
Leng Han didn't dare to touch Lin Chou. After all, Lin Moumou's current appearance was unbearable to look at - what would happen if the bones grew crooked if he moved them?
Leng Han shook his head and said,
"It's impossible. Look at this sea bluestone mountain. It's almost a whole. At least I didn't see any cracks or any other traces."
"The larger the sea bluestone, the more terrifying it is. Even when its volume reaches a certain level, it is almost inseparable. It can already produce resistance to its 'origin'. Only the purest physical means can fully affect sea blue stone.
superior."
Mingguang's city defense relies on this characteristic of sea bluestone. The sea bluestone bricks of standard volume are built with specific materials and techniques to build the city. Although the magical connection between them is not as terrible as the natural sea blue stone as a whole, at least it is
Being able to achieve 10% of its effect is already a very scary number.
The low, gently sloping mountain beneath the three of them, lying across the lofty mountains of Zushan, is probably hundreds of kilometers long. There are no formed cliffs or cracks as far as the eye can see, just like a piece of chewed gum.
Infinitely elongated, the surface is extremely smooth and clean.
The warlock walked around and observed, and then came to a not-so-good conclusion: even with his method, it would be more than worth the gain if he wanted to cut this sea bluestone mountain into shape and transport it back to Mingguang - because the physical loss was completely inconsistent with the gain.
superior.
To put it bluntly, even if he could transport this thing back to Mingguang and sell it, the money earned would not be enough to pay for his food.
The warlock sat down on the ground,
"Reality is so cruel..."
Leng Han's eyebrows also wrinkled, feeling very anxious.
"The rebel party's secret stronghold is under this mountain? This..."
It's very difficult to do.
Well, Lieutenant General Leng has already determined that this emergency incident was caused by the rebels, right?
Psychic power and control of living corpses have become synonymous with rebelling against the party - maybe sea monsters' attack on the coastal defense line is also a means of rebelling against the party.
Anyway, no one will refute on behalf of the rebel party. All kinds of troubles can be blamed on them, and they cannot be regarded as false accusations.
This sea bluestone mountain makes Leng Han's face look even more ugly. This is simply cheating. If you want to build this secret stronghold, don't you have to demolish the mountain? No one can do it!
"Sure enough, this is in line with the trait of the rebel party hiding its head and showing its tail."
The feeling given to people who have rebelled against the Party over the years is completely in line with that cheap old saying - I just like the way you can't stand me but can't get rid of me.
Their methods and style of conduct have never been aimed at killing as many Mingguang people or reducing Mingguang's combat effectiveness. It is as if they are simply disgusting people for the sake of disgusting them. It is confusing and at the same time suffocating and irritating to the point of arrhythmia.
Leng Han didn't understand. What exactly did he want to rebel against the party?
Have the rebels received any substantial benefits from Mingguang over the past decades or hundreds of years?
No! Not at all!
Who doesn't do it for profit and just for temporary pleasure?
Then you have to pour tons of gutter oil into your brain to be able to do this...
The more Leng Han thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Are all these people crazy?
...
underground space.
The dark and empty space seemed to still be echoing with the crashing sound from above the ground. Liu Renjun raised his head and stared at the top of the cave for a long time, his eyes seeming to be frozen on it.
"Are you scared?" an old voice echoed.
With the sound of this sound, countless pairs of scarlet or perlite-white eyes lit up in the living corpse nest on the rock wall. The roaring and chewing sounds suddenly filled the underground space, which was disturbing.
chaos.
The old voice seemed very satisfied with the atmosphere,
"The little darlings seem to be starving... Haha! Renjun, you have become much quieter since you came back from Mingguang last time."
Liu Renjun, who had a handsome face and wore a white shirt, had a trace of lingering weariness between his eyebrows. He covered his mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief.
"Anzu, I..."
The old voice suddenly laughed, and the entire underground space seemed to be shaking. The living corpses in the lair were shivering, and blood began to drip from Liu Renjun's mouth and nose.
The old voice laughed for a while,
"It seems that there is not much time left for this skin to withstand your spiritual power. Are you satisfied with the 'things' brought back by the corpse group?"
Liu Renjun's expression changed drastically and he said in a trembling voice,
"Anzu!"
The voice called Anzu suddenly became harsh and strange, with a hint of coldness,
"Ren Jun! Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters! Furthermore, my parents are the ones who bear the burden of my body and skin - why not return this skin to me now?"
Liu Renjun lowered his head, looked at his legs that had lost their shape and turned into a squirming mass of rotten flesh, and swallowed hard.
He gritted his teeth and said,
"Anzu, can you give me some more time."
Anzu's voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction,
"The kindness of a woman! It's just a skin that can no longer be used. If it weren't for the restraint of this skin, your achievements would never stop at what you are now."
Liu Renjun pondered for a moment, his eyes full of urgency and hatred.
"If...I mean if I give up my body, can I compete with a warlock?"
Boom~
The invisible spiritual storm raged in the underground space, Anzu roared,
"Liu Renjun! You are forcing me!"
Liu Renjun lowered his head sadly,
"As expected, so what if I change my skin..."
The storm subsided, Anzu said calmly,
"Renjun, we have reached a consensus with the virtual beasts to a certain extent. By using them, maybe one day we can -"
Liu Renjun raised his head and calmly interrupted Anzu's words,
"What day is it?"
The underground space was silent for a long time, Anzu's voice revealed a helpless emotion,
"The 'Warlock' itself is a kind of bloodline, the bloodline we long for. He is not only a spiritual entity, but also a so-called spiritual body and a virtual body."
"What we worry about, such as the endless and irreversible dissipation process of spiritual power without physical support and other disadvantages, Warlocks have no such worries at all."
"This world has never been fair, but even I have never thought that fate would be unfair to this extent. In order to pursue the ultimate power, we even give up our bodies and wander in the vast spiritual world to find the truth. And some people
But from the very beginning he has reached the 'end point' that we are looking up to. This is not enough, this so-called 'end point' is only his starting point."
The corners of Liu Renjun's mouth twitched, and he smiled very bitterly,
"Oh, is this the difference between RMB warriors and Brick Gods that people often talked about before the Cataclysm?"
I believe that the warlock uncle would burst into tears if he could hear the conversation between the two of them - he would give this Gou his life's luck, all the circulation points he could earn in the future, and all the material life he should have in a package of full TM recharges.
You are a son of a 'warlock'. In such a tragic atmosphere, you idiots are still lamenting the unfairness of your fate?
Why didn’t Auntie Destiny just kill you all...
Anzu Road,
"My child, one day the people of Mingguang will understand that everything they insist on now is illusion, and what we, the Liu family, believe in is the only reality. This world no longer belongs to human beings, it has long been gone...
"
Liu Renjun sneered,
"Anzu, if I hadn't seen that place with my own eyes, no matter what you said, I would have thought that your words were just to brainwash me."
Anzu seemed to have been struck by the punchline, and laughed non-stop. After a while, he said,
"Renjun, this is why I chose you. You always bring a lot of fun to the boring life of us old guys."
Liu Renjun shrugged and said,
"Are these pleasures based on my pain?"
Anzu was silent for a moment,
"I'll give you another chance to think about it. If you can't, you will lose everything you have now, including your freedom."
Liu Renjun had a sarcastic look on his face,
"Hehe, you have already found the candidate for the next 'talent show', right? You are as eager as ever."
Anzu did not respond.
Liu Renjun frowned and said,
"They have found this place. Is it a good deal to expose one of our most important lairs for a possible ideal skin?"
Anzu Road,
"It was an accident to be discovered - but still a good deal."
"Should we move the nest now?"
"No, if the little guy above can solve the problem of this thousand-meter-thick sea bluestone mountain, I have nothing to say."
"..."
Anzu Road,
"Everything required for the conversion ceremony has been prepared and completed. If you agree, you can start now - oh, and wait until they leave. The conversion ceremony must be in a 'quiet' environment to ensure the chance of success. There is only one chance.
There is no room for carelessness.”
Liu Renjun said strangely,
"So even if I agree, I still have to wait until they leave?"
"yes."
"What if they really destroyed Aquamarine Mountain."
"So I'm here, and it's my responsibility to take you away."
Even with Liu Renjun's self-cultivation, he couldn't help but curse: God's logic!
Anzu Road,
"wait."
Silence returned to the empty underground cave.
Liu Renjun was lost in thought, and then gradually closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.
I do not know how long it has been,
Boom~
Boom~
Boom~
Liu Renjun woke up, "It finally started."
With three earth-shaking roars in succession, the empty underground space turned into an unprecedentedly huge bell, amplifying the sound exponentially, as if the air had been distorted.
Liu Renjun wiped the blood from his nose and ears.
"I really envy this guy whose brain is full of muscles. He must eat a lot more meat every day, right?"
"My body is too fragile."
...
On Hai Qingshi Mountain, Leng Han held his knees with both hands, breathing heavily, with big beads of sweat dripping on the stone.
She looked as if she had just been fished out of the water, and all the muscles in her body were trembling, and she was even a little unsteady when standing.
"It's so... so terrible..."
She used a giant hammer transformed from extremely dense metal, and used all her "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" power to hit the mountain, but not even a single trace, not even a white mark, was left behind.
It felt like every attack was spread to every corner of the entire mountain in an instant. She was attacking the entire sea bluestone mountain.
As powerless as an earthworm shaking a tree!
The warlock scratched his forehead frantically,
"How is it possible? It's impossible. As a spirit body, this stone can actually block me? This is not physics! There is no scientific basis!"
Leng Han sat on the ground, sweating profusely,
"This is the characteristic of sea bluestone, or it can be said to be the 'rule'. Once the volume reaches a certain level, it can only be solved head-on with the purest physical means. And your technique is obviously not recognized as 'physical'