In the high-dimensional sea of consciousness space.
At this moment, in addition to Wang Wutian's own soul, there were seven more strange creatures with the same appearance and talents.
They were all conceived and evolved from the seeds of the Seven Demons of Hunyuan.
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Later. Under the invisible control of spiritual temptation.
But wait until he turns around.
Fu Junyan, who was standing behind him, had a fierce look in his eyes. He pulled out the stainless steel knife pinned to the side of his thigh with his backhand, took a sudden step forward, and split Chargun's head from behind with one knife, cutting off half of his head.
Without any knowledge, Zhargun carefully hid the fake ancient stele and walked towards the place where his boss Fu Junyan was. He was going to offer this mysterious treasure in exchange for some practical benefits.
"I didn't expect that I, Zhargun, would have a chance to make a difference one day, hehehehe..."
"It's a pity that I can't understand what is written on it, alas!"
This helpless sigh contained deep reluctance and regret.
But he had no choice.
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After Zha Ergun handed over the things in his hands to Fu Junyan and carefully recounted his "personal experience" just now, Fu Junyan's heart moved and he immediately ordered Zhaer Gun to lead the way. He wanted to go and take a look for himself.
Zha Ergun bowed and nodded happily, imagining in his mind the generous reward he would receive next.
He casually shook the stainless steel knife in his hand, and all the blood fell off, leaving no blood on the blade.
"The news about such a mysterious ancient stele must not be leaked." Putting away the stainless steel knife again, Fu Junyan stared at the mysterious ancient stele handed over by Zha Ergun with joy, smiled proudly, and whispered secretly: "
Only the dead can keep secrets."
“Keep a dog for a thousand days, use a dog for a while.”
"Char, go away, this dog is not in vain, hahahahaha..."
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Wang Wutian, who was suspended in the air, remained invisible and quietly watched the exchange and murder between Zha Ergun and Fu Junyan, his expression unconcerned and still calm and indifferent.
At the same moment when Charles Gun was killed by Fu Junyan in a sneak attack.
The Demon Heart Soul Seed that was parasitically planted in Chalgun's brain suddenly disconnected from the neurons in Chalgun's brain and flew up on its own. Like a mysterious ghost, it silently entered Fu Junyan's brain.
internal.
at the same time.
The huge and ferocious flying animal flying in the sky suddenly converged its wings and plunged downward with a fierce force.
The black-purple crystal scales covering the surface of its body shone with colorful light under the reflection and refraction of the hazy sunlight, which was very dazzling. The huge body swooped down, sweeping up large waves of clouds and mist.
"Rumble...!"
Parasitize it again and remain dormant and hidden for the time being.
"The seeds of the blank experiment have been planted."
"You only know the complete genetic information of the spiritual source body, but you don't have any actual practice techniques such as the Dawn Breathing Method. I wonder what kind of path you can take? Can you bring me wonderful ideas and surprises?"
The demon soul seed dormant in Fu Junyan's brain will become Wang Wutian's own surveillance eyes, monitoring all the information that Fu Junyan's body sensing organs can detect on his behalf.
"The soul seed will stay here for now, and we will see the results of the change later."
Raising his head, Wang Wutian looked at the underground air raid shelter where Yan Ying and others were hiding, and flew straight over.
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When it gets close to the ground, the four wings on its back stretch out again, allowing it to glide and land near the underground air raid shelter.
The strong body with gnarled muscles made the ground rumble when stepped on.
Such obvious movement immediately attracted the attention of Yan Ying, Yan Yongfeng, Teng Xingchao and others who were hiding in the underground air-raid shelter. They all immediately acted like frightened birds. They subconsciously became vigilant and guarded, and did not dare to let out any air.
For fear of attracting the attention of unknown species outside.
Yan Ying and others were on guard, hiding secretly, and carefully looked towards the entrance, only to see a handsome young man with long hair shawl walking in leisurely and casually.
Even though he was only wearing a rough leopard-print animal skin skirt.
It does not affect at all that her peerless face, which is as rich as jade, her muscular body, full of masculine power and beauty, and her elegant and light walking posture, implying a powerful and frightening invisible pressure of life.
It's like a humanoid ferocious beast overlord strutting around, patrolling his territory.
Just then.
The entrance area of this underground air raid shelter suddenly lit up with a cross-shaped strip of molten light.
"Chichichichi...!"
Before Yan Ying, Teng Xingchao and others could react, the blockade at the entrance to the underground air-raid shelter that had been blocked by them suddenly collapsed inward, sending up bursts of smoke and dust. Everyone panicked and subconsciously stepped back.
Several steps.
Everyone stared at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, which opened in the middle door, in bewilderment, not daring to make any random noise.
"Tap tap tap...!"
Suddenly, bursts of footsteps came from the entrance area.
And a dark red vertical mark between his eyebrows adds a strange and evil feeling to him, making him so handsome that he is almost inhuman.
It is more like a god descending to earth and visiting the mortal world.
Seeing that it was not a scary thing, Teng Xingchao, Yan Yongfeng and others subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly secretly became vigilant. Teng Xingchao took the initiative to stand up from behind a box, holding a painted fire ax.
Cautiously, he shouted to this handsome, strange, muscular man and asked, "Stop, don't go any further, just stand there and talk. Don't you understand the rules of meeting in the apocalypse?"
"Who are you? What are you doing here? And why did you destroy our camp gate?"
"The end of the world? Hahaha..." Hearing the words spoken by the other party, Wang Wutian showed a faint sarcastic smile and said in a calm tone: "This is obviously a glorious and prosperous age where all kinds of frosts compete with each other and are free, which is rare in ancient times."
"The theory of the end of the world is ridiculous."
There are also Yan Mengji’s grandfather Yan Yongfeng, sixth aunt Yan Junqi, ninth cousin Yan Qiang, fifth cousin Yan Chengzhi and others.
Looking at these people, Wang Wutian looked indifferent and ordered in a calm tone: "Family members of the Yan family, come out and follow me. I will take you out of here. It was Yan Mengji who begged me to save you at the expense of herself."
With just one brainwave probe, he already knew the identity information of everyone here.
More than 90% of them are from major aristocratic families and families in the past, and the remaining few can be regarded as trained dead soldiers, bodyguards, and maids.
One is used to protect oneself, and the other is used to vent/desire.
Wang Wutian didn't even look at Teng Xingchao.
Turning to focus on the Yan family hiding here, one of them, a middle-aged man in his forties with a face similar to the Chinese character and a slender body, was Yan Mengji's biological father Yan Ying. He carried an air of calm and self-respect.