Dark Matter Museum

The six bald-headed bosses did their best to smash the black shadows of the full car countless times.But every time, the shadow will condense and recover, like an immortal body.Ten minutes passed, everyone was panting with exhaustion, but still did not find any weakness.

"Damn, these monsters are obviously dog-level, and their attack power is not strong, just as if they can't be killed. It's too tossing." The second child cursed.

"These monsters must have weaknesses." The boss squinted his eyes with a serious face: "Get down, let me come."

He gave a violent shout, and the stick in his hand was like a whirlwind, whirled and sternly, pushing away the hostility around him.In Car No. 13, perhaps only Ye Nuo noticed something strange.As the number of times the shadow was crushed increased, the atmosphere in the carriage became more depressing.Dark energy is accumulating, and it is extremely suppressed, which is eye-catching.

In Ye Nuo's eyes, the entire carriage was as dark as midnight, making people breathless.

The bald-headed stick whirlwind swept the dark dark energy into a blank, and the energy exploded under the air pressure.

"Ha!" A stick attacked linearly, and within the launch range, half of the black shadow of the carriage was alive in the energy burst.The bald man squatted on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath.When this big move was issued, he almost exhausted his strength.

"I blasted these monsters into slag and gasified them directly. I see how they can recover." The bald boss was very confident about this trick of his own.

But before he laughed, his expression was completely frozen.

The black figure condensed again, and these monsters, visible to the naked eye, became more solid.

"How is it possible that the monster is upgrading?" Everyone's eyes widened.

The old five smiled bitterly: "It's no wonder that the decontamination master sent from Spring City in the early stage will die on the road. These things are simply immortal. Who killed it."

The black figure roared silently, rushing over the crowd.More than a hundred shadows, the whole carriage was covered with air tightly.They may run or be afraid, spread their teeth and dance their claws, in groups of three or five, and will not let go when grasping and pulling people.Desperately trying to squeeze into the human body.

Old Qi screamed, and suddenly he stopped moving when he was still wielding a short sword.

A dark shadow grabbed his mouth, don't let a dark shadow stand on tiptoes, as if wearing clothes, thrusting himself into Old Qi's mouth from his feet.This tall man was completely unable to move, his hands, feet and torso were all dragged by the shadows.

When the black shadow completely entered Lao Qi's mouth, Lao Qi let out an inhuman roar.His eyes are all black, and his pupils are not visible.The dagger in his hand is also completely black, as if polluted with filth, emitting an unknown black smoke.

"Lao Qi is possessed! Kill him soon!" Seeing Lao Qi grabbing a black dagger and attacking him, the scared soul was almost gone.

He turned around in the air and finally escaped between the attacks of Old Qi and Sombra.But the situation was already precarious, and he could not hide for long.

"Holy woman." The old bald smashed vigorously, resisting the attack from the shadow, and screamed: "My lord saint, if you don't make a move, we will all be wiped out."

Ji Xiaotong didn't move, but he kept talking about something.In the beautiful figure hidden under her leather clothes and pants, every muscle and curve are gathering energy.

At this moment, Ye Nuo, who had been watching the excitement, suddenly gave a hey.

He felt that the dark energy in his body was a bit wrong.What's wrong is not only his energy, but also the key to the museum in the Dantian.Ever since Ye Nuo became a museum administrator and was recognized by the museum, the set of keys has been silent in his pubic area, inseparable from him.And besides him, no one can see it.

But when Ji Xiaotong was chanting the curse silently, the set of keys suddenly made a roar like a dragon.The sound only entered his ears, only he could hear it.

As Ji Xiaotong chanted the curse faster and faster, the feeling pouring into his body became stronger.Like Ji Xiaotong's spell, Mingmingzhong connected with him.The content of the spell was obscure, and even Ye Nuo couldn't understand it at all, but there was a hint of clarity in his mind.

Ji Xiaotong seemed to be asking for some power from herself through chanting.

What is this, what is going on?He obviously saw this girl for the first time, and he didn't understand whether it was an enemy or a friend.This person began to ask for strength from himself.To be honest, Ye Nuo was a little dazed.

But soon, he understood the situation.The girl is not really drawing power from him, but praying to the owner of his key and some mysterious power in the museum.As the contemporary owner of the museum, he is the person closest to her in disguise, that is, using the spell to ask for his consent.

At this moment, Ye Nuo felt that he seemed to have become a god.He became the god that Ji Xiaotong prayed hard for.As long as she has a thought, her power will be lost.That feeling is very weird.

"It seems that the secrets of the museum are far more profound than I had guessed. At least the saint in front of me, she wants to use a specific dark energy trick, and at this specific distance, she needs my consent. "Ye Nuo touched his chin, and guessed countless possibilities in a second.

"Well, I received your prayer." Ye Nuo smiled and spoofed in his heart with a glance at the girl.

'Ding, authority points, decrease by one.'

Following these words, a cold voice came into Ye Nuo's mind.This is the system sound of the museum. What do these mean?Is there a penalty for emotionally answering the prayers of others?

Obediently, brother, I don't even know what the authority points are for museums, so why did I reduce my points?

Ye Nuo felt depressed in his heart.

On the other side, Ji Xiaotong suddenly sweated down drop by drop.This particular mantra belongs to one of the decontamination mantras that every saint candidate needs to practice.Originally it was just a procedure, the faster the curse, the better, it can usually be done in a second or two, and the decontamination technique can be performed smoothly.

But this time, it didn't work.She chanted the spell for more than ten seconds, and her tongue was almost knotted, but she didn't use it.Energy is constantly accumulating in the body, and it cannot be released. The girl feels like a balloon that is about to explode at any time, so uncomfortable.

Finally, at the moment when she was really about to be broken by the energy in her body, several thunderous voices came in her mind:'I, received your prayer.'

Then the energy surged from the palm of her hand.

A storm of white energy exploded, and wherever it went, all the black figures were destroyed, and there was no scum left.

In the blink of an eye, the entire carriage was clean.