Doomsday Pavilion

There is only one reason why Ling Shanye also has fear:

The flesh and blood remnants of the blood corpses on the ground are gathering in a large area, wriggling abnormally.

The bright coating that sticks to the wall in the entire island is like a fungus strain magnified and fast-forwarded hundreds of times under an electron microscope. The mixture of flesh, bone and internal organs with an average volume of no more than 0.5 cubic centimeters adheres to each other. , The bluish-black blood vessels are regenerating and beating regularly in the tissue, and a certain viscous liquid gurgling in them.

The overall painting style may be more suitable for the place of the little ghost army, which is more like hell than the real world.

And these flesh and blood struggled to grow in only one direction-where the blood corpse ruled the corpse.

Lin Choumo gave the corpse two hard hits, however, the attack did not work, but the mucus was splashed everywhere, almost splashing on himself.

Yes, that handsome is waiting for you.

The warlock suddenly said,

"How can it feel a bit familiar, similar to the little ghost army...Is this also a summoning?"

"What's the mess—Lin Zi, do you have anything more cruel! Give it two more shots!"

Lin Chou thought for a while and spread his hands.

"Next time I go out to work, remember to remind me to hang up the weak and easy to shovel."

"..."

Shan Ye feels that if he stays with Lin Chou like this, the survival instinct and the easy-to-use sixth sense in the wilderness are likely to go with the wind-God, who can tell you how big the heart of Da Shan is? Is it possible to install a whole world in?

Those lawn-like flesh and blood tissues squirmed and released a misty light, undulating like a tide and spreading to the body of the corpse leader.

The commander of the blood corpse is like a seed that is sprouting. It swells and then shatters. From the corpse grows a cluster of entangled flesh and blood veins. The palpitating wave sweeps across the island from it, like an ancient monster. Resuscitate, wake up from a deep sleep.

Such a sphere also appeared at the bottom of the big crater formed by the explosion, which frightened Shan Ye.

"Fuck, how come there is another one?"

Then, Shan Ye found that there was a little shining green in the soil on the other side of the pit.

"Potted plants?! You fucking haven't gone yet!!!"

The basin guide awkwardly pushed aside the floating soil on her head, a pile of equipment was running under her feet, she said meanly,

"A sheep is also rushed, and a group of sheep is also released. Brother Sorrow, I believe you, come on, come on~!"

Huang Dashan really wanted to throw the warlock on his back over to kill this guy.

The warlock said in a duet aria,

"As a warlock who deals with the void and the abyss every day, he has amazing intuition and insight. I always feel that you have some very rude thoughts in your heart just now, and I advise you to give it up."

Huang Dashan panted heavily,

"From the beginning of the rest to the present, still not satisfied? It's time to get off Lao Tzu's back--not to say that you are a spirit body, and your body is composed of smoke. Why are you so heavy?!"

The warlock's head tilted and pressed tighter.

"The thinking of you pure material creatures is really difficult to understand, but you are quite warm, giving me the comfort of returning my soul to the plane of hell to take a magma bath. Cough, this will help me recover my strength. Don’t move. When you don't talk, it's a man."

Master Shan was anxious, and couldn't shake off the empty cloak that was very touchless.

"Lao Tzu is already at a disadvantage if he can barely carry you on his back, well, who knows if it will be as unlucky as you... Every second you stay with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu feels that his chance of death will double.

Everyone and every ghost is talking nonsense, the flesh and blood tissue everywhere gradually loses activity from the edges, turning into a dry and dim color, and then the pieces peel off and turn into fly ash.

Lin Chou yawned and stood up from the ground. Well, the posture of sitting cross-legged was not conducive to blood circulation, and it was a bit uncomfortable.

"It's really slow enough. It's just that this handsome is so kind to have this patience to wait for it to complete the transformation-hey, this handsome is really a good person."

After giving himself a wave of favorability, Lin Chou frowned and looked at the mass of flesh and blood.

The entire sphere has swelled to a height of nearly ten meters, beating like a heart, and the muscles and veins that make up the sphere are twisted and squeezed into each other like worms or snakes. The overall style of painting is just looking at it. For half a year, the thief pulled a sense.

Shan Ye shouted with the potted plants over there,

"I'm coming."

"There is something to come out, ah, the recorder is in place, don't miss any angle."

"boom!"

As soon as the monster inside came out, Lord Shan’s expression instantly turned black and green.

"Lin Lin Lin Lin Zi, have you seen it!"

Lin Chou was disgusted by the smell of the biochemical leak at that moment, "Oh... I saw it, it really is the blood leader resurrected, I said it's not that easy to hammer the big boss, hey, isn't it just tall and strong? Something, this handsome likes this kind of rough skin."

Shan Ye let out a broken sound that was out of tune,

"No, no, no, it, it, it, there is a super giant Tintin!!!"

People always have some pure instincts, and Shan Ye’s prompt with such a huge and terrifying sound made the sight of Lin Chou and the potted plant, as well as all the recorders operated by the potted guide and the lens of the photography equipment, give the "super mega" Here comes a three-dimensional surround-type high-definition close-up, with no blind spots in all directions.

The potted plant let out a scream of blood like a cuckoo,

"Dead rhubarb, smelly rhubarb, rotten rhubarb, you ruined a good set of shots of grandma, ah, ah, you pay me, you pay me!!"

Lin Chou helped the forehead,

"Well, we have reached the second stage, and it will be shipped soon. Can you be more serious? Please..."

The Lord Shan was full of anger,

"This is very important, okay? It's okay for you to see which living corpse grows, maybe we can solve the mystery of the reproduction of living corpses, damn it, so to speak-this tintin is worth old nose money , Linzi, be careful!"

Fortunately, this enlarged version of the corpse leader can't understand human language, otherwise he must have died of cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction when he came out.

Another sphere burst open at this time, but it was not the second blood corpse leader that came out.

Shan Ye directly hiccuped, frightened.

"Fuck, it's really hot?"

This is a "set" of gadgets beyond the common sense of physics.

Its overall appearance is rude and disgusting. It is a humanoid with limbs, but the inside is hollow, and the inside and outside are vascular-like tentacles that are constantly moving. The outer surfaces of the "limbs" and "belly" are covered with bulges of unknown meaning. The bone oracle plate seems to be a Transformer that was put together by a three-year-old child with graffiti. There is also a certain irregular twisted ring pattern. The large ring is covered with the small ring and the small ring is covered by the mosquito coil ring. Uncomfortable.

The warlock blurted out,

"Biological armor?"

After the thing came out, it fell to the ground with a bias, squirming and twisting the body that climbed up to the leader of the blood corpse, assembled and connected on its body surface, entangled with the flesh and blood of the blood corpse, forming a hideous exoskeleton armor.

Lin Chou is very incredible,

"This self-nesting armor is at least +13 orange, right? Damn it, 666."

Shan Ye shouted aside,

"The idea is tangled up, or let's withdraw. If you don't say anything about this guy, I think he is the protagonist. How can he pretend to be a god if he appears!"

Suddenly, the warlock jumped off the mountain master, turning around in place-or floating around.

"Is it right? A familiar smell, a familiar pattern, where I have definitely seen this pattern, very familiar, where is it..."

The sound of "clangclangclang" shook the earth, and Lin Chou easily blocked the attack of the blood corpse.

"I'm talking about a few brothers, this guy's attack power is not good, I'm a little disappointed, what do you mean when you are familiar with Warlock?"

"boom!"

Lin Chou watched at the right time to grab the blood corpse's arm, round it and smash it on the ground, and immediately exploded a bottomless pit with a diameter of at least 20 meters. The blood corpse shook the dirt on his head, Jing Angrily roared and jumped out from the bottom of the pit.

Huang Dashan watched this scene dancing with his scalp, his throat tightened and his eyes turned green.

"Ni, Nima..."

The whole island reverberated with fists to the sound of an earthquake, the sound of broken bones (all blood corpses), and the sound of boulders cracking.

It is estimated that after seeing the scene, it will be difficult for people who have seen the inside information to believe the huge individual gap between the two parties.

One of them is the leader of the blood corpse from the sixth order, with +13 orange armor;

The other is a first-order full-time chef, with at most a shovel for roasting and cooking deboning a triathlon of rice.

The leader of the blood corpse seems to have adapted to such an attack, becoming more vigorous and rising in strength.

The roar of the source's death began to vibrate, and the rapidly expanding aperture was like ripples in the water, covering the entire island at various angles.

Soon, this island became an incomparable krypton gold headlamp on the dark sea, shining tens of kilometers in the sea.

The warlock cried out abruptly again,

"I remember! I saw this pattern in a museum in Mingguang that is not open to the public!"

Shan Ye patted his forehead,

"So, what does that matter?"

The warlock fell into his own world,

"Yes, that's a book. There are stickers and specimens on that book."

"Where have you seen it, that museum, where is the museum museum?"

Writing and painting to the air again,

"Sorry, the haze has blocked my perception. I can’t use the Phantom to return—I can move to the bright light but I can’t come back. Hurry up, I must make sure that I am sure that my memory is correct. What should I do? What to do-yes, I need a spatial anchor point to indicate the coordinate back, a very, very deep anchor point-where is the anchor point, it is best if I have a close connection and causality, the best It is as inseparable as a part of life-wait, then maybe this is always okay?"

"Crack!"

The warlock whispered and suddenly tore off his arm.

Huang Dashan’s eyes burst,

"Fuck, are you crazy?"

The warlock threw his arm into the arms of the mountain master, his tone full of joy,

"I'll go back to the base city and help me get an anchor."

Add a sentence at the end, "Thank you."

"???"

"puff."

The gray mist dispersed, and the uncle Warlock had disappeared.

Our prince raised an arm innocently, and the whole person is wooden,

"Na, Nani?!"

"Is there really none of the guys around this uncle is a normal person?"

Lin Chou shouted while throwing the blood corpse,

"The handsome surnamed Pen told you that this set of combat shots needs to be paid for, you know, I already feel hungry — ah ah ah, I have a good meal, ah ah, my heart hurts, you return it in my pot Nai, the damn guy!!"

It seems that nothing is normal. In short, the current style of painting here is probably like this:

Hey, this wave is stable, skin it, skin it quickly, hurry up, hurry up, no chance.

then,

boom.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

It was another series of exponentially rising kinetic energy blows that made their faces confused.

Shan Ye shrugged, comforting himself,

"Who is Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu Huang Dashan, your grandpa Dashan is fearless! The prince of the left bank hehehehe...In other words, is this'coordinate anchor' style of painting too strange?"

Isn't that nonsense, no one's coordinate anchor point will grow into an arm-like shape, hey, it's not technologically content!

Shan Ye looked inward with his cuffs,

"There's nothing in the dark... By the way, isn't the spirit body visible? Is he really conscious? Wouldn't this guy just pull the sleeves to me and drop his arms, right?"

Shan Ye looked around, the potted plant was busy shooting Lin Chou, the blood corpse leader was busy getting his face, which means he would not notice him at all.

"Hey ha~"

So Lord Shan rolled up his sleeve and stuck it in the sleeve that the warlock left behind.

"Little boy, don't be afraid, let me try the feel..."

Taking Shan Yebang's big-waisted burly figure, a short sleeve can quickly reach his head, but he compared it with his other arm, and the length of this arm can be penetrated by half.

"Nothing?!"

"Fuck, I don't believe it!"

The arm was taken out of the sleeve, and it was intact, not missing the arm at all or disappeared.

Shan Ye walked around, found a branch seven or eight meters long, set up the sleeve of the sorcerer and pierced it.

one meter,

Two meters,

Three meters...

The branch fell in!

Lord Shan was blinded,

"Fuck?"

Overturned the sleeves and flicked, no branches fell out, nothing.

"..."

Niang Xipi, your grandpa Dashan might be hell.

Master Shan watched Lin Chou beating the blood corpse from time to time with the corner of his eye and swept the sleeve.

"Ahem."

From time to time, sneak a stone, a branch, or a few grass leaves into it. These things are like falling into a black hole without a trace.

In the end, all the stone branches and turf in a radius of fifty meters were stuffed into the mountain master, and there was no more stuff to stuff.

"You said it, what a hell!"

The sleeves slashed and stood up diagonally, the cuffs were facing Lord Shan.

"Yes..."

Shan Ye was startled and stared straight at his eyes.

"Shoo, hoo, crack!"

What had been stuffed in just now spewed out from the cuffs at an astonishing speed, smearing Lord Shan's face.

"Shoo, hoo."

Still muddled.

"Shoo, hoo."

In fact, the things Shan Ye stuffed in were a lot.

"Shoo, hoo."

Shan Ye has been buried by rocks, turf and all the messy things.

After a quarter of an hour, the stone rain finally stopped.

Shan Ye showed his head from the pile of rocks,

"Mmp."

Afterwards, the sleeve jumped up, a branch of more than six meters long was held by the sleeve, and he drew it towards the mountain master.

"Cracking crackling."

Of course, this was accompanied by the shouting of Lord Shan,

"Fuck you... If you have something to say, I'm just bored and try to have some fun... I'll wipe your half of your arm and have such a bad temper, stop fighting...