Doomsday Pavilion

The mountain master on the city wall is still speculating for no reason that the diligence of that group of female evolutionaries who are righteous looks to the uncle warlock, who is a spirit body, is completely tantamount to playing the piano, which is wrong.

He grinned unscrupulously.

"Tsk tsk, but that's it, you can't communicate in depth~"

The word "deep" is particularly heavy.

An old man next to him who looked at least 60 or 70 years old and his hair was half white sneered twice.

"Shoun Lang, this is a bit biased."

With a question mark in his forehead, Huang Dashan picked up the black acacia spear and threw it down, nailing a few strange animals to the ground, absent-mindedly.

"Old man, what do you mean? Lord Shan, I am professional!"

The old man laughed without saying a word. He was thin but not at all short and straight. He dropped a spear in his wheelchair. The light and weak spear didn't pierce any strange beasts. He fell sideways with a "pop" on the ground.

Huang Dashan just wanted to open his mouth to taunt a few words, but saw that the bulls around the spear suddenly turned, and the sharp and long horns directly opened the belly of the comrades behind each other, and then overturned more than a dozen strange animals. I was trampled under the feet by the beast tide.

Shan Ye suffocated what he said. Could this old man control the alien beast?This is so fucking awesome, I haven't heard of it!

Not far behind the old man, several young, petite or mature and hot female evolutionaries screamed as if they were overcharged.

"Wow~"

"Every week is great~"

"Our family is the best every week!"

"Kouhu, Zhou Zhou is mine!"

They all have one feature in common, that is, their skin is white and beautiful, with long legs, and they are all pretty.

The old man waved to the back nonchalantly, even if he was in a wheelchair, his manner and aura would not be affected at all.

This action immediately made the big girls and little wives who are fanatical fans of the blockbuster scream, just look at their expressions, it is almost like a collective orgasm.

Huang Dashan was dumbfounded--Is he a hell?!

The old man said unhurriedly,

"The pleasure of the flesh is short-lived, but the pleasure of the spirit is absolute. The layman can only touch the spirit through the body and carefully tempt at the edges. Those who are truly proficient in this way can do the opposite. Pure mental stimulation makes the mind and body reach the extreme at the same time, which is a kind of sublimation!"

Huang Dashan looked at the sky and thought about it decently.

"Meaning that guys who can't lift up and whose fingers are not flexible enough can only take the Plato route?"

Ah, the smelly rascal still knows Plato!

"..."

Elder Zhou's fingers were trembling, and seeing that, he might spew out three meters of old blood at any time.

Huang Dashan said to himself,

"Oh, it's really pitiful. When I get older, I can only use the spiritual victory method... It's too miserable... It really makes my Shan master unbearable to hear and hear..."

Elder Zhou took a deep breath. In order to avoid being pissed off by this guy on the spot, he decided to give up communicating with this guy.

Elder Zhou then thought in his heart:

Your own ability is spiritually directed and combing, but Master Warlock is playing things that go directly to the soul level. Warlock’s mental power is extremely powerful. To put it bluntly, Master Warlock, if you want to, whether you are a male or female, a corpse or a beast, as long as you With free will, it’s just a matter of spiritual imprint to make you raging or sage time. Mingguang’s tens of millions of people can resist this level of things. It’s not even more than two hands. It’s not even one. This kind of attack method-so much so that the people around Master Warlock were affected unknowingly and unknowingly, it was just a joint reaction caused by the overflow of his mental power that was too strong to control himself.

"It seems that he is quite talented. Although it is rare to have two souls in a shell, it is not so low as the old man."

"Hey, what does this kind of person know? Seeing his triumphant appearance, he didn't even realize what he was missing?"

"No wonder he can only let another soul enter into the deep sleep. Turns out that there is no such talent to control it. As expected, God opened a window for you and welded the door by the way."

"Well, I haven't seen a few in my lifetime. Would you like to think of a way to make him kneel in front of the old man and cry and beg me to accept him as a disciple and treat him?

"Wait—this rammer seems to be a friend of Lord Warlock, why didn't Lord Warlock take the action personally?

Elder Zhou couldn’t figure it out, and then he didn’t think about it.

"Master Warlock is really the same as before, and the style is still the same... His idea is really not something that a scum apprentice like me can casually speculate... Every word and deed must be meaningful!"

Squinting his eyes, turning his head to look at the figure of the warlock, whispered,

"I really miss the days of being an apprentice with Master Warlock..."

As he said, he took another look at the missing part below his waist.

"Unfortunately, this useless body is really fragile. It's just a small experimental accident and it was lost. The experiment of Lord Warlock who also killed him failed-Lord Warlock, wait for the weekly order, as long as the first order, Zhou Zhou also You can realize your spiritual power! I can get rid of the shackles of this useless and extremely fragile body to help you!"

Huang Dashan only felt that something revealed in the eyes of the old man in the wheelchair made him feel chills, foggy, and this old man might have some indescribable thoughts about the uncle Warlock, he really played his mind. People are abnormal!

It's still the moral integrity of a straight steel man like Shan Ye and me. I don't understand what it means at all. What is the meaning of "a man who dies for a confidant, a bird is a pleasing one, a warm heart, and an egg in the middle."

...

At this time, the power of the fire oil in the city has been exhausted, and only a few small flames are still burning lonely. The corpses of the strange animals that piled up on the ground are almost completely burned to the point that the potted plants are like Nepenthes. The plants of future generations looked a little sorrowful, but at least they weren’t dying.

The potted plant looked a little distressed when he looked at the good things he had tinkered with, and pursed his lips in a whisper.

"No way, it won't be enough to bloom and bear seeds. The damn kerosene has ruined my grandma's event."

As soon as the potted plant beckoned, dozens of recorders floating on the city wall lined up again and turned their perspectives to their respective targets. She still didn't forget to draw on her unreliable big movie.

The potted plant was full of unwillingness, and there was a familiar weird cry over there—"Oh damn, why are you unreasonable, old man!"

Huang Dashan flew straight past the crowd, and some kind of suspicious blue pill sprinkled all the way from the palm of his hand.

"Damn, old man, do you know how rare this thing is... Fuck, do you know what it is? Pick it up... and have you eaten it? Grass..."

Old man Zhou snorted coldly, glanced around, and saw the aura of slack and undisciplined evolution, waved his hand, dozens of pale pink rays of light jumped from the palm of his hand, the evolutionary with good eyesight could completely see the pale pink The flapping wings of the tiny dots of light and the little head turning around-this is a kind of bug.

They flashed on everyone's head, leaving a faint mark, and pulled out a long trajectory to fly to another person's head. Their speed became faster and faster until they covered the entire city.

At the end, the flashing light spots above everyone's head suddenly exploded, and the misty and ambiguous pink brilliance made all evolvers bewildered.

But soon, they felt that the chest cavity was hot and breathing intensified, and there was a kind of boiling power all over their bodies, and they didn't vomit.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the next wave of black locust spear offensive, the sonic boom forced by the tip of the gun was at least 30% more!

Old man Zhou looked at Huang Dashan, whose distressed face was gloomy all the way back from collecting small pills.

"When I play this, your little bastard is still breastfeeding in his mother's arms."

Huang Dashan now dare not look down on this skinny old man who has not half his body, but he still said unconvinced.

"Do you know what this thing is? Do you know how precious it is? This is the secret treasure of Luan Mountain. In front of it, you can guarantee that you can go around your fingers and soften the hundred steel-making eunuchs. Fifty percent of the extinction depends on it, and there is no free love in front of it that cannot be negotiated. If you want, even cross-racial will do!

"Grandpa Dashan just made a joke with you, as for such a cruel hand!"

The people around rolled their eyes wildly. This unscrupulous guy actually wanted to pour a small blue pill into an old man who had no lower body. Hey, is he still a human?

The old man curled his mouth in disdain.

"It's just a shoddy thing, only the simple charm and C affection effect are left. Even the most crappy quack can pinch twenty catties a day."

Ignoring Huang Dashan’s eagerness to choose people, the old man pointed to the evolutionary who was full of the wall, although he was a little excited, but was still clear, and his attack power increased by more than 30%.

"Hehe, let's take a look at this little trick of the old man first."

Huang Dashan is not stupid, he is just not serious,

"Why, isn't it just a mass attack power buff, with a little morale boost? Mingguang's similar bloodline abilities have gone up-at most, your father's rank is higher and the coverage area is larger. The effect is better."

The old man said,

"It's the same thing, but you know, this...well, what you young people call buff, is the same as the little blue pill in your hand?"

"Eh??"

Huang Dashan looked around and then at the small pills in his hand, lost.

The old man said,

"This kind of a large class of drugs with charm and C sentiment effect was used in batches in some countries in ancient times-it can make soldiers passionate, that is, used in wars, and if they are used too much, they can be produced in batches. The death squads who don’t know the pain, use less and have a much better effect than Zhuangxing wine. Oh, yes, it is said that the improved version is probably the love in the Miao Secret Art. I suspect that some medieval legends The love potion in the hands of witches should also be similar products."

Wan, never expected it!

His Huang Dashan Shanye was actually crushed by an old man with white hair in a field he is quite good at. Look at how high-end and high-end people play it; look at himself again, it’s really special What a shameless face facing the elder Jiang Dong.

Master Huang Da bulged his cheeks full of flesh, and he stunned a sentence.

"You're not ashamed of digging grass, you fucking actually gave Quan Mingguang the evolutionary Cy?"

Elder Zhou was startled again-maybe he was stunned, who knows.

Huang Dashan glanced at the old man’s wheelchair.

"No wonder Confucius and his elders once said,'One testis is big,' you don't have anything... Tsk tut... 100,000 evolvers!"

The old man Zhou who was still in a daze unexpectedly repeated one sentence unconsciously.

"Yi Gao is bold?"

Well, the old man is afraid he hasn't reacted yet.

Shan Ye smiled wretchedly,

"Listen to my pronunciation, (yī) (gāo) (rén) (dàn) (dà)..."

...

But on the other side, after a few tiny pink spots of light shuttled between plants suspected to be descendants of Nepenthes for a while, these huge plants clearly exploded with unimaginable power, and the animal tide underneath was instantly cut into corpses. The sea of ​​blood and mountains, Tongtonghua as nourishment.

The potted plants yelled in excitement,

"Wow, wow, this time it's...not in vain, grandma, my dear little baby, wow kha kha... how much is this worth..."

She was dancing with her arms and legs, unexpectedly, a tuft of black things whizzed and flew over from behind, the potted plant subconsciously was a standard black tiger digging its heart, hitting the target-the noble buttocks.

The power of the potted plant is not small, it directly stops the thing,

"Ah, Lord Shan?"

Huang Dashan stood up swayingly, rubbing his face and cursing angrily.

"Damn, this old guy, hiss...it's really dark."

Potted plants are inexplicable,

"You are..."

The Lord Shan scratched his head,

"Well, I told a joke to someone who didn't understand the joke, alas..."

Looking up and down the potted plant, Lord Shan, disdainfully said,

"Are you a cold joke... no wonder... next time you tell a joke, you should pick one you can beat."

"Hey, what do you mean, Lord Shan, I am a humorous man!"

"Ha ha!"

While talking, the person responsible for "protecting" Shan Ye came after him-in fact, this group of people pinch it, pinch it and tie it together. It's really not necessarily able to beat Shan Ye, but all of them have a good ability to escape. , In order to avoid the famous stunned green head of Huang Dashan rushing to fight the beast tide, the occurrence committee is really broken-don’t forget that there is still a prince of Luanshan on his body, this It's not just Mingguang's own housework, but a diplomatic incident.

Of course, there is also some surveillance in it, and the relationship between Luanshan and Mingguang is still very fragile.

With a potted plant supporting his chin, he looked at the many awakened people in the gap of the city wall below his feet, and his eyes moved back and forth between Kong Yi and Lin Chou.

"Hey, I'm so angry, which one is better... handsome or handsome... so difficult..."

Huang Dashan gave the most pertinent advice without even thinking about it.

"The young man has good physical strength, and the uncle has many tricks!"

The potted plant suddenly realized,

"Yes, of course I choose the rich!!"

Huang Dashan will fall.