Doomsday Pavilion

Beside the outer city wall, the uncle Warlock didn't even have the mood to form an emoji with gray fog.

For many years, except for the technical mistake that made Mingguang add another port, he has never been as embarrassed as he is today!

Normal people will experience varying degrees of headaches, dizziness, or sudden death even if they use their brains excessively. The current mental power of the warlock is like a wine tank licked by the Lord Shan, empty and there is only a little taste left. No, not to mention the pain.

Fortunately, the warlock is not an entity, which saves a lot of unnecessary suffering.

A large group of people from the scientific research institute’s occurrence committee who didn’t know where they came from were serving tea, handing water, and making a bunch of secret recipes. weak.

Without the neon dragon to take the lead, the beast tide cannot pose a fundamental threat to the three walls for the time being. Although the evolutionary is still struggling, it still can hold on.

In other words, the biggest problem at the moment is still the big white sheep that is still dependent on it (although they can't go at all).

The warlock said,

"I felt a lot of mixed and agitated traces of mental power in its mind. These traces are very'live' and are definitely the result of deliberate manipulation. I said... this kind of courage is too small to see. A creature that can jump up, how could it suddenly become a mess...mad...it's overcast..."

These words were said directly, making the faces of Mingguang's senior people look very unsightly, and they were thunderous and...and...without thinking.

Yes, that's right. People have stolen them in Shangcheng District. At this moment, the high-level staff of the temporary headquarters are jumping around - although the second news came soon.

A small car drove out of the gate of the second wall, and it looked like it had just been gnawed by a dog. It finally reached the west gate, and the car's butt spewed out a large cloud of thick smoke with dust particles. It's completely lying down.

Wei Qingyu got out of the cab full of smoke and said something in his father's ear. Wei Tianxing was obviously taken aback.

"what?"

"Then...so...and Grandma Yue is also here~"

Wei Tianxing waved his hand without much expression on his face.

"That's good, die as much as you love, and point to Lao Tzu's distress for them, maybe they don't care."

Wei Qingyu smiled, charming.

Then she suddenly accelerated and jumped to Leng Han's side, hugged Leng Han directly, and yelled,

"Wow wow wow... You found the little ice cube completely~ I have seen it~ hehe~ Xiao Linzi is pretty good!"

Leng Han has nothing to do with Wei Qingyu, who is much older but has always been this temperament, his face is slightly red, and anxious.

"Sister Qing Yu, let me down quickly, you you you..."

"Huh~"

Wei Qingyu slapped Lin Chou on the back like a mountain king who had just opened the One Hundred and Eight Zhai Juyi Conference.

"Master Haihuang, the little girl pleases you!"

Lin Chou was so frightened that the shovel almost didn't go out directly.

Fortunately, Wei Qingyu soon discovered something new.

"Yo yo yo, who is this? Master Warlock! Holding a chicken? When is this new trend in Base City?"

Wei Qingyu obviously knew Warlock,

"Hey, loudly, what are you doing there? Are you tired?"

The warlock was so angry that Dantian hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his mouth kept on.

"Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb, crit, ah..."

Wei Qingyu suddenly became unhappy.

"Hey! Hey! Loud voice, someone is talking to you! Pretend not to know?"

"Sheep Sheep Sheep..."

From the angle of Wei Qingyu's eyebrows, it can be seen that the mood of this Miss Wei's family is already thundering.

A group of people from the base city high-level officials sent to take care of the warlocks were anxious in their hearts. Miss Xindao, don't make trouble at this time, the people of the world, the people of the Li people!

But none of these guys dared to say a word, so they had to use their eyes to beckon to this father.

Wei Tianxing swallowed his saliva and said cautiously,

"Baby, that..."

Miss Wei stared at her, and she forgot what Wei Tianxing should say next when she choked.

——Yes, it looks like the style of Leng's family and Wei's family are very similar. They deserve to be like a family.

No matter how slanderous and contemptuous a circle of people is, it is just that.

Even those who are interested (evolving people who watch the excitement are not too messy) took time to communicate in a low voice,

"Ah, Miss Wei's tutor is really strict, terrible."

"That's not... After all, the Leng Lieutenant will be more... hum..."

"Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand the situation. The situation of Leng’s family is completely different. Earl Leng has no right to speak in front of Lieutenant General Leng because he cannot beat Lieutenant General Leng. Yeah, but Earl Leng has also worked very hard to fight for a good cut? But Master Wei is different... Master Wei dare not even fight for it... Puff..."

Lin Chou carefully touched Lenghan's arm.

"Hey, Sister Wei and Warlock... have a holiday?"

Leng Han whispered,

"Don't you know? The robes of the warlock were made for him by Sister Qingyu and Grandma Yue. I have been busy for many days..."

Lin Chou wondered, eh, this relationship looks, seems, should be considered good, right?

Leng Han added,

"Later I heard that the warlock couldn't afford to pay...but it's not to blame the warlock. At that time, his research project was kicked out by the dismissal of the scientific research institute. The clothing was made by the scientific research institute during the previous cooperation. , And then the Scientific Research Institute turned away and refused to recognize people. Sister Qing Yu gritted her teeth when she mentioned it..."

"..."

Is there such an operation?!

By the way, the scientific research institute is also pissed off, right? Just a piece of clothing!

When Lin Chou was still thinking about the unscrupulous scientific research institute, besides the circulation point pulverizer, it also had the stink of turning the elbow in and being careful. He didn't know what happened there. He heard Wei Qingyu's scolding, a fog. The blue light soared into the sky.

The blue light instantly turned into a huge palm without friends, and pointed out the index finger on the big white sheep transformed by the neon dragon. The blueprint of this palm is obviously Miss Wei herself. It perfectly inherits all her advantages-white, slender, and slender. , Touching, full of finger, gentle and graceful like a flower.

"boom!"

The palm of his hand disappeared in a moment, and a flame phantom hundreds of meters high was lifted up.

The bewildered and terrified Big Aries uttered a bleat-but didn't know that the ground behind it melted into a huge mass of magma.

The last three streams of light from the fingertips of the sorcerer hit the big Aries without any effect, the spell was directly invalidated, and the streamer "pupupupu" dissipated.

He stammered,

"You...what did you do..."

Wei Qingyu held the chicken he had snatched from the warlock in his arms, with a look of hatred and complacency, and pointed at him with the sharp chin.

"Hmph, don't you want a sheep, this lady will give you one!"

At the same time, the 100-meter-high flame phantom gradually dissipated, and four intangible burning "belts" emerged from the big white sheep, connecting to the depths of the bright light across a long distance.

The flame phantom seemed to have found its home, giving people a bomb-fuse-like feeling to spread quickly along the four light bands, and the "burned" light bands directly turned into nothingness.

"what is that..."

The lava spreading under the big white sheep gradually solidified into a gorgeous glazed state, forming an 800-meter-long picture-exactly the appearance of the neon dragon's body, and it is not bad.

...

In Shangcheng District, Liu Renjun, who was still tinkering with his four subordinates, was going crazy.

"What the hell is going on... Ten years of hard work... Only four were raised... Why..."

Each of the four of them was connected to a dazzling band of vain light, and the flames in the distance swallowed faster and faster, giving Liu Renjun a bad premonition of icy brows and icy heart, and finally—

"puff."

The aura that flashed in the eyes of the four people from time to time was completely gone.

Liu Renjun was dumbfounded.

Jun Yi's face has a trace of hideousness.

"Trash, waste... huh..."

For a long time, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand lightly, and the bodies of the four people immediately exploded into a large group of blood stains, revealing four groups of squirming flesh and blood.

"Scrap...they are still there...then...I will do it!!"

...

Lin Chou looked at the neon dragon pattern "painted" on the ground, and kept saying a word.

"Grass... what is this..."

Leng Han was also dumb,

"I don't know... Sister Qing Yu still has this ability... Tier 3 Awakener... Flame talent..."

The leaders of the garrison shouted from the air,

"Miss Wei, please explain what happened...Neon Dragon...is it possible to change back?"

Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes,

"What neon dragon? Huh? That sheep? Oh... I'll just say, how come my shape is so successful..."

After repeated questioning, Wei Qingyu had to explain her bloodline abilities reluctantly—after all, exploring the bloodline talent of others in Mingguang is an act that can easily become a fight.

This thing is too private.

"My bloodline skill, Big Impression Flame Sculpting refers to permanently fixing the opponent's existing form to a certain level."

Uh ...

Well, the explanation is very brief, and many evolvers don't understand it at all.

Only the warlock exclaimed like a burst of mentality,

"Damn, Wei Qingyu, aren't you a talent related to flames! This is obviously the Abyss Void...or the magic of spatial form!"

"???"

The warlock took a breath-by the way, Ya didn't seem to have the lungs, and he didn't know the use of breathing.

The sorcerer’s tone revealed a feeling of loneliness, pity, and helplessness.

"This is a space-based spell in the form of Gushi. It is very tasteless and extremely advanced. It can completely trap the opponent's form in a certain spatial level. In places like the Void Demon Realm and the Abyss, this magic belongs to a certain Some specific ethnic groups, and the role is limited to killing certain powerful and immortal existences, full of pertinence and malice... Don’t understand? Then let me give you a chestnut, in my hometown, there is a thief The Lich King died on this kind of magic-it is well known that high-ranking Lich can cut a part of his soul and hide it in some corners, such as outer space, the main material world, or Just set it up as another'life'-like existence, which is usually the so-called Lich Phylogeny, know what?"

(I know what a shit, who usually tells you, who knows you well, what are you talking about?!)

The warlock put on an attitude of focusing on the test tomorrow,

"Well, in short, the disgusting degree of the phylogenetic lich is leveraged. No one can kill it if the phylogeny is indestructible. If you want to kill a high-level lich, you will not be able to pass the phylogenetic level. They can control the phylogeny. I can’t find the hidden person, how can other people find it? Even some big bosses who have lived for endless years have cut out more than a single digit phylactery-but with a spell capable of Gushi form, it can be perfectly rounded. Going through this dead end-pia haunts her face, no matter how many phylogenies you have, now this'you' is'you', and it is dead, that is, really dead."

"It probably means that, but it's actually much more complicated than that."

Listening to your words is better than reading ten years. At this moment, everyone's thinking is quite active.

(The hometown of the warlock...)

(The existence of immortality...)

(The magic of Gushi form...)

There shouldn't be any problems with the scientific research institute for the time being, so Lao Hu and the old dean directly exploded their hair. Does this damn represent that the myths passed down by the elders are really true?In a certain dimension or dimension, there are still a lot of scarlet and scarlet eyeballs coveting our already riddled "primary material realm"?

There are more potted plants than everyone thinks, so much, so much, she rubs it forward,

"Sister Qing Yu..."

"Ok?!"

"Your bloodline ability...I don't understand the form of Gushi... Isn't it... Just one finger can make people stay young and look young?"

Wei Qingyu patted her little grass-green hair.

"What do you think? The big impression flame shaping pointer points to'form' instead of'state'. Otherwise, find a silly and bold person to fill the state and use the bloodline ability to instantly increase strength. Then drink a whole bottle to explode ten times the vitality. A powerful'crazy' potion, wouldn't it be possible to create an invincible existence with just one finger? So of course it doesn't include time..."

When Wei Qingyu said this, the warlock tilted his head slightly, as if thinking of something, did not say anything.

But the potted plants were completely relieved and smiled openly.

(Wow, Dabao Essence’s business is almost over, so risky, so risky.)

Wei Qingyu had something unclear between her eyebrows, and said to the warlock with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh... by the way, when I first used the skill, it seemed that there was a little technical mistake-the success of the big impression flame shaping means that it seems to solidify your mental power flame to a certain... not so What a silly form..."

The warlock was stunned immediately, pulled off his cloak and touched a strange mirror. After taking a look, he passed out neatly.

From that strange mirror, everyone could vaguely see that between the warlock’s two huge horns, the fire of spiritual power showed a vivid flame beauty, and it looked like "she" was jumping on the two horns. A very famous ecstasy dance before the cataclysm.

Lin Chou smacked,

"Hey, this pole dancing beauty, why does she look a bit like Sister Qing Yu?"