Doomsday Pavilion

At this moment, the wandering demon had just completed the task and came down from the furnace mountain slowly, his face a little pale.

He is not a sorcerer with a talent for spiritual power, blood control is just his bloodline ability-and his mother's arithmetic is not what he is good at!

Let's put it this way, half of the hunters in the wilderness can earn five-star praise.

Therefore, when the wandering demon took over the work of the blast furnace, he greeted the grandfather's grandmother on the spot, and the expression on the blast furnace was a wonderful one.

But at any rate, it can be regarded as a successful conclusion. The Wandering Demon swears that he will not want to hear anything about numbers for at least three months. Old Shell hurts!

After he passed through the endless crowds, he was wondering what these ordinary people would be wandering in the street with nothing to do, he listened to the roar of artillery fire from the west gate, which was also mixed with the voice of evolutionary drink,

"Fogweed, it's broken..."

"The source crystal cannon doesn't seem to work on them anymore?"

"Those things are gathering together! There is a problem!"

"What are you doing in a daze, let the Warlock-sama come back soon..."

Afterwards, a pile of blood and bones piled up and squirmed longer and higher, almost like a mountain, and soon appeared deformed limbs and head shapes, a mouth emitting black smoke, but there was no roar. Into the ears.

But the wandering demon immediately felt dizzy in his head, and couldn't help being shocked.

"Grass, what is this? A blood corpse more than two hundred meters high?!"

Then he rushed up quickly.

...

Uncle Warlock is moving back with duck steps, planning to find something to eat on the side of the street to cushion his stomach-after tossing all night, he doesn't want to go back to the city wall in the morning and drink a pot of mud, meat and vegetables. .

Then a roar of a chaotic stream of consciousness instantly covered the entire bright light.

If Liu Renjun's mental storm is like him standing there jumping and yelling at foul language, then this stream of consciousness can be compared to 10,000 mumbo aunts appearing at the same time and starting to scour the streets.

The warlock was almost out of breath and tilted his nose if he still had a nose.

Just cooked one and another came again, you guys who stepped on horses are still stunned and endless, right?

...

As soon as the wandering demon arrived, he heard a "puff" around him, and then he saw the warlock with a ten-meter-high silver flame beauty on his head.

The warlock without the hood is still very easy to recognize, wandering in a daze, and smiled.

"Warlock, you... have the experience bar been fully upgraded?"

The warlock sprayed sparks in his nostrils,

"Lao You... why is your face so white?"

When the wanderer mentioned this, he felt that his stomach was full of anger.

"Don't mention it...Mad met a snakeskin bastard who used people as beasts!"

I believe that Blast Furnace will yell at this when he hears this: At most I use cattle as a man!

Of course, perhaps the latter is worse in nature than the former-I have seen a cow who does not drink water and press his head, and there is no way that he has to do math problems.

The warlock nodded in agreement, and then the two (emmmm, should be two'people'?) looked at the pile of blood corpses that were numb to the scalp.

"Why is it a bit like the hatred of my hometown-ah, it's so noisy! It's so annoying!"

The wanderer frowned,

"Noisy? I always feel dizzy."

The warlock waved his hand like a fly,

"More than-like a million flies buzzing, buzzing, buzzing in your head, it's almost..."

The wanderer pinched his chin,

"It's not easy to be such a big man, the recovery ability of the blood corpse is too strong."

The warlock also seemed a little embarrassed. He thought that the surname Liu was going to come back. Now it seems that he has nothing to do with him. After a few mental shocks, he found that it was of no use-this thing is just a ball. The combination of chaotic hemp is too complicated or too chaotic. It seems that it can be immune to mental power, but it itself broadcasts mental interference with super-power "full channel broadcast" at all times.

Not only can I feel it, but the entire evolution of Mingguang is being affected by it, and dizziness is light. If it continues for a while, some spiritually sensitive evolutionaries are afraid that problems will occur, such as loss of control, crazy, and confused thinking. No matter what the enemy is.

The wandering demon stared at that tuft that had been condensed into a human form, and it was 200 meters high, and it was gradually growing eyeballs and a blood corpse aggregate similar to "armor".

"I have a bad feeling."

The warlock looked at the familiar armor of the blood corpse aggregate,

"It must be destroyed before it is completed-this thing is too threatening."

Fighting is definitely necessary, and the key is how to fight.

Mingguang's senior executives were also at a loss. What's the matter, it's obviously a pool of rotten meat just now, is this going to heaven or something?!

In a moment, their orders reached the ears of every evolutionary on the wall.

Then, a large group of dazzling bloodline skills composed of various colors hula la, and the super giant blood corpse was all over the face.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Hey!"

All kinds of sounds were deafening. Half of the blood corpse was almost completely blown up to look like a layer of paper on the bottom of a firework. Blood, muscle tissue, and bone fragments almost covered a radius of one kilometer, and many evolvers directly vomited. It's - that smell is comparable to the hot xiang of the 1982 cellar, and no one can stand it.

Neatly dumbfounded, it's not right, how can such a big thing be fragile like this ghost?

Soon, they found out that they were wrong.

Those blood, muscles, and bones, like maggots with long claws, squirmed and bounced back into place. The giant blood corpse formed faster.

"Fuck."

"It's useless?"

Even the warlock was terrified,

"Fuck, there is no weakening of mental power at all, is it really useful? This is impossible!"

"Useful! I sensed something when it exploded... Its power has indeed weakened, but as the blood flows back, it replenishes it again. This may be one of its weaknesses."

The wandering demon's eyes flashed with brilliance, and then he was slumped

"If this guy is a hundred times smaller...I might have a way...but..."

"boom!"

The giant blood corpse suddenly moved, and with a single punch, the west gate of the second wall was completely turned into a pit.

The evolutionists rushed forward, and the source crystal cannon began to roar.

The warlock dodges all kinds of debris,

"any solution?"

The wandering demons spread their hands,

"My old business, the blood fight stick, exchange my blood for its blood, and seal it directly into a different space... But this thing is of this size... I think it's still free..."

The soul fire flashed in the warlock's eye sockets, which was not a solution.

He knows a little bit about the bloodline ability of the wandering devil, everyone in the base city knows-no matter how high your rank is, as long as you can't kill this one with a single move, he will have the ability to die with you. It can be understood as a one-to-one exchange of blood, ignoring the body. Recovery ability does not allow the kind of red bottle.

The warlock coughed,

"What if someone brushes you blood?"

His tone was a bit resentful, and there were some things that he was destined to not enjoy, so he could only watch.

"You mean let me drink Lin Chou's pig blood soup? No, the replenishment speed can't keep up at all!"

"Oh? Sure enough, you can cheat."

The wanderer rolled his eyes directly,

"It's my own bloodline ability anyway!"

The warlock snapped his fingers.

"Ah~"

"what happened..."

"Why are we here suddenly..."

"Uncle Uncle Uncle Uncle Warlock Sir!!"

Two cars, more than a dozen girls, it is the Jiang family's "We can't pull the corpse. Jiang family will be responsible for organizing a memorial service for you."

Fortunately, the parts of these girls who were packaged by the Warlock’s Apparition were still alive.

The wandering demon has a busy face, hesitation, and a long speech.

"Brother Chest, you may not know that you are not a human being. Watching a girl can only make blood flow up-it can't directly increase hematopoietic function!"

The warlock said to the nanny with a grin,

"Will you be able to get treatment? I will reimburse the activity funds and pay with gold!"

The little girl in the nanny group was dull and trembling.

Well, the origin of the gold in the hands of Uncle Warlock is well known, it was "taken" from the research institute and Jiang's warehouse!

The courageous girl almost cried directly, whimpering and saying,

"Please provoke... don't come near me... don't touch us... we can do whatever you say..."

(The "touch" here should only mean "touch", right?)

The little girls are very open, this is to be put on others, evolutionary stronger than Tier 6, let alone "touch", even if "touch" is willing to unlock several new poses are completely ojbk.

But if you were "touched" by a warlock-what happened within the enchanting purple halo halo is still vivid!

A group of little girls backed back, nodding their heads just like a chicken pecking at the rice. It was a well-behaved look, for fear that the warlock master would misunderstand something.

The warlock said to the wandering demon,

"Look, the blood bank can't be done."

The wandering demon glanced at the nurse group, as if his idea was a little reliable?

But he couldn't turn around one hundred and eighty in his mind, he said suspiciously,

"You... aren't you making a bad idea..."

The relationship between the two is not so good yet!

Uncle Warlock suddenly took a step forward and pointed to his cuff.

"Well, cough cough... Can the blood and corpse blood be replaced here?"

At the same time, the ten-meter silver flame beauty on the top of the warlock suddenly bent down and gazed at the wandering demon with wintry eyes.

The two giant peaks, which are almost half the wandering demon's height and a little more than half of their height, are shaking and shaking--

"Stop stop..."

The wanderer backed up two steps, took a few breaths tightly, his face was upright and not a dignified, straight steel man.

"Friend, say something well, please respect yourself!"

"..."

The warlock was inexplicable, and then he noticed that there was a vivid emoticon on his head, and couldn't help but sighed sadly. At the same time, the expression of the ten-meter silver flame beauty turned into a lovely sadness and a heart-like sadness. , Heartbreaking.

The goose bumps on the wandering demon's body are all up, and his hair is erected like a steel pin cloth.

"Give it! I’ll give it! As long as it’s in a different space, you can put it anywhere!"

...

Since learning that Liu Renjun was taken down, Zhao Ziyu's mouth has been pursed so that he can hang a soy sauce bottle. Anyone can see these words from the small Ruyu face-this baby is not happy Up!

Huang Dashan suddenly thought, is this little guy Zhao Ziyu here to solve Liu Renjun?

This idea was immediately pinched, pinched, and thrown away. It was impossible to think about it. The old fellow Zhao Qingcang was almost there, and Zi Yuke only awakened a few days later.

In general, everyone really thinks that Zhao Ziyu is still a baby, and it's normal for the baby to be unhappy from time to time.

Like now, like... for a while.

It was too late when Zhao Ziyu found out that the soldiers in the back row were carrying a huge marching wok to send warmth. Now it must be too late to run. The fool knows what he is going to do-so a little face "My baby is not happy" becomes "My baby is so bitter that he has bile."

The two armies are facing each other...emmmm...

Human and beast confrontation...emmmm...

Forget it, it's not very suitable.

In short, when this kind of blood is drifting, every little detail will be magnified countless times. Don’t think that Zhao Ziyu is a direct descendant of the most unreasonable guy in the whole Mingguang Zhao, but he also wants some things. Pay special attention.

For example, if he ran away at this time, rumors in the base city about "Young Master Zhao's watching the beast tide, he was scared by the army's food and ran away" and other rumors would fly into the sky.

It sounds like a pinpoint-sized thing, but it is often such small things that make people think more.

Ok?

Why don’t you eat something that everyone eats?

Too spoiled, right?

What qualifications do the descendants of the Zhao family who can't stand this bit of suffering...

And so on.

It's not easy to say, and people talk like tigers.

Zhao Ziyu took a large bowl of a mixture of exotic animal meat, wild vegetables and soil with a serious face. Seeing that Zhao Ziyu's face was cooked, the soldier added half a piece of meat and a spoonful of soup. Zhao Ziyu showed eight teeth and smiled. Very stiff,

"Thank you for this big brother."

"Well, when the little guy grows up, eat more, watch more, and run away if you can't beat--and, I think you are a little familiar?"

Zhao Ziyu's face is too young. He looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old child (in fact, he is also this age). These logistical staff are all ordinary people. He never thought that he was also an "evolutionary adult". He thought it was someone who brought his child to play, so the tone was somewhat casual.

One of them was sharp-eyed, and immediately pulled this guy,

"Quiet, this is Master Yu of Zhao Jiazi, don't blame the little Master, he blinded him!"

Zhao Ziyu didn't say much.

"Well, go, there are still people waiting..."

Only then did the two people who were quietly leaving, muttering as they walked,

"My God... this is the young master Ziyu of the Zhao family? He is too young, right... I heard that he was the official Awakener last year?"

"That's not... tell you to pay more attention to it, and to engrave all the innocent faces in the base city into your mind, why are you..."

"Hi...you don't know...I am blind..."

Zhao Ziyu looked at his side, Wei Tianxingshan was still there, as for Forgiveness Pen, Sikong and others had long been gone.

Master Xiao Zhao almost broke his silver teeth with a mouthful.

"The surname Si...you cheated me again...ahhhhh!!!"

From time to time, someone greeted him from a distance with subtle expressions,

"Yo, Young Master Zhao is here~"

Zhao Ziyu squeezed the meat and wild vegetables into his mouth, filling his cheeks and hamsters. After swallowing, a bright and sunny youthful smile appeared on the city wall—but there was still a little stain on the middle front teeth. The boiled gooey lumps are a bit harsh.

Many evolutionaries looked at it and said with a laugh,

"Yo, the little guy has a good appetite, and he can fight again!"

"It's so good."

"Huh~ do you want another bowl?"

(Ps, two million words spreading flowers, ha!)