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 across the 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 tissues, 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 **** 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, only that the mucus was splashed everywhere, almost splashing on himself.

Yes, this handsome is waiting for you.

The warlock suddenly said,

"It seems a bit familiar, similar to the Imp Legion... 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 in the field, remember to remind me to hang the complex and weak on the convenient 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 to install a whole world?

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

The leader 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, and the heart-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 reflected in the soil on the other side of the pit.

"Potted plants?! Why are you **** not gone!"

The basin guide awkwardly pushed aside the floating soil on her head, a pile of equipment was running under her feet, and said in a humble manner,

"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. 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 spiritual body, and your body is made up of smoke. Why are you so heavy?!"

The warlock's head tilted and pressed tighter.

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

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

"Lao Tzu has already suffered a lot if he can't bear it on your back, well, who knows if it will be as unlucky as you... Every second you stay with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu feels that your chance of death will double."

Everybody 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 biochemical leaks at that moment, "Oh... I saw it, it turned out that the leader of the blood corpse was resurrected, I said it is 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 and thick flesh."

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. With such a huge and horrifying voice, Shan Ye’s prompts made the sights of Lin Chou and the potted plants, as well as all the recorders and photographic equipment operated by the potted guide, 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,

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

The Lord Shan's eyes widened with anger,

"This is very important, okay? It's okay to see which living corpse grows and that, maybe we can solve the mystery of the reproduction of living corpses, shit, let's put it this way-this tintin is worth the 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 also burst open at this time, but it was not the second blood corpse leader that came out.

Shan Ye directly hiccuped and was frightened.

"Fuck, it's really explosive?"

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

Its overall appearance is rude and disgusting. It has a humanoid shape with limbs, but the inside is hollow, with blood vessel-like tentacles on the inside and outside. The outer surface of the "limbs" and "belly" are covered with unexplained bulges. The oracle bone 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 big 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 blood corpse leader, and assembled and connected on its body surface, entangled with the blood and flesh 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 this guy, I think he is the protagonist, and he will pretend to be a **** if he appears!"

The warlock suddenly 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 know the warlock?"

"boom!"

Lin Chou watched at the right time to grab the **** corpse's arm, round it and smash it on the ground, and suddenly exploded a bottomless pit with a diameter of at least 20 meters. The **** corpse shook the dirt on his head. 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 and 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 is 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 Tier 6, with +13 orange armor;

The other is a first-order full-time chef, with at most a triathlon spatula for roasting meat and deboning.

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

The roar of the source's demise 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 headlight on the dark sea, shining on the sea surface with a radius of tens of kilometers.

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 return. 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 coordinates back, a very, very deep anchor point-where is the anchor point, it is best if I have a close connection and causal relationship with me, the best It is as inseparable as a part of life-wait, then maybe this is always okay?"

"Crack!"

The warlock muttered 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, 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 will have to be paid for, you know, I already feel hungry — ah ah ah, Lao Tzu, good dishes ah ah, my heart hurts, you return it in my pot Nai, the **** 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 more chances.

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, hehehe...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, oh, it's not scientific and technological!

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, don't you know?"

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

"Hey ha~"

So Shan Ye rolled up his sleeve and put 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 still don't believe it!"

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

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

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, and the cuffs were facing Lord Shan.

"Yes..."

Shan Ye was taken aback, staring straight at his eyes.

"Hoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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 bit too much.

"Shoo, hoo."

Shan Ye has been buried by rocks, turf, and those 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, and a branch of more than six meters long was held by the sleeve, and he drew it towards Shan Ye.

"Cracking crackling."

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

"Fuck, fuck... 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. Don't fight, don't fight..."