Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou realized that something was wrong.

"I said, you two will watch the lively break again, and first analyze and analyze this guy. What does this guy mean when he gets more and more energetic?"

The main reason is that no matter how Lin Chou beats this blood corpse, even if he pulls it five or six times as long as a gummy candy, and then tie a bow to it for half a second, it can be restored to its original shape. The bone cracks and cracks and grows. The sound of being together has never stopped since the beginning, Lin Chou has always had the feeling that this guy is getting stronger and stronger and his body is getting stronger and stronger.

Shan Ye replied casually,

"Analyze Mao's analysis, you have to work harder."

The potted plant nodded frantically on the other end.

"Kang-bang-bang."

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, it seems that the entire island is crumbling, and the halo of the source of death encircles the entire island like the sky, and it is no longer counted.

Lin Chou asked with gritted teeth while pressing the blood corpse to the ground.

"I... still... use... vigor?"

"Crack!"

I don't know how deep the ground is in the center of the island, and there is a sudden burst of thunder.

The sound is like two mountain peaks weighing hundreds of millions of tons, and they are speeding up and hitting each other. The huge sound waves and vibrations make the eardrums painful and black in front of the eyes.

Shan Ye stiffened,

"This is... the foundation of the island is smashed?"

"Fuck it, don't smash it, don't smash it...wait!!"

Suddenly, the mountain master was shocked.

"Are you splashed with blood from a blood corpse?"

Lin Chou stroked it with one hand, smashing the bones of the blood corpse, and then tossed it like a whip in his hands to shake the dancing tiger to prevent the blood corpse from recovering.

"Ah... the blood seems useless to me, I just discovered it too."

Shan Ye swallowed his saliva,

"Hurry up and leave. This island may sink in a while. Don't record the potted plants. Move things and leave."

Lin Chou asked with the blood corpse,

"Then how is this stuff?"

Shan Ye scratched his scalp for a moment.

"Why don't you just carry it? You don't have to take a boat anyway... You can't just throw this thing into the sea like this."

"..."

"Puff~"

A gray mist exploded, the uncle Warlock appeared, and the cloak was covered with thick spider webs.

"There were so many spiders in the library, which wasted a lot of time, but I found it."

Shan Ye said quietly,

"You are all spirits, are you afraid of spiders?"

The warlock ripped off the cobwebs all over his body, in an angry voice,

"The spider is more than two meters long-God knows how they clean the library."

The warlock took out two books from his sleeves,

"Here, this is a part of Meikeno History. Hey, I took a look before I came here. This author thinks that the whole world has been swallowed into a universe of'Yellow Cloud Nebula'-ahem, I think his inspiration should come from The sky full of yellow clouds, look here, he recorded in this'Mingguang Founder's Diary':'The most brave and combative legions in the last days formed a unified major alliance, and the various legions echoed each other in a desperate fight to fight the living corpse. The alien beasts were expelled and a stable order was established. Afterwards, they all disappeared, and the base city system appeared... But people still have the blood-red skin and burly figures standing on the ground like giants'-this is the original text. The writing is not good, but there is still a hand-painted one. Look."

The warlock opened a page and held it high, and Lin Chou squinted at it.

This is a rough pencil drawing. In the front, seven warriors in different styles of armor raised their flags and shouted on the wall. Behind them is an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, and one of the warriors’ armor has a pattern on the armor and the blood corpse. Amazing similarity of armor.

In other words, the same dime.

The warlock rushed through the pages of the book,

"The army led by this soldier is called the ‘Spirit Summoning Army’. It’s said that its leader has the magical power to summon ancient heroes to bless the entire army-wait a minute, I found something."

"Ah, here, several patterns on the armor are described in detail in this book. It is said to be the spiritualist style of the eighteenth century mysticism. This is the belief that everything in the world has a soul and spirit and all matter. Phenomenon is the theoretical philosophy of the soul or spiritual product. Oh, the patterns on the armor are all described in the theoretical books. It is not bad at all. I look at the author of this book-18th century spiritualism.. .The Ancient Literature Association Shen Daru sorted it out, eh? Do you think this name is familiar?"

"Shen Daru is our investor."

Shan Ye asked in a daze,

"So what do you want to express... Is it possible that you still want to discuss philosophical studies with the study of living corpses? Then your taste is really heavy, you are almost blue and purple."

The warlock closed the book with a snap,

"These blood corpses have the smell of summoning rituals, I can smell them, and, don't you think this armor is weird? The notoriously mindless living corpses actually know how to make an armor for themselves?"

Lin Chou roared,

"Master Shan has no brains and is more famous than the living corpse. Talk to him about the philosopher master, aren't you afraid of the SIN value returning to zero?"

The warlock whispered and put his next door back and flicked it twice.

"I still think there is a conspiracy in this. If I can think of the IQ of the living corpse and plant a tree of armor for myself, I will eat my brain-eh, do you think this is the corpse of the former Spirit Caller soldier? , I don’t know why it became a blood corpse, and this armor originally belonged to him—No, then the smell of this summoning ceremony doesn’t make sense, unless, unless—"

Shan Ye waved to interrupt,

"Don't do anything else, the island is going to sink. I can go as soon as possible. I can't help with a little bit of babbling."

"Hey, the sky is still mine. I weakened the blood corpse. I don't know who can't help... Oh, yes, when I went back, I notified the garrison and brought back a signal transmitter. , You can use it once the haze is gone, Lin Chou, the research institute asks you to ensure that the leader of the blood corpse survives, "the price is negotiated"-these are the original words of the dean with a lot of beard."

Lin Chou sighed.

"There are people giving money wherever you go. This luck can't stop it."

......

An hour later, the potted plants took the last set of shots of the sinking of the island.

Lin Chou stood boredly on the sea, throwing the giant blood corpse leader card yo-yo, two lifeboats, one large and one small, quietly parked beside him, and further away, the crew of Sikong held a driftwood in their hands. The staff are here.

Shan Ye muttered,

"How come these guys are like Xiaoqiang, I thought they were all blown up before."

Sikong didn't care,

"If my people are finished so easily, can my father use them to protect me? What a joke..."

Under the control of Lin Chou's walking on the waves, the sea surface near here seemed to be frozen without a trace, and could be used as a mirror.

But the haze hasn't cleared, so I can only trouble these people for a little longer.

"Uh, does anyone remember the direction?"

"Pointing needles are useless in the haze. Besides, if the direction can be known in the haze, the haze won't be called a haze."

"What's that called?"

"Smog."

"..."

The potted plant waved his hand excitedly and said to Lin Chou in a complimentary tone.

"Aha, the director really didn't misunderstand you. There is no big event where you go. The director is quite satisfied with these sets of shots. I will add a chicken leg when I receive the box lunch later."

Lin Chou said without looking up,

"Oh, I remember you also brought something like compressed biscuits. You can eat that while I'm cooking."

The potted plant was stunned suddenly-it seemed that she had forgotten that a certain Sea Emperor's kitchen was never confined to land, and the same was true of Hei Shen Hai.