There is only one reason why Shan Ye will also have fear:

The remnants of the flesh and blood of the bloody corpses on the ground were converging on a large scale, wriggling abnormally.

The brightly colored coating that was pasted like a wall across the island grew as rapidly as fungal strains magnified and fast-forwarded hundreds of times under an electron microscope, and the mixture of flesh, bones, and viscera, with an average volume of no more than 0.5 cubic centimeters, adhered to each other, and blue-black blood vessels were newly born and pulsed regularly in the tissues, and some kind of viscous liquid was bubbling in them.

The overall art style may be more suitable for the place where the Legion of Imps is more like hell than the real world.

And there is only one direction in which these flesh and blood struggle to grow - the blood corpse dominates the corpse.

Lin Chou gave the corpse two hard blows, however, the attack didn't work, it just made the slime splash everywhere, almost splashing himself.

Yes, Ben Shuai is waiting for you.

Suddenly the warlock spoke up,

"It seems to have a familiar taste, similar to the Legion of Imps... Is this also a calling? ”

"What a mess - do you have anything more ruthless than the woods! Give it two more hits! ”

Lin Chou thought about it and spread his hands,

"Next time in the field, remember to remind me to hang the weak on the convenience shovel."

“...”

Shan Ye felt that the little survival instinct and the sixth sense that exploded in the wilderness if he stayed with Lin Chou like this again was likely to go with the wind - God, who can tell you how big Grandpa Shan's heart is, is it a whole world?

The lawn-like flesh and blood tissue wriggled and emitted a misty light, undulating like a tidal wave and spreading to the corpse of the Blood Corpse Leader.

The Bloodcorpse Ruler was like a germinating seed, first expanding and then shattering, and from the corpse grew a tangled aggregate of flesh veins, from which palpitating waves swept across the island, like an ancient monster reviving and waking from its slumber.

Such a sphere also appeared at the bottom of the crater formed by the explosion, which frightened the mountain master.

"Damn, how can there be one?"

Then, the mountain lord found a little shining green reflected between the soil layers at the other end of the pit,

"Bonsai?! Why the fuck aren't you gone yet!! ”

The pot guide embarrassedly brushed aside the floating soil covering her head, and a bunch of equipment was running under her feet, and said cheaply,

"A sheep is also a drive, a group of sheep is also released, worry brother, I believe in you, come on, come on, come on~!"

Huang Dashan really wanted to throw the warlock on his back over and smash this thing to death now.

The warlock said in a duet aria,

"As a warlock who deals with the void and the abyss every day, with surprisingly keen intuition and insight, I always feel that you have some particularly rude thoughts wandering in your heart just now, and I advise you to give it up."

Huang Dashan gasped,

"Still not satisfied from the first break? It's time to get off Lao Tzu's back - it's not that you are a spirit body, and your body is full of smoke, why are you so heavy?! ”

The warlock's head tilted, and it pressed tighter,

"The thinking of you pure material creatures is really quite incomprehensible, but you are quite warm, it makes me feel comfortable that my soul will go back to the hell plane to take a magma bath, cough, this will help me recover my strength, don't move, don't talk, it's still quite a gentleman."

The mountain master was so angry that he couldn't shake off the empty cloak that was very handsless,

"Lao Tzu is already very bad with you on his back, okay, who knows if he will be as unlucky as you... Every second you spend on Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu feels that his chances of death will increase exponentially. ”

One man and one ghost were working nonsense, and the flesh and blood everywhere gradually lost its vitality from the edges, turning into a dry and dull color, and then peeling off pieces and turning into flying ashes.

Lin Chou yawned and stood up from the ground, well, the posture of sitting cross-legged is really not conducive to blood circulation, and it is a little uncomfortable.

"It's really slow enough, and Ben Shuai is so kind and has the patience to wait for it to complete the transformation - hey, Ben Shuai is really a good person."

After brushing himself with a wave of favorability, Lin Chou frowned and looked at the mass of flesh and blood polymer.

The whole sphere has swelled to nearly ten meters high, beating like a heart, and the muscles and veins that make up the sphere themselves are twisted and wriggled like worms or snake creatures to squeeze each other.

The mountain lord shouted together with the bonsai over there,

"It's coming, it's coming."

"Something is coming out, ahhhh

"Bang!"

As soon as the monster inside came out, the expression of the mountain master instantly turned black and green,

"Lin Lin Lin Zi, did you see it!"

Lin Chou was choked by the smell of biochemical leakage at that moment, "Vomit... I saw it.,Sure enough, it's the resurrection of the blood corpse leader.,I'll just say it's not so easy to hammer the big boss to death.,Hey,Isn't it just a little taller and stronger.,Ben Shuai likes this kind of rough skin and thick meat.。 ”

The mountain master let out a broken sound out of tune,

"No, no, it's it, it's it, there's a super-giant model of Tintin !!"

People always have some pure instinct, and the hint that Shan Ye issued with such a huge and terrifying voice made Lin Chou and the potted plants and the lenses of all the recorders and photographic equipment operated by the pot guide give the "super giant model" a three-dimensional surround high-definition close-up, with no dead ends in all directions.

The bonsai let out a cuckoo's bloody scream,

"Dead rhubarb, stinky rhubarb, rotten rhubarb, you ruined a good set of shots of your aunt and grandmother, ahhh

Lin Chou supported his forehead,

"Anyway, we've reached the second stage, and we're shipping it soon, can you be a little more serious? Please..."

The mountain lord's eyes widened with anger,

"This is very important, okay, you don't have anything to see which living corpse grows that or something, maybe we can solve the mystery of the reproduction of living corpses,, put it this way - this Ding Ding is worth the old nose money, Lin Zi, you be careful!"

Fortunately, this enlarged version of the blood corpse commander can't understand human language, otherwise he would have died of cerebral infarction, heart infarction, and whole body infarction just after he came out.

Another orb exploded at this time, but it wasn't the second Blood Corpse Leader that came out.

The mountain master hiccuped directly, frightened.

"Damn, it's really explosive?"

This is a "set" of things that are beyond the common sense of physics.

Its overall appearance is rude and disgusting, humanoid with limbs, but the inside is hollow, the inside and outside are blood vessels, and the outer surface of the "limbs" and "belly" is covered with unexplained convex bone oracle bone plates, which seem to be Transformers put together by a three-year-old child with graffiti, and some kind of irregular twisted ring pattern, the large ring is set on the small ring, and the small ring is on the mosquito coil, which is dense and uncomfortable at a glance.

The warlock blurted out,

"Creature armor?"

As soon as the thing came out, it fell to the ground with a thud, squirming and twisting to climb up to the body of the Blood Corpse Leader, and connected itself on the surface of its body, entangled with the flesh of the Blood Corpse, forming a hideous exoskeleton armor.

Lin Chou is very incredible,

"This self-nesting armor is at least +13 orange,, 666."

The mountain master shouted on the side,

"The idea is prickly, or let's withdraw, if you don't say this guy, I will think that it is the protagonist, how can I dress up as a god as soon as I appear!"

The warlock suddenly jumped off the mountain master and spun around in place—or rather, floated around.

"No, no, it's a familiar smell, a familiar pattern, I've definitely seen this pattern somewhere, it's familiar, where is it..."

The sound of the hammer shook the earth, and Lin Chou casually blocked the attack of the bloody corpse,

"I said a few brothers, the attack power of this thing is not very good, a little disappointed, how many do you mean by saying that you are familiar with the warlock?"

"Boom!"

Lin Chou saw the opportunity to grab the arm of the bloody corpse, smashed it on the ground, and suddenly blasted out a bottomless pit with a diameter of at least twenty meters, and the bloody corpse shook the soil on its head, and jumped out of the bottom of the pit with a roar.

Huang Dashan looked at this scene, his scalp was dancing, his throat was tight, his eyes were green,

"Nima, Nima..."

The entire island reverberated with the muffled sound of an earthquake, the sound of shattered bones (all bloody), and the cracking of boulders.

It is estimated that after seeing the scene and understanding the inside story, it is difficult to believe the disparity between the two parties.

One of them is a Blood Corpse Leader from the Sixth Order, who comes with +13 Orange Armor;

The other is a first-order full-time chef, and at most a rice spatula with barbecue, stir-frying, deboning, and triathlon.

The Blood Corpse Commander seems to have adapted to such an attack, becoming more vigorous and growing in strength.

The roar of the Origin Martyrdom began to stir, and the rapidly spreading circles of light covered the entire island at various angles like ripples in the water.

Soon, the island became an incomparable kryptonite headlamp on the dark sea, illuminating the sea surface within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The warlock shouted again abruptly,

"I remember! I've seen this pattern in a museum in Mingguang that is not open to the public! ”

Shan Ye slapped his head,

"So, what does it matter?"

The warlock is trapped in his own world,

"yes, it's a book, and there's stickers on it, there's specimens."

"Where have you seen it, that museum, where is the museum, where is the museum?"

and writing and drawing into the air,

"Yes, the fog is blocking my perception, I can't use the illusion to move back - I can move to the light but I can't come back, hurry up I must make sure I'm not mistaken, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do—yes, I need a spatial anchor to indicate the coordinates of the return, a very, very deep anchor point - where the anchor is, preferably with me and have a close connection and causality, preferably as inseparable as a part of life—wait, then maybe this is always possible, right?"

"Click!"

The warlock muttered and muttered, and suddenly tore his arm off entirely.

Huang Dashan's eyes burst out,

"Damn, are you crazy?"

The warlock threw his arm into the arms of the mountain master, and his tone was full of joy,

"I'll go back to Base City and help me get the anchor."

At the end, he added, "Thank you." ”

“？？？”

"Poof."

The gray mist dispersed, and the warlock master had disappeared.

Our prince innocently raised an arm, and the whole person was wooden,

"Na, Nani?!"

"The guys around Uncle Ben, are there really no normal people?"

Lin Chou shouted while throwing off the bloody corpse,

"Ben Shuai, surnamed Pot, told you, do you know that this set of battle shots has to add money, I already feel hungry - ahhh

It seems that there really isn't a normal one.,Anyway, the current painting style here is probably like this.。

Eh, this wave is stable, skin, hurry up and skin, hurry up and hurry up, hurry up and don't have a chance again.

And then

Bang.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

Another series of equivalent kinetic energy blows with exponentially rising momentum shone on the face.

The mountain lord shrugged his shoulders and comforted himself,

"Who is Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu Huang Dashan Mountain Lord, your Grandpa Dashan is fearless! The Left Bank, hey, hey, hey... In other words, isn't this 'coordinate anchor' style too strange? ”

Isn't this nonsense, no one's coordinate anchor will grow into an arm, hey, how little science and technology!

The mountain master pulled his cuffs and looked in,

"There's nothing in the dark... Isn't the spirit visible, is he really conscious, can't this thing just pull his sleeve and drop his arm to me, and he doesn't know it, right? ”

The mountain master looked left and right, the potted plants were busy shooting, Lin Chou was busy pasting his face, and the blood corpse commander was busy being pasted, which means that he would not notice him at all.

"Hey~"

So the mountain master rolled up his sleeves and stretched them into the section of the sleeve left by the warlock,

"Little girl, don't be afraid, let Lao Tzu try the feel..."

With the burly figure of the mountain master with a big waist and a round waist, he could quickly reach his head with a short sleeve, but he measured it with his other arm, and the length of this arm could be worn out in half.

"Nothing?!"

"I don't believe it anymore!"

The arm was taken out of the sleeve, intact, not missing any arm flesh or simply disappeared.

The mountain master walked around, found a branch seven or eight meters long, and raised the warlock's sleeve and pestled it in.

One meter,

Two meters,

Three meters...

The branch fell in!

The mountain lord is blinded,

"?"

I flipped my sleeves upside down, and no branches fell out, nothing.

“...”

Niang Xipi, your grandfather Dashan may be a hell of a god.

While watching Lin Chou beat the bloody corpse, the mountain master swept the sleeve from the corner of his eye from time to time,

"Ahem."

From time to time, I would sneak a stone, a branch, or a few handfuls of grass blades into it, and these things would be 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, and there was nothing to stuff.

"What the hell are you, you!"

The sleeves stood up diagonally, and the cuffs were facing the mountain master.

"Said..."

The mountain master was startled and stared at the beads in his eyes.

"Boom, crackle!"

The stuff that had just been stuffed in it gushed out of the cuffs at an alarming speed, and it covered Yamaye's face.

"Woohoo."

Still paste.

"Woohoo."

In fact, there are a lot of things that the mountain master stuffs in.

"Woohoo."

The mountain master has been buried with rocks, turf, and all that mess.

Half an hour later, the rain finally stopped.

The mountain lord peeked out of the pile of stones,

“mmp。”

Then, the sleeve jumped up with a "boom", and a branch more than six meters long was held by the sleeve, and it was pulled towards the mountain master with his head and face.

"Crackle, crackle."

Of course, this is also accompanied by the scolding of the mountain master,

"it... If you have something to say, I'm just bored and try to have some fun... Where did I get such a big temper when I wiped half of your arm, don't fight, don't fight..."