Lin Chou felt as if his whole person had suffered a cold dimensionality reduction blow, he trembled and squirmed his fingers, and said with difficulty,

"Sorcery, Warlock... Is it finally time for me to join the Non-Entity Chieftains' Club..."

The warlock posed for a huge "? "No., said angrily,

"You're a non-chief, your whole family is a non-chief, I'm proud and proud to be a peace- and science-loving warlock professional, I'm just unlucky! Even if I am poor, I am a dignified scientific researcher! ”

Lin Chou didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, and spit bubbles, well, blood bubbles.

"Help, help me up, I can still... One more liver..."

Leng Han stood aside helplessly, neither helping nor not helping, so nervous that he even forgot to deal with his soaked clothes.

Exquisitely bumpy, cheetah-like lines.

Anyway, Lin Moumou is also a guy with a "6++" level of physical strength, and it is not so easy to hang up, but it looks a little flat, and it is trivial to sprinkle water.

The warlock comforted,

"I remember when I read a book, there is a kind of peerless magic in it, the process of cultivation is to break the bones and bones of the whole body, and then the luck to heal, and the cycle repeats, the bone strength increases, the physical fitness thief pulls the bull, and finally the protagonist is old and powerful, I tell you, he has reached the peak of his life - if he wants to touch your porcelain, you are the one who changed to eighteen hospitals for identification and you drove into it!"

After listening to the warlock's "comfort", Lin Chou's bubbles spit out even more happily.

Leng Han opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

She muttered quietly,

"It turns out that what they said is true... Bloodline ability that you can't even control yourself? ”

Lin Chou raised his hand tremblingly, and the bones of his hand crackled, almost like a noodle.

"I'm a passive skill! Passively understand! Energy saving and environmental protection! ”

Leng Han was speechless.

As a strong physique to the point of perverted Lin Moumou, he checked himself and estimated that it would take about a day and a night to barely recover his mobility, and the main premise was that the required nutritional reserves were sufficient.

As for combat effectiveness, if you break your muscles and bones for a hundred days, you don't even think about it if you don't have special drugs or anything like that.

Lin Chou's tears fell, aggrieved like a child more than two hundred months old,

"If this is a lapis lazurite instead of the water..."

"Get out of the way! I'm going to it! ”

Seeing that Lin Chou was just some "skin trauma", the warlock simply didn't pay much attention to it, and for the evolutionary, skin trauma was embarrassed to be called an injury?

The warlock ran over excitedly, "A whole sea bluestone mountain, you said that I would make a fortune if I moved this thing back!" ”

Otherwise, how to say that people are poor, Uncle Warlock immediately began to ponder the feasibility of this plan.

Leng Han didn't dare to move Lin Chou, after all, the flat Lin Moumou's current appearance really couldn't bear to look directly - what if the bones were crooked?

Leng Han shook his head and said,

"Impossible, you look at this lapite mountain, it's almost a whole, at least I don't see any traces of cracks or anything like that."

"The larger the volume of the lapuerite, the more terrifying it is, and even when its volume reaches a certain level, it is almost inseparable, and it has been able to produce a certain resistance to the 'origin', and only the purest physical means can fully act on the lapis lazurite."

Mingguang's city defense is relying on the characteristics of lazurite, a piece of standard volume of lazurite city bricks with specific materials and techniques to build the city, although the magical connection between each other is not as terrible as the natural whole of lazurite, but at least it can achieve its effect of ten percent, which is already a very terrifying number.

At the feet of the three of them, the gentle slope of the low mountain lying prone in the lofty mountains of the ancestral mountain is probably hundreds of kilometers long, and there are no formed cliffs and cracks as far as the eye can see, just like a piece of chewed gum that is infinitely elongated, and the surface is extremely smooth and smooth.

The warlock watched from time to time, and then came to the not-so-good conclusion: even with his means, it would be worth the loss to cut the lapite mountain into shape and transport it back to Mingguang - because the wear and tear of the body was completely out of line with the energy consumed (to be replenished by food).

To put it bluntly, even if he could transport this thing back to Mingguang and sell it, the money he earned would not be enough to pay for his food.

The warlock sat on the ground,

"The reality is so cruel..."

Leng Han's eyebrows also furrowed, very anxious,

"The secret stronghold of the rebels is under this mountain? This..."

It's hard to do.

Well, Lieutenant General Leng has already decided that this sudden incident is a ghost caused by a traitorous party, does it have to be.

Mental power and manipulation of living corpses have become synonymous with betrayal - if you don't know how to attack the coastal defense line of the sea beast, it is also a means of betraying the party.

Anyway, no one will refute the traitors, and all kinds of troubles are right to be fooled at them, and they can't be regarded as false accusations.

This lapite mountain made Leng Han's face more and more ugly, this is simply cheating.

If you want to fight the idea of this secret stronghold, will you not be able to tear down the mountain? No one can do it well!

Leng Han smiled,

"Sure enough, this is in line with the attributes of the traitorous party."

Over the years, the feeling of betraying the party has completely fulfilled the old saying that is - I like the way you can't get used to me and can't kill me.

Their methods and style of action have never been aimed at killing or injuring Mingguang people or reducing Mingguang's combat effectiveness, as if they were simply disgusting people for the sake of disgusting people, which makes people confused and at the same time hold their breath to the point of arrhythmia.

Leng Han didn't understand, what did the traitor want to do?

Have the traitors ever benefited from Mingguang for dozens or hundreds of years?

No! Not a single bit!

How can anyone not do it for profit, purely for the sake of a momentary pleasure.

You'd have to inject tons of gutter oil into your head to do this....

The more Leng Han thought about it, the more confused his brain became, are these people all crazy?

...

Underground space.

The dark, empty space seemed to still echo with the sound of crashing from above the ground, and Liu Renjun raised his head and stared at the top of the cave for a long time.

"Are you scared?" An old voice echoed.

With the appearance of this voice, the living corpse nest on the rock wall**, countless pairs of eyes as white as scarlet or perlite lit up, and the sound of roaring and chewing and eating suddenly filled the underground space, which was disturbing.

The old voice seemed to be very satisfied with such an atmosphere,

"The little ones seem to be hungry... Hehe! Renjun, since you last came back from Mingguang, you have become much more silent. ”

There was a lingering tiredness between the eyebrows of Liu Renjun, who had a handsome white shirt and a white shirt, and he covered his mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief.

"Anzu, I..."

The old man's voice burst into laughter, the entire underground space seemed to tremble, the living corpses in the lair trembled, and blood began to drip from Liu Renjun's mouth and nose.

The old voice laughed for a while,

"It seems that the time for this skin to withstand your spiritual power is running out, are you satisfied with the 'thing' that the corpses have brought back?"

Liu Renjun's face changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice,

"Ann, Anzu!"

The voice called Anzu suddenly became tragic and weird, revealing a trace of coldness,

"Renjun! Those who achieve great things are not informal! Furthermore, why not return this skin to me now, the parents who have suffered from the skin of the body. ”

Liu Renjun lowered his head, looked at his legs, which had lost their shape and turned into a wriggling mass of rotten meat, and swallowed hard.

He gritted his teeth and said,

"Anzu, can you give me some more time."

Anzu's voice revealed dissatisfaction,

"Woman's kindness! It's just a skin, and it's already unusable, and if it weren't for the skin, your achievements would never stop at what they are now. ”

Liu Renjun pondered for a moment, his eyes full of urgency and hatred,

"What if... I mean, if I give up my body, can I match a warlock? ”

Rumble~

An invisible spiritual storm raged in the underground space, and Anzu roared angrily,

"Liu Renjun! You're pushing me! ”

Liu Renjun bowed his head gloomily,

"Sure enough, what if I change my skin..."

The storm subsided, and Anzu said lightly,

"Human, we've reached an agreement with the Void Beasts to some extent, and with them, maybe one day we can—"

Liu Renjun raised his head and calmly interrupted Anzu's words,

"What day is it?"

The underground space was silent for a while, and An Zu's voice revealed helpless emotions,

"The 'warlock' itself is a kind of bloodline, a bloodline that we can't ask for, he is both a spiritual entity and a so-called spirit body, an imaginary body."

"Warlocks have no worries about our fears, such as the never-ending, irreversible dissipation of spiritual power without physical support, and all sorts of other disadvantages."

"This world has never been fair, but even I never thought that fate would be unfair to this extent, in order to pursue the ultimate of strength, we even gave up our bodies, wandering in the vast spiritual world to find the true meaning, and some people have stood at the 'end' we look up to from the beginning, this is not enough, this so-called 'end', but only his starting point."

The corners of Liu Renjun's mouth twitched, and his smile was particularly bitter.

"Heh, is this the gap between the RMB warriors and the brick gods that people often said before the cataclysm."

I believe that if Uncle Warlock can hear the conversation between the two, he will definitely cry bitterly - he has packed all the luck of his life plus all the circulation points that he can earn in the future and all the material life that he should have to recharge to this 'warlock' bloodline raised by Gou Niang, this kind of miserable atmosphere, you Ma Maipi are still lamenting the unfairness of fate?

Why didn't the old lady of fate kill you directly...

Anzu Road,

"Child, one day the Mingguang people will understand that everything they insist on now is illusory, and what our Liu clan believes in is the only truth, this world no longer belongs to human beings, it is no longer ...

Liu Renjun sneered,

"Anzu, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... That place, whatever you say, I'll think your words are meant to brainwash me. ”

An Zu seemed to be poked at the point of laughter, laughed non-stop, and said after a while,

"Renjun, that's why I chose you, you always bring a lot of fun to the boring life of our old guys."

Liu Renjun shrugged his shoulders and said,

"I'm afraid these pleasures are built on my pain, right?"

Anzu was silent for a moment,

"Give you another chance to think about it, if you can't, you'll lose everything you have now, including your freedom."

Liu Renjun showed a sarcastic look on his face,

"Heh, you've found a candidate for the next 'talent show', right, you really can't wait as always."

Anzu did not respond.

Liu Renjun frowned and said,

"They've found it, and it's worth exposing one of our most important nests for the sake of a possible ideal skin?"

Anzu Road,

"It was an accident to find out – but it's still a good deal."

"Shall we move the nest now?"

"No, if the little guy above can solve the problem of this thousand-meter-thick bluestone mountain, I have nothing to say."

“......”

Anzu Road,

"Everything you need for the Conversion Ritual has been prepared, and if you agree you can start it now - oh, and after they're gone, the Conversion Ritual must be in a 'quiet' environment to guarantee success, and there is only one chance to do it, so you can't afford to be sloppy."

Liu Renjun said strangely,

"So even if I agree, I'm going to have to wait until they're gone?"

"Yes."

"What if they do destroy the Lapis Stone."

"So here I am, I'll take you away."

With Liu Renjun's cultivation, I can't help but slander: God TM logic!

Anzu Road,

"Wait."

Silence returned to the empty underground cavern.

Liu Renjun was stunned, and then gradually closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

I don't know how long it took,

Rumble~

Rumble~

Rumble~

Liu Renjun woke up, "It's finally begun." ”

Three earth-shattering roars in succession, the empty underground space became an unprecedentedly huge hanging bell, magnifying the sound exponentially, as if the air had been distorted.

Liu Renjun wiped the blood that had been shocked out of his nose and ears,

"I really envy this kind of guy who has muscles in his brain, he must eat a lot of meat every day, right?"

"My body is too fragile."

...

On the lapite mountain, Leng Han supported his knees with both hands, panting heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped on the stones.

Her whole body looked like she had just been fished out of the water, and her muscles were trembling, and she was a little unsteady even on her feet.

"Too... It's horrible..."

She used a giant hammer made of extremely dense metal and poured all the power of "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" on the mountain, but she didn't even leave a trace or a white mark.

It felt like every attack was being walked to every corner of the mountain in an instant, and she was attacking the whole mountain of Lapis Blazuli.

Grasshoppers shake trees as powerlessly!

The warlock scratches his head frantically,

"How is it possible, no, as a spirit, this stone can actually block me? It's not physical! There is no scientific basis for this! ”

Leng Han sat on the ground, sweating,

"This is the characteristics of lazurite or it can be said to be 'rules', the volume reaches a certain level, only the purest physical means to solve it, and your spell obviously happens to be the one that is not recognized as 'physical'."