There is only one reason why Shan Ye also feels fear:
The flesh and blood remnants of the bloody corpses on the ground are gathering in a large area, squirming abnormally.
The bright coating that sticks to the entire island is like a fungus strain magnified and fast-forwarded hundreds of times under an electron microscope. The average volume of the flesh, bone, and viscera mixture is no more than 0.5 cubic centimeters. It sticks to each other. , blue-black blood vessels were newly formed in the tissue, beating regularly, and some kind of viscous liquid gurgled in them.
The overall style of painting may be more suitable for the place where the Imp Army is located, which looks more like hell than the real world.
There is only one direction for these flesh and blood to grow - where the blood corpse leads the corpse.
Lin Choumou tried his best to hit the corpse twice, but the attack was ineffective and only caused the mucus to splash everywhere, almost touching himself.
Yes, I'm waiting for you.
The warlock suddenly said,
"It seems to have a familiar smell, similar to the Imp Army... Is this also a summons?"
"What a mess - Linzi, do you have anything more ruthless? Give it two more hits!"
Lin Chou thought for a while, spread his hands,
"Next time when I'm out in the field, remember to remind me to hang Fan Rui on the shovel."
"..."
Grandpa Shan felt that if he stayed with Lin Chou like this, his survival instinct and his exploding sixth sense in the wilderness would probably be blown away by the wind - God, who can tell you how big a heart this guy has? Do you pretend to have the whole world?
Those grass-like flesh and blood tissues squirmed and emitted a misty light, rising and falling like a tide and spreading to the corpse of the Blood Corpse Leader.
The leader of the blood corpse is like a sprouting seed. It first expands and then breaks. From the corpse, a tangled aggregation of flesh and blood veins grows. Heart-stopping fluctuations sweep across the entire island from there, like an ancient monster. Resurrection, awakening from slumber.
Such a sphere also appeared at the bottom of the crater formed by the explosion, which frightened Mr. Shan.
"Damn it, why is there another one?"
Then, Mr. Shan discovered that there was a bit of shining green reflected in the soil at the other end of the pit.
"Potted plant?! Why the hell haven't you left yet?!"
The basin guide awkwardly pushed away the loose soil covering her head. A bunch of equipment was running under her feet, and she said humbly,
"A sheep is driven, and a group of sheep is herded. Brother Chou, I believe in you, come on, come on, come on~!"
Huang Dashan really wanted to throw the warlock on his back and kill him.
Said the magician in a duet aria,
"As a warlock who deals with the void and the abyss every day, with amazingly sharp intuition and insight, I always feel that you have some particularly rude thoughts running through your mind just now. I advise you to give up on it."
Huang Dashan gasped,
"You haven't been satisfied since you first started resting? It's time to get off my back, right? You are a spirit body, and your body is made of smoke. Why are you so heavy?!"
The warlock tilted his head and pressed closer.
"The thinking of you purely material creatures is really difficult to understand, but you are quite warm. It makes me feel as if my soul has returned to the hell plane to take a magma bath. Well, this will help me recover my strength. Don't move. Don't talk, you are still a man."
Master Shan was so angry that he couldn't get rid of his empty and feelless cloak even after swiping it around.
"I'm already at a disadvantage just because I reluctantly carry you, okay? Who knows if I will be as unlucky as you... Every time you stay with me for one more second, I feel that my chance of death will increase exponentially."
While one person and one ghost were talking nonsense, the flesh and blood tissue everywhere began to lose activity from the edges, turning into a dry and dull color, and then peeled off and turned into fly ash.
Lin Chou yawned and stood up from the ground. Well, sitting cross-legged is not conducive to blood circulation and is a bit uncomfortable.
"It's really slow. Only I am kind enough to have the patience to wait for it to complete the transformation - hey, I am such a good person."
After giving himself a boost of favorability, Lin Chou frowned and looked at the mass of flesh and blood polymer.
The entire sphere has expanded to a height of nearly ten meters, beating like a heart. The muscles and veins that make up the sphere are twisting, squirming and squeezing each other like worms or snake-like creatures. The overall style is like vomiting at a glance. Half a year later, I had a really bad feeling.
Shanye and the potted plants over there shouted together,
"I'm coming."
"Something is coming out, ah, the recorders are in their positions, don't miss any angle."
"boom!"
As soon as the monster inside came out, Shan Ye's expression instantly turned black and green.
"Lin Lin Lin Zi, did you see it?"
Lin Chou was so disgusted by the smell of biochemical leakage at that moment, "Ugh... I saw it, the Blood Corpse Commander is indeed resurrected. I said it's not that easy to kill the big BOSS. Hey, isn't he just tall and strong?" There are some, I like this kind of rough-skinned and thick-bodied ones."
Shan Ye made an out-of-tune sound,
"No, no, no, it, it, it, there is an extra giant-sized penis!!!"
People always have some pure instincts, and Shan Ye's reminder with such a huge and terrifying voice made Lin Chou and Bon Zai's sights, as well as the lenses of all the recorders and photography equipment operated by Bon Zai, turn to the "super giant model". "Here comes a three-dimensional surround high-definition close-up, with no blind spots in all directions.
The potted plant let out a scream like a cuckoo crying blood,
"Damn Rhubarb, stinky Rhubarb, rotten Rhubarb, you ruined a great set of shots for my aunt, ahhhh, you'll pay for me, you'll pay for me!!"
Lin Chou held his forehead,
"At least we have reached the second stage and will be shipping soon. Can you be more serious? Please..."
Mr. Shan’s eyes widened angrily.
"This is very important, okay? If you don't mind, you can see which living corpse looks like that. Maybe we can solve the mystery of the reproduction of living corpses. Damn it, let's put it this way - this penis is worth the old nose's money. , Linzi, be careful what you do!"
Fortunately, this enlarged version of the Blood Corpse Commander could not understand human language, otherwise he would have died of cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction, or systemic infarction as soon as he came out.
Another sphere exploded at this time, but what came out was not the second blood corpse leader.
Master Shan burped directly, frightened.
"Damn it, is it really awesome?"
This is a "set" of stuff that goes beyond common sense in physics.
Its overall appearance is rude and disgusting. It is human-shaped and has limbs, but it is hollow on the inside. There are blood vessel-like tentacles on the inside and outside that are constantly wriggling. The outer surface of the "limbs" and "belly" are covered with bulges of unknown meaning. The bone armor plate seems to be a Transformers pieced together by a three-year-old child with graffiti. It also has some kind of irregular twisted ring pattern, with large rings within small rings within small rings within mosquito coil rings. It is so dense that it makes people feel very strange at a glance. uncomfortable.
The warlock blurted out,
"Biological armor?"
After the thing came out, it fell to the ground with a squeak, squirmed and twisted up the body of the blood corpse leader, assembled and connected on its body surface, and became entangled with the flesh and blood of the blood corpse to form a ferocious exoskeleton armor.
Lin Chou was very incredible,
"This automatically nesting armor must be at least +13 orange equipment. Damn it, it's 666."
Shan Ye shouted from the side,
"The idea is tough, why don't we withdraw? If you hadn't told me about this guy, I would have thought he was the protagonist. How could he be pretending to be a god the first time he appeared!"
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 before. It's very familiar. Where is it..."
The hammering sound of "哐哐哐" shook the earth. Lin Chou casually blocked the attack of the blood corpse.
"Brothers, this guy's attack power isn't very good. I'm a little disappointed. What do you mean when I say that the warlock looks familiar to you?"
"boom!"
Lin Chou saw the right moment and grabbed the blood corpse's arm, swung it round and smashed it on the ground, and immediately created a bottomless pit with a diameter of at least twenty meters. The blood corpse shook the soil on its head and shook it. He jumped out of the pit with a roar full of energy.
Huang Dashan's scalp was dancing when he saw this scene, his throat was tight and his eyes were turning green.
"Nah, ah..."
The entire island echoed with the sound of fists to the flesh, the muffled sound of earthquakes, the sound of broken bones (all made of bloody corpses), and the sound of exploding boulders.
It is estimated that people who saw the scene would find it difficult to believe the huge personal gap between the two parties after understanding the inside story.
One of them is a blood corpse commander starting from the sixth level, with +13 orange armor;
The other one is a first-level full-time chef, with at most a rice shovel capable of grilling, cooking, and deboning.
The Blood Corpse Commander seemed to have adapted to such attacks, becoming more energetic and powerful.
The roar of the original explosion began to stir, and the rapidly spreading circles of light were like ripples in the water, covering the entire island from various angles.
Soon, the island became an unparalleled krypton gold lamp in the dark sea, shining on the sea surface for dozens of kilometers in radius.
The warlock suddenly shouted again,
"I remembered! I saw this pattern in a museum in Mingguang that is not open to the public!"
Master Shan slapped his forehead,
"So, what does it matter?"
The warlock is trapped in his own world,
"Yes, that is a book. There are pictures and specimens in that book."
"Where have you seen it? That museum, museum, museum, where is the museum?"
Then he writes and draws in the air,
"Oh no, the mist has blocked my perception. I can't use apparation to come back - I can move to the bright light but I can't come back. Come on, come on, I have to make sure I remember correctly. What should I do? What should I do - yes, I need a spatial anchor point to indicate the coordinates of the return, a very, very profound anchor point - where is the anchor point, where is it? It is best if it has a close connection and causal relationship with me. It’s as indivisible as a part of life—wait, then maybe that’s okay?”
"Crack!"
The warlock muttered and suddenly tore off his arm entirely.
Huang Dashan’s eyes popped out,
"Holy shit, are you crazy?"
The warlock threw his arms into Shan Ye's arms, his tone full of joy,
"I'll go back to the base city and help me get the anchor point."
At the end, add, "Thank you."
"???"
"puff."
The gray mist dispersed, and the warlock master had disappeared.
Our prince raised one arm innocently, his whole body was wooden.
"N-Nani?!"
"Is it true that none of the guys around me are normal?"
Lin Chou shook the bloody corpse and shouted,
"This handsome guy surnamed Pen tells you, do you know that you need to pay extra for this set of battle scenes? I already feel hungry - ah ah ah, I have such a good dish, ah ah, my heart hurts so much. Please give me back the food in the pot." Fuck this damn guy!!"
It seems that there is really no normal one. In short, the current painting style here is probably like this:
Hey, this wave is stable, skin it, hurry up, seize the time, seize the time, there is no chance if you don't skin it.
Then,
boom.
Bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
Another series of exponentially increasing kinetic energy blows hit his face.
Shan Ye shrugged and comforted himself,
"Who am I? Master Huang Dashan, your Master Dashan is fearless! Prince of the Left Bank, hehe... By the way, isn't this 'coordinate anchor point' style of painting a bit too strange?"
Isn’t this nonsense? No one’s coordinate anchor point looks like an arm. Hey, it’s so low-tech!
Mr. Shan lifted up his sleeves and looked inside.
"It's dark and there's nothing there... Speaking of which, can't spirits be seen? Are they really sentient? Didn't this guy just pull his sleeves to me and drop his arms without knowing it?"
Shan Ye looked around. Potted Plant was busy taking pictures, Lin Chou was too busy making faces, and the Blood Corpse Commander was too busy being fooled, which meant that he wouldn't notice him at all.
"Hey ha~"
So Mr. Shan rolled up his sleeves and stretched into the section of sleeve left by the warlock.
"Little darling, don't be afraid, let me try my hand..."
Considering Mr. Shan's burly figure with broad shoulders and round waist, a short sleeve could reach his head quickly. However, he measured it with his other arm and found that half of the length of this arm could be worn out.
"Nothing?!"
"Damn it, I still don't believe it!"
The arms were taken out of the sleeves and were intact. There was no missing muscle or missing parts.
Shan Ye walked around and found a branch seven or eight meters long. He put up the sorcerer's sleeve and stuck it in.
one meter,
two meters,
Three meters...
The branch fell in!
Master Shan is confused.
"What the hell?"
I turned my sleeves over and shook them. No branches fell out, nothing.
"..."
Niang Xipi, your Grandpa Dashan may have seen a ghost.
While watching Lin Chou beating the bloody corpse, Master Shan glanced at the sleeve from the corner of his eye from time to time.
"Ahem."
From time to time, I would secretly throw a stone, a branch, or a few grass leaves in. These things would seem to fall into a black hole without a trace.
In the end, Shan Ye had stuffed all the rocks, branches and turf within a radius of fifty meters, and there was nothing left to stuff.
"You bitch, what a hell!"
The sleeves suddenly stood up sideways, with the cuffs facing Shan Ye.
"say..."
Master Shan was startled and stared straight into his eyes.
"Whoosh, whoosh, crackle!"
The stuff that had just been stuffed in spewed out from the cuffs at an alarming speed, smearing Shan Ye's face.
"Whoosh whoosh."
Still confused.
"Whoosh whoosh."
In fact, Shanye stuffed a lot of things into it.
"Whoosh whoosh."
Shan Ye has been buried under rocks, turf, and other messy things.
Half an hour later, the rain of stones finally stopped.
Shanye's head emerged from the pile of stones.
"mmp."
Then, the sleeve jumped up with a "whoosh", and a branch more than six meters long was held by the sleeve, and it was whipped towards Mr. Shan head-on.
"Crack crack crack."
Of course, this was accompanied by Shan Ye’s yelling and cursing,
"F*ck, f**k... If you have something to say, I'm just bored and try to have some fun... Why am I so angry when I rub half of your arm? Don't fight, don't fight..."
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