The spiritual prayers, physical seals, and oral secrets have all been sent out, but the coordinated movements that should be the unity of "body, speech, and mind" have inexplicably turned into a clumsy performance that is ridiculous and clumsy. pinshu.com
No matter how loose the Amaterasu cult is, the hidden power of the basic system cannot be easily accessed.
Mahou didn't even understand why the most secret thoughts would instantly jump to completely irrelevant and ridiculous concepts, and he had already lost the last chance to connect with the "Fuso Sacred Tree" system.
The follow-up attack of the black mist arrived, and countless cursed rays of light were thrown down like a shower, hitting him one after another, and also hit his mental level, drowning him in an instant.
Mahou wanted to struggle at first, but under the influence of the curse, his sense of coordination and balance had been completely destroyed. Any slightest exertion of force would cause a conflict with the next step of the movement, and would lead to unpredictable consequences. as a result of. His struggle became a fatal catalyst. In one breath, he fell into a nightmare of disorder from the inside to the outside, from his soul to his body.
Every muscle twitched and trembled, every nerve turned into a dancing snake, there was no logic at all. Even if he is close to the dry and hard earth, he will still enter a state of extreme excitement. He will subconsciously squirm and rise against the ground, and then tremble and lie on the ground, like an old dog reflecting on its past.
"Help me!" Mahou couldn't care less about anything else and tried to call for help. However, all he heard from his throat were meaningless grunts. He tried to project his thoughts to the internal communication network, but was also confused by the influx of distracting thoughts. Like porridge.
If this continues, Ma Hou suspects that his physical and spiritual structure may fall apart at any time. Before that, his will has already collapsed.
Suddenly, a "collapse" sound exploded in my ears.
Mahou had no idea where it came from, but then, the endless cursed light suddenly cut off, maybe... Mahou's perception had dropped to the lowest point since birth. He only vaguely felt that he was upside down and confused. The unbalanced and disordered state seemed to have eased. The fishy smell of saliva, plasma and earth around his face finally stimulated the corresponding senses, and of course there was a sticky feeling in the body.
Even without looking in the mirror, Ma Hou knew that his nose, tears and blood were all mixed with the dirt and rubbed on his face.
He subconsciously turned over, and he succeeded. The sunlight shone down, and the shadow that stretched across his body and soul and submerged him disappeared at some point, but then there were warm liquid droplets and burr-like broken feathers sprinkled on him. face, body.
As for this logical relationship, he was no longer able to think about it.
He was breathing heavily, but it was only then that he felt the torment in his internal organs. The strong nausea and the tail of the sense of loss worked together, and a stream of hot water spurted out from his throat and even his nostrils, like The fountain, but in essence, is the filth stored in the stomach. It sprays high, but in the blink of an eye it sprays all over the face.
"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
Mahou murmured and opened and closed his mouth, but dirt was poured back in. He screamed "ah" wildly, jumped up desperately, and in the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground again, vomiting all over the place.
"It's really unfortunate... are you okay?" Jingxin's concern came belatedly, but he did not show up. His real body was still thirty kilometers away, and he only sent greetings through the internal communication network.
Mahou was vomiting so much bile that he was in no mood to pay attention to him.
Jingxin also knew Mahou’s situation, and guessed that he probably didn’t know the changes that followed, so he gave a brief introduction: “Fat Dragon exploded the surveillance carrier, cast a spell with flesh and blood, and hit the black mist. That guy should be He was injured, but he ran away. The fat dragon is searching, but there is little hope."
"Hoo, ho..."
Mahou was still gasping for breath, and he didn't expect Feilong to avenge him. Likewise, he didn't expect Jingxin to come out and help him. It is only an action requirement for everyone to call themselves brothers; hiding their relationship with the Amaterasu Order is also an action requirement. They also know each other well, and they are both cold-hearted people. Even if Feilong came to the rescue before, he probably did it because he thought he could succeed. Under such a background, Mahou has no need to be resentful... Damn it!
When he sees someone now, he wants to quarrel, but all around him is desolate red land. In fact, he has indeed quarreled in this wasteland. There are shallow pits on the ground now, and his crotch is also wet and uncomfortable...
What a nightmare!
"Fuck! Fuck, suck!"
The horse and monkey hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly.
If you are a particularly respectable person, you may have to wipe your neck at this time. It's not like that for horses and monkeys, but when I think about the scene just now, I can't help but feel stars in my eyes and my internal organs burning.
He couldn't understand or accept - when did that guy from Black Mist, that coward who only knew how to hide people behind his back, become so terrifying!
It is also a curse-like attack method, which completely obliterates balance and coordination from the physical and spiritual structure and spiritual level. It is impossible to prevent and avoid.
If Feilong hadn't taken action just now, Mahou would definitely die, and the power that killed him in the end probably originated from himself.
Anger, shame, doubt and fear, the negative emotions were surging layer by layer, still consuming Mahou's energy and strength, leaving him with no idea of getting up.
At this time, Jingxin urged him: "Are you feeling better? If so, get up and work."
"You fucking die!"
Jingxin wasn't angry either: "You were beaten to the point of peeing again by Heiwu again? Okay, let's be serious, go and take a look at the place where Heiwu was before."
"What are you looking at?"
"Do you still remember the speculation of the Horned Demon? So far, Fat Dragon hasn't caught Black Mist, but that guy has been circling around and won't leave. This is completely inconsistent with his cowardly character. Maybe he really found out What's the matter? Don't look at him who is hiding nearby. Once you uncover what he is trying to hide, he will be able to jump as high as anyone!"
Mahou's face twitched. No matter what his mood was, these words were indeed heard in his ears.
Jing Xin struck while the iron was hot: "It's not appropriate for me to come forward. It would be ideal for your enemy to go there. Don't worry, I, and Fei Long, will protect you."
"Is it up to you to take care of it?"
Mahou made a sound, spit out the remaining dirt in his mouth, took off his clothes directly, revealing his lean torso, wiped his face with the corner of his barely clean clothes, gritted his teeth, and headed towards the target area more than ten kilometers away. Go.
After all, he is a B-level strongman, and he is a type with a relatively balanced development of the mental side and the physical side. It is really miserable when he loses his coordination, which means he has lost his biggest advantage. From this perspective, the black mist is indeed a powerful weapon for him. There is a certain degree of restraint.
But when he came back to his senses, the speed of his recovery was quite astonishing. It was still dragging along muddy steps ahead, which was difficult and heavy. After adapting to the one-kilometer journey, the speed quickly increased, and soon I regained my speed and agility. In addition to the sourness and smell all over my body, I couldn't evaporate for a while. Apart from the obvious stain on the crotch area, he is also a good man.
And during this process, Jingxin also sent an olive branch... ah no, it was the "branch" of the Fusang sacred tree.
That guy learned the lesson from the horse monkey, completed the prayer early, established a connection with the "Fuso Sacred Tree" in the Yuan District, received the power and assimilated with it, and then connected with the horse monkey, sharing part of his perception. It can also rely on the power of the "Fuso Sacred Tree" to help the horse and monkey gradually stabilize their emotions, and the auxiliary techniques are used very well.
There were still two or three kilometers away from the target area, Jingxin suddenly said:
"Something weird."
"Black mist?" Mahou's hair was about to explode.
"No, it's the feeling here. It's very different from other places. It seems to have been interfered by some kind of power. There are residual traces... The Horned Demon is indeed a psychic! Well, the black mist is not bad either, really Let him discover the problem." Jingxin became a little excited.
Mahou finally jumped out of the shadow of the black fog and thought of the most important task they came here today: "Is this the entrance to the laboratory?"
"Well, it's too early to draw conclusions now. Further observation is needed, but the possibility is very high!" Jingxin analyzed Heiwu's behavior by the way, "That guy Heiwu came for Luo Yuandao's laboratory, but he didn't want to I took the risk, but after passing through this place and seeing the clues, I gave up the idea of leaving and wanted to eat alone... This is very consistent with the idea of a treasure hunter, but not the idea of an inspector. Well, it is quite reliable."
Jing Xin praised her analysis and immediately contacted the Horned Demon: "Come over and have a look and see if you can correspond!"
In the blink of an eye, he said to Mahou again: "Be careful, the black mist may jump out at any time."
But this time, Jingxin’s judgment was wrong. The black mist did not appear again. It seemed that he no longer cared about this place. Or maybe he had suffered serious injuries that were difficult to heal in the previous fight with Feilong...
Feilong, whose pursuit failed, couldn't make a judgment. He had completely lost the black mist.
Jingxin analyzed again: "Maybe it's fear. The relationship between Fei Long and you will probably be exposed, and your identity can't be hidden. But fortunately, everyone knows that he doesn't like to use his brain. It's normal to have someone as his secretary, but Your secretary is not very competent."
"I'm going to kill him!"
This "he" is naturally specific. The horse and monkey couldn't wait for the black fog, and the bad mood returned again. They paced back and forth on the red earth where they couldn't see any difference, feeling extremely irritable. The steps became heavier and heavier, and finally I couldn't help but stomp hard, venting wildly.
One leg, two legs, three legs...
There was a muffled sound of "empty", and the red soil under his feet suddenly loosened and sank. Before Mahou could stabilize his balance, there was another long "chi" sound, and hot steam spurted out, although it would not hurt the B-level strongman. Even though he was a monkey, he was still startled. He instinctively shrank his crotch and jumped back.
"what?"
In the area where he had stomped to vent, the collapsing red soil and the incoming water mixed together to form a rolling mud.
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