"Miscellaneous fish, bastard fish!" Shimama kept yelling on the ground, asking Zhang Ming to stop spending time entangled with this white-haired monster.
Zhang Ming jumped onto a big tree, gasping for air, the veins on his forehead jumping wildly, and his whole soul was almost destroyed by the word "trash fish"!
He worked hard for so long and fought so fiercely, but he was just entangled with a miscellaneous fish?
Soon, Zhang Ming realized that what he was fighting was indeed a miscellaneous fish, because... several smaller white-haired monsters limped out of the valley!
The real owner... is still in the center of the valley!
"Ah woo!" Old White Turtle shouted loudly, his face a little solemn.
At the same time, he waved his forelegs and blinked his eyes.
It meant that Zhang Ming should quickly take Shimama to the center of the island to implement the plan. A group of turtles restrained the group of white-haired fish and protected him.
"It can only be the."
"Dong dong dong" footsteps sounded, and several larger turtles, under the command of Lao Bai, lowered their heads and launched another charge.
These giant turtles are huge and charge like a racing train.
There were several loud "booms", and the turtle shell several stories high hit the white-haired monster. Sparks flew everywhere, and yellow sand and dust-like spores flew up overwhelmingly, then fell down one after another, landing on the turtle shell. above.
Even if the white-haired monster is huge and powerful, it will be knocked over in a short while.
The old white turtle looked even more ferocious, and used his mind power to control the ten-ton wreckage of the plane, and smashed it viciously at the opponent.
There was a loud "pop", and the wreckage of the plane completely fell apart, with sparks flying everywhere.
"If you can't fight them, just run away to the sea! Don't fight them!"
Zhang Ming didn't know how long the turtles could hold on. With the cover of the giant turtle death squad, he quickly jumped down from the tree, picked up Shimama and rushed towards the center of the island!
With the wind and lightning, Zhang Ming ran at high speed, facing the roaring sea wind, and ran 10 kilometers in a blink of an eye, without even taking a breath.
The dense jungle was completely silent, as if it had transformed into a dead land in one night.
The only sounds that can be heard are breathing and the sound of the sea breeze.
The spore forest that originally occupied the inner ring of the island expanded rapidly, and even Zhang Ming's iron house was almost covered by this layer of spores.
A hot numbing feeling penetrated from the skin into the bone marrow, and more and more spores were parasitic on his skin. Zhang Ming could only use his "toxin resistance" at full capacity to resist the invasion of this numbing feeling.
In front of it is the mysterious valley with buildings hundreds of meters high. A bright red blood covers the surface of the building, showing the mental fluctuation of "escape". That is the great sage of the Flame Horn Clan, leaving behind in his life the last traces of.
The densely packed bacterial colonies smelled of strangers and squirmed slowly, as if the flowers of the other shore were in full bloom, confusing people's minds.
In the past disasters, countless Flaming Horns rushed into this mushroom forest and turned into blood essence.
"My meat must be delicious."
"It's better to just eat myself!"
The obscure and condensed murmurs were like bloodthirsty leeches, eroding Zhang Ming's mind.
But the moment these distracting thoughts arose, a series of silver flashes "rumbling" dispersed all kinds of messy thoughts.
"No wonder lightning control is a spiritual ability...it can really affect the spirit..."
Zhang Ming came back to his senses and shook his head heavily.
"What will we do when we get to that valley? Will I throw you there?"
"&@@￥...&#...#?" Shimama said a complicated spiritual language.
The general meaning is: (These things were formed by being contaminated by evil thoughts after Xuanwu died.)
(As long as you enter the building and place it on the "small tree", the task is completed.)
"Polluted by evil thoughts..."
Zhang Ming took a deep breath and swiped the ice spear forward lightly. A large colony of bacteria was cut off in half. The fishy juice and the silver-white electric current flew together, mixing with a burning smell.
Occasionally, there are some skeletons that look like the corpses of the Flaming Horns, struggling out of the soil and trying to eat people.
But they had been dead for a long time, and their bones were brittle. Even if they were contaminated by Xuanwu's evil thoughts, they would not be able to do anything. They were cut in half by Zhang Ming's spear.
Heading into the mushroom forest, the crooked trees, various bacterial colonies, and the smelly and rotten little monsters almost overwhelmed him. The whole scene had a sense of dense fear, one against ten thousand.
The closer Zhang Ming got to that big building, the more Zhang Ming felt like he was losing his energy.
If it weren't for the sound of thunder in his mind from time to time, Zhang Ming would have gone crazy and collapsed in this obscure and dark canyon.
"Shimama, that tree...are you sure that tree is inside?"
Shimama recited a strange spiritual language, which seemed to be reciting the sorrowful exclamation of a certain Flaming Horn man before his death.
(They can’t take it away! They can only steal the origin of the world. How could they take away the entire world?!)
(The land beneath our feet is our world... Why have we believed for so long?)
The eternal history echoed in Zhang Ming's ears.
"I can't control that much. Once I see that tree, I have to run away as soon as I throw you away!"
"I really... can't hold it any longer!"
The hallucinations in his mind became more and more intense, as if there were pale and invisible palms growing out of the ground, grabbing at Zhang Ming's clothes.
Even though he knew these were mental hallucinations, he still had the fire and lightning in his heart to dispel the hallucinations.
But there are too many ants to kill the elephant, and there are too many colonies.
What's more, he doesn't have the size of an elephant. He is just an ordinary human being who has just broken through the "human limit"...
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Ming finally used his spear to cut a bloody path in the spore jungle, and came to the giant building with blood almost boiling.
[Spirit: 455/1061] (Kill, kill, kill, the terrifying Ape erectus is furious when faced with unimaginably powerful enemies! Kill them all!)
Zhang Ming did not lose his mind, he just gritted his teeth and bravely pushed open the thick and simple bronze door.
A thick layer of dust came towards him, and he seemed to have witnessed the long history, thousands of years, as if in an instant, the village became a country, the clay became stone slabs, and the civilization became dust.
The strange thing is that there is no mountain of corpses and sea of fire as expected in the hall, nor are there any strange creatures such as flesh ball tentacles.
On the contrary, it looked very clean, with no corpses at all.
Not even a single mushroom spore!
Zhang Ming swallowed. The more abnormal the situation, the more it showed that this place was extremely dangerous.
"Extraordinary eyesight!"
His eyes glowed slightly, greatly improving his perception.
In the very center of the hall, about fifty meters away, there is a small, sickly tree. It is indeed withered, but it stands tall and exudes a weak sense of intimacy.
This weird sense of contradiction has been seen before in Shimama's spiritual fantasy world.
The Yanjiao people called it the "source of the world", and Zhang Ming thought it might be something like Gaia's consciousness, but it was called by a different name.
But then, Zhang Ming's eyes suddenly widened because he discovered...
He is blind!
A coldness as cold as ink enveloped him!
The darkness was so dense that even though the sun was still hanging in the sky, he couldn't see his fingers in the blink of an eye. Even if he used his "extraordinary vision", he couldn't penetrate this deep darkness.
Although "extraordinary vision" has not been merged into an innate ability, it is still one of the superpowers, and now it has completely lost its effect.
In this situation, no matter how courageous Lao Zhang was, he still had a thick layer of goosebumps all over his body.
Then, Zhang Ming discovered that he had lost control of his body, as if something was holding down his shoulders.
Cold force came from his back and he couldn't move.
"The greater possibility is that I suffered a mental attack and my vision was forcibly deprived. This should be an illusion." Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and tried hard to make himself angry.
The lightning in my mind flashed crazily.
Finally, Lao Zhang recalled the most irritating thing, with veins popping on his forehead, and he yelled: "Why the hell hasn't the rescue team come yet! You idiot!"
The silver-white thunder light turned into purple-gold color at this moment!
There was a soft "boom" sound, and the darkness in front of him was penetrated by purple lightning.
Zhang Ming regained control of his body, took a step back, and exited the ancient bronze door. He breathed heavily and sweat dropped from his forehead.
The power levels of the two sides were so different that he didn't even know where the enemy was.
However, this powerful existence is devouring another thing and cannot escape temporarily.
Otherwise, he would have died in the attack just now.
"Hey, Shimama, is it that little tree, the one directly opposite the door?"
Zhang Ming felt that the invisible malice was staring at him, and he did not dare to use his "extraordinary vision" again.
The black stone in his hand was heating up, seeming to be accumulating violent energy.
"Hey, Shimama, please reply... I can't bear the pressure here. If I stay here any longer, I will die."
"I'll just throw you over and that'll be it, right?"
Shimama shook slightly and seemed to agree.
Zhang Ming took a deep breath, concentrated all his attention, and gently threw it in the direction of the small tree.
The black stone drew an arc and fell near the small tree with a "clack".
Zhang Ming heard the stone rolling again, and the sound was very clear.
"I'm leaving, it's up to you."
He didn't dare to look inside, so he took a few steps back and exited the huge building.
Then, Zhang Ming heard a spiritual language that was so majestic and vast that it was unimaginable, and he made an announcement in all directions!
"The North Pole, Xuanwu, has a lifespan of 1,210,431 years, and is destined to the Xuanwu Breathing Technique. He was worshiped by the Yanjiao clan thousands of years ago. Now that his life has expired, he wants to play with the sky and prove the gods. Realm!"
(End of chapter)
