The body's mana was instantly drained. Facing an overly strong monster and another level-up challenge, Kemeng's shadow-grabbing hand was at a disadvantage and could only use mana to increase the pulling force.
After grabbing it, Kemeng pulled out a sticky shadow. The shadow was like sesame paste. There were dense impurities in the black sticky shadow.
After scanning it with spirituality, I found that those things were all dust, and the shadows and dust were stuck together, making it impossible to distinguish them from each other.
Every time Ke Meng pulled a little bit, the dust in his hands increased.
At this time, Kemen realized in hindsight that the shadow and dust had merged into one, turning into a very strange new monster.
This kind of monster is a bit like a shadow creature, but it is not a shadow creature. They are new items based on the evolution of shadow creatures.
"Immortal and unable to be eliminated?" Kemeng instantly used his knowledge of shadow creatures to interpret this new monster.
No, even shadow creatures can be destroyed, as long as they are purified with the power of light.
But can this kind of monster really be purified to death?
Kemen pulled while fantasizing.
Very quickly, with a snap, the third humanoid Dust took his arm and passed through Kemeng's abdomen in an instant without any regard for martial ethics.
At this time, the first two humanoid shadow dusts were finally pulled into the palms of Kemeng's hands.
The shadows mixed with dust gave it a sticky and dirty touch, which subconsciously created a feeling of disgust.
Ke Meng looked at the person behind him and forced the two shadows into the shadow of the third person.
Dust is a physical substance, and Kemeng's grasping hands were not directed at the dust. They were all implicated by the dust and fell to the ground.
Then something unexpected happened.
This person had LV999 level humanoid dust on his head. The corners of his mouth no longer turned up into a crooked war god, and his facial expression quickly turned into a bitter melon face.
Kemeng took medicine and watched the show.
Soon, the fourth humanoid dust passed through Kemeng's abdomen. Kemeng was not polite at all, and then used his shadow-grabbing hand to pull the opponent's shadow.
If anyone comes, he will pull one, and today he will come into contact with these curses.
The other humanoid dust could no longer care about Kemeng and could not follow behind him like a shadow. Kemeng concentrated on filling up all the mana and draining all the mana, and pulled the shadow of the humanoid dust on his abdomen to his body.
Then he flicked his hand with one hand, throwing the shadow onto the face of the third person.
"ah--"
The humanoid shadow screamed.
It was the sound of four people. It was a bit like Ke Meng's voice, but not like Ke Meng's voice.
By the way, the face of the humanoid shadow is the face of Kemon after he used the mask of the Faceless Man to disguise himself, and is not the face in the real world.
Ke Meng looked at the face that he had twisted with his own hands and was filled with pain, as if he was looking at his own mirror.
"Is it painful?" Kemon asked.
There is a fifth arm on the abdomen.
He looked down at the dusty arm on his abdomen, and there was nothing to say.
He followed the same pattern, tons and tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, and tons of medicine, blood volume and mana increased crazily, and the shadow grabber grabbed it forcefully, and then threw the shadow to the opponent.
The humanoid dust screamed again, and this time Kemeng heard the painful screams of five people.
His facial expression turned sharply, and he was sweating profusely. Every drop of sweat was a drop of dust and sweat made of thick waves of ink.
If it was just an expression of pain just now, now it is directly wearing a mask of pain, showing extreme pain.
Just this expression, put on the Internet, paired with a background music that sublimates despair, gives me the feeling of a mask of pain.
"You can suffer more, believe me." Kemon murmured.
Perhaps Kemon was a prophet, and the sixth relay member soon came to his belly.
"Your pain will get worse and worse. How many souls can one body hold?" Kemeng murmured in a low voice, but his palms became more and more skillful, dragging the shadow together with the dust to the palm of his hand, and then threw it to the other party.
"Ten? A hundred? A thousand?"
Ke Meng took a closer look, not panicking at all, and threw another shadow at the other party while speaking.
Each shadow represents a two-dimensional intelligent soul.
They are all level 999 max-level beings with many impurities in their souls. Every time one is filled, there is another complex personality. When it is full, they will fall into madness.
This madness is not the madness of a single soul, but collective madness, the song of despair and madness of hundreds of souls.
A few hours later.
"Do you know what one thousand minus seven equals?"
As Ke Meng spoke, another new shadow merged into the other person's body.
With a scream of ah, Kemeng heard nine hundred and ninety-three voices.
"It's a pity that I gave the wrong answer, so I'll have to do it again."
Ke Meng deliberately made a mistake, shook his head with regret, and waited patiently for the next shadow.
In the eyes of outsiders, there is nothing wrong with Kemeng's actions, and they may even admire him for daring to resist the curse.
This kind of curse can either be crushed and eliminated with hard force, or it can resist and wait for the bloody time to pass, or it can be cursed to death.
But even if you are cursed to death, it will follow you like a shadow after resurrection, and you will not lose the curse because of your death.
This is a super curse that hunts you to death and ignores any distance restrictions.
Ke Meng secretly speculated that the humanoid dust chasing him should be related to the distance he moved on the island in the sky.
Only by eradicating all the dust that cursed him can future troubles be eliminated.
After waiting for a few seconds, Kemeng didn't wait for the next human-shaped dust to stab him in the stomach, which made Kemeng startled.
"Has the bloody time passed?" Kemeng looked back behind him and waited for another ten seconds.
"It seems that the bloody time has passed." Kemeng looked back at the painful dust, and the person had disappeared.
It seems that the other party cannot move around during the cursed time and has been automatically moved back to the island in the sky.
After facing the curse and winning the battle, Kemeng felt relaxed and indescribable.
Leveling up too much would only make him numb, and the trouble caused by the humanoid dust really bothered him for a while.
Fortunately, this trouble was successfully resolved.
Immediately, Ke Meng's eyes focused on the dust particles on the ground, which were pure black and had many loose holes on the surface.
That was what was left behind when the humanoid dust shadow was transferred to another shadow, and was not brought back to the island in the sky.
Subconsciously, Kemon's spiritual perception thought it was good material.
Pick it up casually and put it into your space backpack.
He wouldn't know it until he picked it up, but he was shocked when he picked it up. He didn't expect it to be a shiny golden affix, legendary quality dust!
Name: "Dust of unknown function"
Function: "Unknown function, residents from Dust City."
Kemen held these materials. He didn't need to count them. The system had already counted them for him. The total number of dust carbon particles was 110,000.
"Maybe it can be put into the mysterious cooking pot as an ingredient." Kemeng did not forget the mysterious cooking pot.
The mysterious cooking pot can increase resistance. The higher the level of materials put into it, the higher the total resistance added by polishing the body will be.
Like a dark cooking pot, it has unlimited ingredients and is not picky, so transport-grade dust is a good material.
"Brother Dust is a treasure!" Kemeng thought this and had a clear idea.
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