Chapter 1775 is back, everyone is back
Every minute and every second on the third line is tormenting, torturing and even soul-destroying for Master Wang, especially when the bastard standing opposite him forces him to go between work and work. I chose the manure pit, and there were countless alien beasts of high and low levels gathered around the mound, just like they were being thrown away by the warp storm. For the human slaves who came down, the endless pains and blows to the flesh will undoubtedly make the nerves become numb, swollen and mechanical, not to mention that the guy opposite is a guy who doesn't know how to tell jokes to adjust his life. He alone The side effects of one painful hand-stripping link would be enough to put a dozen normal people to rest in place.
"Damn. It's so fucking annoying."
At this moment, even the semi-physical evil energy chain that he spent 100 million to realize is no longer crazy and cool. The clanking sound will make Master Wang upset and irritable.
The domain power of the Silver Ridge behemoth cannot annihilate so many high-level and low-energy quasi-domain-level alienated beings at the same time, but the layer-by-layer debuff that makes you have to light up a cigarette when the Lord of Hell comes is just enough to ensure that they cannot return to being out of reach. At such a high altitude, as the saying goes, a phoenix that falls on the plains and is bullied by dogs and loses its hair is not as good as a chicken. No matter how cool the start of the battle is, it still returns to the field where a magician who wants to remain anonymous and is unwilling to admit this is best at.
Everyone laughs at the cesspit, everyone is in the cesspool, and the essence of the world is still a big cesspit after all.
The tide of alienation is coming fiercely, but at this moment, in this world, the Shithole Round Table Council is no longer able to create seats just by relying on numbers. As soon as the intensity of the war rises to the level of a fight between gods, they will be the first to be eliminated. The huge empty island has directly become a bottomless pit that swallows life. No matter how the tide of alienation surges, it remains calm.
The empty island was safe and sound under the coordinated output frequency of thousands of Five Gouzi and Chidi Qianli, but it was quickly transformed into a desert under the impact of the alienation tide. The piles of mummy bones turned into a gray and dirty mess under the ravage of both sides. dirty The powder settled and compacted. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a crushing of bones and ashes. The Five Gouzi Demon Mountain Master, the Twin Tyrants and the Constructed Dolls no longer blocked the entry of other people. In other words, they were simply ignoring them and instead focused on surrounding them. Quasi-domain level.
There are constantly quasi-domain-level alienated beings being pulled down from the sky island by various domain force field debuffs, or emerging from some nook and cranny to join the battlefield vigorously. Heroes from all walks of life are here to participate in the grand event, and they are often dozens or hundreds of meters away. The huge body is no longer even worthy of being described as huge. It can only be said to be normal. The black and white plague clouds layered up and down are so dense that they are almost bordering. The entire sky island seems to be in chaos. Not only is the sight range reduced to the point where even the walking corpses are The situation is unbearable even for strange beasts, and it is not a kind of torture for other methods of perception.
The ghostly figures whizzed past in the clouds of plague, emitting heart-warming shrill laughter and cries, making it difficult to distinguish between real and fake. It was even as if one could directly smell the stench and fishy body odor on their bodies. The twisted and entangled power of the three phases was in black and white. A blurry human shape appears in the two colors, with scarlet eyes like blood, a rickety and shriveled body, and the ends of the tattered, bandage-like strands are often tied to a quasi-domain-level alienated life, which cannot escape and is struggling to death.
At that time, the burning of Isolaye, which was as spectacular as the sky and the earth, often could only transmit a faint scarlet color and a low buzzing sound among the chaotic layers of energy fields, buffs, clouds of plague, and evil fire. The evil beasts hiding in the shadows are always looking for opportunities to harvest lives.
"Feel the pain!"
Lao Wang's speed of changing his face has always been unrivaled by his peers. A few minutes ago, he was still frowning. When he found that the familiar smell of a good battle had returned, he immediately started shouting with vigor and vigor - as the saying goes, you may not be able to solve the problem. But the sound of turning the film must be loud. As a leek who has been fishing in troubled waters under the eyes of capitalists all year round, even if he is acting, he must act more decently than ordinary people.
The rusty chains shot out in all directions with him as the center. The evil fire lit up the strange runes on the chains inch by inch. Amidst the painful wails of the giant beasts, life energy and power continued to flow through the chains. Feed yourself back.
You know, this is all high-quality "pain" stripped from the depths of the quasi-behemoth soul. Hundreds of thousands of chains are attached to the body. Lao Wang has swelled several times without transforming, and his waist His bones were like a millstone and his eyes were like a copper bell, his bones were crackling, and he was nearly three meters tall. Every inch of fat on his body showed a jagged, steel-like hard texture that only muscles could give.
Laowang's eyes were bloodshot, with a kind of delirious beauty, and he howled crazily: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it feels so damn good, waaagh!" Even his roars can convey substantive pain and suffering like a plague. Sickness, as well as all kinds of debuffs, energy fields, and domains that were like tarsal maggots were directly driven away from his body, leaving only pain, which was dust-free and difficult to invade.
Li Cang took out his ears and bared his teeth: "This scene is becoming more and more familiar. My son is quite the same as his father!"
kind.
Kindness could not be more kind.
When he was tortured by the bloody explosion, he had this style of painting. It was almost the same, and he was familiar with it.
"No, I have to think of an excuse to add more spices to him!" Li Cang seemed to have a calm and happy expression on his face, but behind his back he was muttering something bad, "emmm, if you can search for a crazy and violent one on the forum, Skill seeds like this are interesting, the best ones are those that use burning your own flesh and blood as a blessing catalyst.”
Buzz~
Dozens of foehn winds and more mirror image foehn winds gathered together like a sea of fire, causing ecological reactions.
The multiplier of Isoleye's Burning is closely related to Li Cang's six-dimensional attribute skill multiplier bonus. But now he is only affected by [Transcendent Saint] and [Qian Kun's Throw]. The multiplier increase of all attributes and skills has reached 60 and 600 respectively. times, not to mention the villains full of malice. The bandaged human figure formed by the liminal personality that can be shaped continuously seemed to have a vajra-eyed Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows for a moment, and the same kindness as Li Cang instantly enveloped Fen. A lucky one within the raging range of the wind zone.
Boom~
The obscure fluctuations erupted like a real volcano after a moment of dead silence. The earth shook and the heaven and earth lost their voices. Thirteen quasi-domain-level alienated beings were abruptly wiped out from Li Cang's three-phase anchor, without even screaming. Before a sound could be heard, the body was gone.
The only thing that Li Cang could directly test his results was a huge beast in the sky that he had no time to avoid.
Half of its body was still floating in the air intact, but it didn't struggle or heal itself. It just hit the ground upright and silently. When the collision occurred, its scales, flesh and blood splashed out in all directions like a stick of sticky liquid. , only half of the corpse was left smoking hot smoke in the pit.
Li Cang glanced at the time subconsciously and breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, today is almost over"
To others, this thing may be just a skill or a game of chance, but to Li Cang, the Foehn Explosion can actually be directly treated as a Yangshou crit in a sense, which is equivalent to clearing the air transport in place indefinitely. Trough, only the magician with a horoscope as hard as his spine is worthy of playing like this.