Chapter 2020: Conferred Gods List (Please give me a monthly vote, please give me a monthly vote, please give me a monthly vote!)
Suddenly entering the MVP settlement screen, Li Cang was a little uncomfortable, but the villains didn't know what politeness was, so they rushed forward with a huff.
"You evil beast! How dare! Get out! Get out of here!"
As soon as the homologous channel was opened, a large number of dogs rushed out like wolves and tigers and began to sweep the battlefield. They were really like wolves and tigers. With the support of their old father, the big dogs and the two dogs who usually existed in the form of rations actually dared to The living fathers, such as the old man from the Demon Mountain and the bone sister, were pushed to give way.
There is still some kind of mixed force field energy between the bones of Ketuo, and the vitality is flowing endlessly, connecting all the scattered bones in an orderly manner like a string of beads. He is stubborn and refuses to really die, but the dog-leg obviously won't. If you care about this kind of thing, you will swarm it and attack it directly into the turtle louse.
The moment the turtle entered the homologous passage, the crystals under the bones piled up and shattered, and soon the debris was all over the floor. Lao Wang yelled loudly: "Li Cang, you are a dog! You just keep watching." I’m buried inside? You—”
The two of them suddenly froze, staring at each other.
"How many more years? How many fucking years have passed? Why is my skin so loose? Have I become such a bird?" Lao Wang tremblingly stretched out his hand and pulled at his face, as if pulling a strip of gluten: " Oh my god, why do I feel so weak? What’s going on? Damn it!”
Li Cang pondered for a moment and smacked his lips: "It takes fifteen minutes to get rid of the weight of a strong man who weighs more than 200 kilograms. Anyone who puts it on will be weak!"
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Lao Wang was shocked to see the part below his belly. Although his waistband was blocked by his hanging belly, at least the small bulge was still there, including his thighs, calves, and feet
Got it all!
one! answer! all! Complete!
Anyway, I don’t know what this guy heard. His legs went weak and he burped and fell to the sky: "What? I gave birth to a strong man weighing more than 200 pounds? What kind of curse is this?"
Full of power, furious and manic, at the same time, an indescribable weakness floated back and forth in Lao Wang's body, just like the state that had just retreated after a lethal dose of adrenaline surged. It was contradictory and fragmented, but it was real.
Li Cang narrowed his eyes: "Well, the curse of the wishbone~"
In the field of vision, the entire Kegaligos island chain and even the entire airspace are like thin layers on a painting paper, being forcibly pulled away from a central point from all directions, and the field of vision collapses into a A tiny point is like a mechanical gyroscope condensed by the surrounding light, and then expands infinitely.
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[Yangze Base Transportation Committee reminds you: there are tens of millions of tracks, safety is the first priority, travel on the island is not standardized, and relatives will cry]
【Ahem, just kidding.】
[This is the last official message from Zong Minghu, the former residence of Yangze, who has separated and returned to silence: In response to the order of his former residence, all non-essential personnel have been evacuated, the transfer of assets has been completed, the objects marked as "Feng Shen" are in the state of "returning to silence", the seal is operating normally, and the seal The introduction has been released, goodbye, my comrades and compatriots, although I have never eliminated an enemy, I have defended my great motherland and people]
[Don’t look back, go forward, there is light at the exit, don’t move, don’t touch, don’t take anything away, enter Yangze Guiji in the forum, and you will find the hidden entrance to his electronic epitaph]
[Then, goodbye and thank you for your efforts in completing the final seal of silence for Yangzawa]
[Wait a minute, remember to take your buddy’s ID with you when you go out. Zong Minghu, 2001~2028, died at the age of 119. Yes, we will use the age to engrave it on my tombstone. If someone comes to visit the tomb, please give me some savings. Jin little magazine~】
Li Cang weighed the polygonal crystal that contained information such as his identity and last words, and put it away. All the information faded from the mini prayer interface like a tide, as if it had never existed, along with the shriveled body standing in the dark void. Along with the living dead.
Behind where Zong Minghu stood, an illusory path gradually snaked out. At first, only two people were allowed to walk side by side. As Old King Li Cang's empty island approached, a light from nowhere lit up silently and slowly. A space with the same width as the sky island.
"This can't be it"
"Hmm"
Lao Wang hurriedly entered the four words "Yangze Guiji" into the forum search entrance. His eyes suddenly widened. A hidden independent forum interface that they had never seen before appeared. The huge plain Chinese text instead of the so-called The head of the divine text is particularly eye-catching: [Feng·Fengshen List]
"Time: 2028/07/15, at the end of the month of the Wushen year, when the month is Xin Chou and the day is Ji Chou, there will be evil in the east" "Location code: Yangze"
"Number of people in the event: 107126"
"Event Node: Divine Disorder, Conventional Conservative Methods Failed"
"The central figure of the incident: The Northern King of Wenwen (folklore) appears and appears as the four generals of the magic family with magic gifts (forty chapters of "The Romance of the Gods")"
"Status: single and still"
"Those who see it will be at peace, and the Dharma will not be passed down lightly."
After they read, the characters in the status column suddenly changed, and another line of small red words appeared: "Additional sealing in progress."
In front of the sky island, there is a person standing in the light on every path, with the same crystal suspended in front of him. The magnificent pan-island chain settlement area is half-hidden by the light and paths guided by more than 100,000 people. Outlined from the darkness.
The sky is dark and blurry, and the sun is an oppressive dark red. The Dyson sphere-like structure blocks it layer by layer, so that it looks more like a total solar eclipse-like ring. Sixteen illusory chains connect the island chain and the sky. The Locks of the Sky squeeze the blazing heat of the dazzling sun out of the sun's rings, flowing and turning into the splendor of chains and runes.
Li Cang frowned and waved.
The scoundrels spread out quietly like a tide and retrieved crystals one by one, which were the carriers that stored the identity information and last words of these one hundred and seventy-seven thousand one hundred and twenty-six people.
They are not dead, but they are not alive either.
Their life forms have been distorted and assimilated, integrated with Yangzawa, and become part of the entire seal, which cannot be peeled off.
Lao Wang chewed his teeth and played the role of Li Cang's mouth: "More than 100,000 people are buried alive in a place like this. Damn it!"
"There is no civilian left." Tai Xiaoyi said: "This base was completely evacuated before it was sealed. They are the only ones here."
"The so-called introduction is engraving and bearing weight?"
"Yeah."
"What a fool, look!"
A straight giant chain hangs down, transforming into thousands in mid-air. Countless rune chains that have not shrunk at all anchor countless weird and strange shapes in the central area. There are tens of thousands of them densely packed, and in the center, there are A figure that was almost as big as a mountain stood there.
The thick stone shell turned into dust and ashes covered up its original appearance, and only its outline was visible. The complex outline with multiple heads, arms, body, and facets made it look quite ferocious, almost losing its human form. With its feet on the island chain and the sky above its head, it was unknown. His body was thousands of miles long, and he had a posture of swallowing up the sky and the earth. He had a half-opened broken umbrella by his side, and a hanging chain passed through his heart and was broken into two sections, like a lion, a tiger, or a mink. The giant rat beast lay dead at his feet.
This is how fantasy manifests bloodline. It’s not that the Northern King of Heavenly Wen Zun has three heads and six arms. It’s not the so-called manifestation of difference. Just like many people don’t know whether the official history is correct or not, how wild the unofficial history is. Cultural inheritance and plagiarism. Rumors and fallacies, you think and I think, so much so that it is impossible to predict what kind of illusion, which version, or chimera multiple incarnations of the myths and legends of the alienated bloodline era will come out.
The statue in front of you can be called Northern King Duowenzun, you can call it the Four Generals of the Demon Family, Demonic Red, or you can call it Duowentian King Demonic Sea, but in the end and now, it is nothing, just different from the walking corpse. They are just the incarnation of disaster that is unique to the beast and insect tribe.
"Are you greedy?" Lao Wang reached out to fish out the head of a Western dragon, but his palm just passed through his body like fishing for the moon in the water, without even making the slightest ripple: "The ground is full of artifacts, treasures and top-quality materials. You can see it and eat it." No, Cangzi, what do you say?”
"I said, can you please stay away from death?"