Two or three things in the copy

With a flick of the hand, the crystallization was shaken off, and another handful was scooped up.

Looking at the two clouds of smoke in his hand and another cloud of smoke appearing inside the stone, he was even more frightened.

"I don't believe it anymore. You can still become a perpetual motion machine."

As Wu Mingkong said, two arms grew directly from under his ribs, just holding the corpse in one hand, and constantly scooping up clouds and smoke with the other, switching hands from time to time to deal with the crystallization.

Then he turned his gaze to the rotting corpse, and just looking at it, the maggots all over the rotting corpse began to wriggle non-stop. Judging from the treatment of the stone, it seems that what he will experience next should be similar.

Wu Mingkong immediately grabbed all the maggots with his hands, and then a big wave of water rushed down, washing away the rotten flesh and blood.

"Originally, I just wanted to study carefully, but all of you toasted and refused to eat fine wine, so you insisted on making me violent." Wu Mingkong washed the rotting corpse into a skeleton with water.

It's just that from time to time, rotten flesh and blood still grow out of thin air from the skeleton, constantly filling up the corrosion that only leaves the skeleton.

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but grinned grimly: "Look at what I found, a smaller infinite energy source, I hope you can really regenerate infinitely."

Then he directly took out a miniature incinerator, and threw the carrion corpses together with the maggots and carrion that fell on the ground. After the process of igniting and closing the door, a slight flame came out from the miniature incinerator.

Not long after, the sound of wriggling maggots being burned by the flames could be heard, which sounded very crisp.

This fire is not an ordinary fire, but a flame transformed by Wu Mingkong's mana. The quality of the firewood is good, so the fire used must naturally keep up with it.

Wu Mingkong was very satisfied with the heat energy emitted from the incinerator, and even planned to add a steam engine to boil water.

Wu Mingkong really couldn't figure out these three things, but if he really let them go, he wouldn't be reconciled, wouldn't they be cheaper.

"As for you? Let's go in together." Wu Mingkong conveniently threw the little black tree into the incinerator.

Death is definitely impossible, Wu Mingkong can be sure, the heart of the tree is not dead, and it has healed, so how could it be possible to die after going in and burning it for a while.

The only embarrassing thing is that this cloud has taken a lot, and it has been glued into a big lump.

And it's still useless, and because of this big lump, a large piece of crystallized on the ground, and even the air has obvious crystallization.

But the stone still produced crystals in an endless stream, Wu Mingkong was so angry that he threw the stone together with a big cloud of smoke into the incinerator again.

If you want to crystallize the flame transformed by Wu Mingkong's mana, then you have to see if you have the ability.

But judging from the sound of burning, it seems to be there, but the flame has just been burned into fuel after crystallization, which is simply double the happiness.

Wu Mingkong glanced at the incinerator, and felt that the image was not very good, so he started to pinch this thing into a lantern shape, but it was a little bigger. Fortunately, this thing was an incarnation derived from his impermanence, otherwise It is specified that Wu Mingkong can't handle playing like this.

The slightly glowing lantern looked dazzling at night, but it was hard to see what was burning inside.

"Blind people turn on the lamp--it's superfluous."

Holding the lantern, Wu Mingkong couldn't help complaining about himself.

Since the principle of these three things cannot be researched, it proves that the current value of these three things cannot be squeezed, and they can only be thrown into them as fuel.

But Wu Mingkong did not give up. Since three are not enough, then find a few more, thirty, three hundred, three thousand or even thirty thousand.

If the lantern can't hold Wu Mingkong, he can use a large incinerator. If it doesn't work, the entire Floating Void City will be dedicated to burning these things.

It's a pity not to use it as fuel for regeneration like a bug. If it wasn't for the bad taste, Wu Mingkong would have prepared to use it as unlimited rations.

Now that these things are lucky, they not only smell bad, but also taste bad, so they escaped being used as fuel by Wu Mingkong.

It's just that the conversion efficiency in the middle is a bit worse than being eaten by Wu Mingkong's Guixu, but Wu Mingkong doesn't care about such a little loss. After all, this thing is not bad, and it can't bear the smell of Guixu.

But I don't know why, but I can't smell it in reality, probably it is acting on the spiritual level.

Holding the lantern, Wu Mingkong chose a random direction and set off. Judging from the density of these three things, Wu Mingkong felt that the outside must be flooded.

Maybe you can meet two after walking three steps, so what is Wu Mingkong worried about? Those who can study will go to the operating table, and those who can't study will be stuffed in the lantern as fuel.

It's just that the people, ghosts, and demons outside are probably going to have a hard time. To Wu Mingkong, these things are weaker than tickling, but to other species, they are more terrible than natural disasters.

Whether it's corrosion, sapling growth, or even crystallization, once it touches it, it's basically impossible to die or suffer five labors and seven injuries.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 330 Weird Tales (Thirteen)

"It's already this time, I've already eaten lunch, and the sun is gone, so you don't plan to go to work?"

Wu Mingkong walked with a lantern in his hand, looking at the world where there were only dots of shining stars in the dark sky, and Wu Mingkong also found that the number of these stars was decreasing.

At the beginning, one or two Wu Mingkongs were missing, but the number suddenly increased, and a large number of them disappeared.

This gave Wu Mingkong a bad feeling.

Along the way, he had stuffed five more strange things into the lantern. They could be used for anything anyway, from combs to gold bricks, from dead beetles to silt.

But none of these strange things will have a weird domain ability, such as silt will make the internal organs breed silt, a comb will make scratches on people's body for no reason, and as time goes by, the scratches will gradually deepen, etc. A range of wacky range abilities.

Wu Mingkong still doesn't know these principles, as if they should exist without any principles.

Now the lantern Wu Mingkong is carrying is already a natural disaster for walking, and eight grotesque domains are always shrouded in the center of the lantern in Wu Mingkong's hand, with a radius of nearly one mile.

But Wu Mingkong doesn't care, he ignores these abilities, and he can even eat a wave, although the taste is not very good, but it will pass after a little patience.

These eight strange things are also very honest in the lantern, very honest as fuel.

"This won't work. I'm like a stack of murder books. An ordinary person can't get close to it. It's stacked up to eight layers. Doesn't it mean who comes and who dies?"

Wu Mingkong felt a little embarrassed, so let's put it somewhere, he was afraid that when he went back to get it, all the eight things would go away.

Regardless of the fact that these eight things look dead, Wu Mingkong can be sure that as long as they get away from him, they will immediately show their hideousness.

"These things were all summoned? I saw the little black tree come down with my own eyes. How did the stones and carrion come here? I don't remember that these things have rituals?"

"My moon worship ceremony? Not quite right."

Wu Mingkong was a little puzzled. Wu Mingkong didn't know about the five things he picked up later, but the little black tree was much worse than the stone and the carrion.

"Unless the stone and the carrion itself exist."

He immediately thought of Nanqishan Yaofu and Heishan Yinyu.

It is very likely that these two things themselves were suppressed, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the fox crystallized and the ghost king gave birth to maggots in the first place.

There is a clear distinction between the two, and Wu Mingkong didn't notice it at first, but now that he thinks about it, maybe it's because of this reason.

"If this is the conjecture, then the theory that the Black Mountain Ghost King and Grandma Fox somehow opened up the Underworld and the Demon Mansion is likely to be true."

"It wasn't they who developed it, but it was developed by suppressing these things, and these suppressed things are related to them."

That's right, Wu Mingkong couldn't explain why they opened up the underworld of the Yaofu, it can only be said that it was destined.

"In this way, the underworld of the demon mansion in the world, and maybe even the blessed land of the human race, are in the same situation."

How many demon mansions, underworlds, and blessed lands are there in the world?

Wu Mingkong didn't know either, but from the memories of Grandma Fox, Black Mountain Old Demon and Luo Qiu, there were countless.

No one has counted this. Not everyone is alive like Grandma Fox or the Black Mountain Ghost King, and some people are cautious and unaware.

There are quite a few people in this group, and most of them follow the principle of not revealing their wealth.

"Little brother, where are you going?" An old voice sounded from not far away.

An old man suddenly appeared in front of Wu Mingkong.

"Walking." Wu Mingkong looked at the old man in front of him curiously, and then smiled strangely.

The appearance of Wu Mingkong's smile made the old man a little creepy, but he glanced at the lantern in Wu Mingkong's hand greedily and then said: "It's getting late, or go home with the old man to have some hot tea."

"Success, but don't run away." After Wu Mingkong finished speaking, he disappeared.

The expression on the old man's face changed, and his whole body collapsed.

"Why are you running? It's rare to meet someone who can only talk." Wu Mingkong put one hand on the shoulder of an old man covered in corpse spots.

The old man struggled, but did not break free.

Then he directly abandoned the shoulder that was draped by Wu Mingkong, and ran forward in a strange posture.

Wu Mingkong held the shoulder without haste, and appeared behind the old man in an instant, grabbed the opponent's leg with one hand, and directly caused the opponent to fall into the mud.

"By the way, what is the reason why you can talk? Why do I catch all the dead ones?" In order to prevent this thing from escaping again, Wu Mingkong crippled the other party's limbs while raising the knife and hanging him up. .

"Is it because you are able to parasitize?" Wu Mingkong saw at a glance that the old man was just a shell, but the real existence was the corpse spots on the old man.

But now, no matter how Wu Mingkong asked, he refused to speak.

Wu Mingkong tried to read the other party's memory or search for the soul, but after trying, he didn't get anything, but there was no goal at all, as if Wu Mingkong was facing a stone without any thinking and memory.

This matter is a bit embarrassing, they are simply a bunch of bastards who got out of their shells.

"Don't you want to say it? Or can't you say it?" Wu Mingkong was a little curious. What are these things?

Is there something even more wonderful behind it?

During this period, no matter how Wu Mingkong asked, the newcomer refused to open his mouth. Wu Mingkong only knew that the eight items in his lantern seemed to be very attractive to this thing.

Maybe it was because he wanted to eat it, or he had other thoughts, Wu Mingkong didn't know about it.

"Forget it, since you don't want to say it, let's go in together, I hope you can be regenerated." Wu Mingkong was a little helpless, why everyone was so stubborn.

In this regard, Wu Mingkong could only stuff the thing into the lantern, and he hadn't forgotten to be thrown in together by his bald limbs.

Although the thing looks like a person, in fact, the real body is not big, and it is more of a host.

Once inside the lantern, the host was burned instantly, leaving only strange corpse spots.

"It can be regenerated, it is a good thing."

Wu Mingkong looked helplessly at the lantern in his hand, which was another layer of murder book.

Perhaps if it is added up again, there will be no people or animals within a radius of one mile, and the vegetation will die.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 331 Weird Tales (XIV)

"Luo Qiu, how did you get here?" Hu Meier lay on the hidden cliff with Luo Qiu in some doubts, looking at the group of Youhuo Cultists in black robes at the foot of the mountain.

"I'm lucky. I found this path on the side when I was looking for wild food. It looks like it's been deserted for a long time. Even woodcutters and hunters don't leave. I guess it's because it's not easy to walk." Luo Qiu's expression didn't look good. Well, because of the sequelae caused by Wu Mingkong's wave after wave of nuclear peace.

Fortunately, he had the Sanjing Talisman he had prepared back then. He and Hu Meier took a dozen photos in a row, and then the nuclear radiation in the body was purified. However, they still suffered a lot of damage and are now recovering.

"What are they doing?" Hu Meier was a little puzzled.

"The old ghost of the six days, they are offering sacrifices to the old ghost of the six days." A trace of doubt flashed in Luo Qiu's eyes. He had seen the ceremony of the sacrifice from the classics of the sect, but he was a little puzzled. There really was a ghost of the six days. ?

"Six days old ghost? What is it?" Hu Meier is not someone from an orthodox sect like Luo Qiu, she is just a little mountain demon. If she hadn't met Luo Qiu, she would probably be on the road to eat with blood now. Days to live.

"Cthulhu, an obscene priest who sacrifices blood and blood. It turns out that this blessed land of Youhuo has always enshrined an old ghost from the Six Heavens."

Hu Meier was a little puzzled. Since they all lived on blood food, is there any difference between these six-day old ghosts and ghosts and ghosts that follow the blood food way?

Aren't they all the same?

A group of Youhuo Cultists fed the living people one by one into the yellowish copper-green mucus with green flames growing in the center of the altar.

Once a living person touches it, it will be directly absorbed by it, and the slime and flames will be filled immediately.

As the living people were fed in one by one, the slime and flames grew bigger and bigger.

After the Youhuo Cultists finished feeding the living people, they danced a weird dance at the same time.

Hu Meier and Luo Qiu couldn't help feeling chills when they saw this weird dance. It was impossible for a human to perform such a weird posture.

So the two of them know that these Youhuo Cultists are definitely not human beings, and they have become extremely terrifying just like the group of Youhuo Cultists who chased and killed them before.

"Whether it is a human, a demon, or a ghost, once it gets in contact with the old ghost of the six days, it will turn into this disgusting appearance, and even lose itself physically and mentally, and become the appearance of the old ghost of the six days." Luo Qiu said The explanation gave Hu Meier a certain understanding.

"According to the ancient records of the Zongmen, among the six old ghosts, there is a tall and ten thousand-zhang ghost, whose surname is the emperor of all ghosts, and is the master of the six ghosts. It’s very likely that it’s true.”

"Really? No way, it's in the sky." Hu Meier was a little puzzled: "Wait, could it be the moon, there will be no moon tonight."

"It's not just the moon, you haven't noticed that it's already past noon. Not only is the moon gone, but the sun is gone too." Luo Qiu was a little serious.

"Then what can I do... Luo Qiu, look at it." Hu Meier originally wanted to ask if there was any way to get rid of these so-called six-day old ghosts, but suddenly discovered that the priests below had changed.

"Youhuo Paradise, how is this possible?"

The two were very surprised. They never expected that the blessed land of Youhuo would appear here. Whether it is the blessed land, the Yin domain, or even the demon mansion, once it lands, unless the entire Nanqi Mountain is directly dug away like Wu Mingkong, Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to move.