Martial God

A loud noise burst in the sand, and the results of this time are very different from the previous ones.

The silver-white monster that was stabbed in the gun was not cleaned by the power inside, but like the golden monster in the cave, the whole body burst completely, and the broken meat was splashed with green blood. The surrounding yellow sand has been hit by countless holes. The scorpion dragon glimpsed a little, and then he was overjoyed and said: "He brother, you have succeeded."

He Yiming laughed loudly, his heart filled with joy. This success has a very important meaning for him.

One of the most beneficial things for him should be the bright force that was sealed in the rifle.

Slowly converge on the laughter, He Yiming half closed his eyes, and the thought sank into Dantian, even in this. The place began to realize the magical power of the false gods.

This power is indeed somewhat different from the light power that he controls. This is a level difference, not a quantitative difference.

Although both kinds of light power belong to the same power system, one is paper and the other is coal. The same volume and the heat and heat that can be released after ignition are absolutely different.

Within his dantian, the light power of the pseudo-deity is being broken down in a bit by bit. This method is quite fast, just about a quarter of an hour, it has completely decomposed all the power of the false gods in a rifle.

Vaguely, He Yiming seems to be one step closer to controlling his own power, but this is only a rather subtle feeling, and he can't say a specific thing.

After all, if you analyze it casually, you can master the power of the pseudo-deity. This is really too.

With his arms open, He Yiming seems to want to hug the world, and he has a fierce shout. The whistling sound echoed in the open sand, and the stronger it appeared in the whistling wind.

Slowly, my heart calmed down, and He Yiming’s eyes flashed, and he immediately made up his mind. It is necessary to collect as much as possible the light power of the pseudo-divine and store it, and then analyze and understand it a little bit later.

He has such a feeling. This bright force belonging to the pseudo-deity is definitely a guiding light in his future martial arts practice. In contrast, the power of light and darkness is instilled. The effect of improving the overall power of the sniper is secondary.

However, Xunzi Long will never think so, his face is full of joy.

After experiencing the combat effects of these two types of rifle guns, he deeply understood how great it would be to upgrade the sniper rifle in the hands of everyone.

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After He Yiming’s long whistle, Zhai Zilong immediately asked with concern: “He brother, how much can you convert?”

He Yiming hesitated a moment and said: "Since the method has been found, how many can be converted?

The scorpion dragon's eyebrows are slightly moving, and the whole face is full of brilliance.

He plucked the bracelet and waved it gently. In front of them, there was a row of neatly arranged rifles.

The eight thousand guns don't actually occupy much, especially when they are well organized.

He Yiming's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

With so many rifles, if you can absorb all the light inside, it will have greater benefits for his future progress.

However, if he does not have the chaotic dantian, he will not be able to store the bright power of the false gods. Not to mention anything to understand this power.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of rifles have emerged, and under the control of He Yiming’s power, their tails flew toward He Yiming and were firmly attached to his conductor. .

At this time, He Yiming's body is like a big funnel, and it is absorbing the power inside the hundreds of guns with the light and real light. The so-called one-time life, two times cooked. When He Yiming mastered the power of the fusion of reality and reality, the degree of guiding the power of light was even faster.

After a while, all the light powers disappeared, and the inside of the gun became empty and there was no power. In this mysterious, hundreds of light and dark forces rushed out, they replaced the original position of pure light power, occupying the entire rifle.

Just a quarter of an hour. The hundreds of mutated rifles have been completely converted.

The scorpion dragon on the side looked stunned. In his memory, even the bright and powerful person of the pseudo-deity could not achieve this level. Is He Yiming’s understanding of the martial arts still on the old man who has been indulging in the power of light for the rest of his life?

However, he did not know that this golden mouthpiece contained two different forces of light and darkness. If it is simply instilling one of these forces, it is naturally more difficult. But if you instill the power of light and darkness, it is a breeze.

However, in this world, it is possible to melt the power of light and darkness, and only He Yiming, one person. So only he only made this secret.

A quarter of an hour succeeded in transforming the Hundred Hearts to occupy the gun. He Ming is quite satisfied with the effect of a thousand sobs. Of course, the most full of Kaiwan Du's Dan Tian, ​​Mao Jing has gathered hundreds of copies of the power of the false gods.

However, this number is too rare for He Yiming who wants to feel the pseudo-deity.

The body shook gently, and more than a hundred mutated rifles had gathered together and fell to the front of the scorpion dragon. Then, another hundred guns flew around his body, tightly attached to his conductor.

In order to accumulate the power of the false gods of Shi Duo as soon as possible, He Yiming can be said to spare no effort.

After a batch of five hours, the eight thousand rifle guns have been lost by half, and within the dantian of He Yiming, the power of the extremely weak pseudo-deity has gradually accumulated. . Although it is far from being powerful, it can barely be used for some time.

However, at this time, He Yiming himself felt that some of the gas was exhausted and his success was weak.

Just looking at the results of his time, the four thousand has been transformed into a smashing gun, and his heart has a trace of pride.

Just five hours, with non-stop output. He actually instilled the power of light and darkness for the four thousand rifles, which is quite remarkable for a virtual god.

However, he is the strong man of the pseudo-deity. But it is more and more admired.

As more of this power is absorbed, He Yiming’s feelings are more.

When the strong man applies the power of light, it is definitely a point to the end, and the amount applied is quite limited, probably the weight of purifying a golden monster. As long as you think about the number of rifles that this person has made in a hundred years, it is understandable that he is so embarrassed.

But the ability to accurately grasp the power to this extent is that He Yiming is absolutely self-proclaimed, Furu.

His mind even produced a thought. If you can ask someone in person, then there is no regret. Of course, he knows that this idea can only be expected.

Those who are proficient in the power of light must be the Shinto powers of the Western Temple who do not know the previous generations. His actions before the Western Temple did not hide from the peaks of humanity, so according to He Yiming's estimation, the strong man must have known the change.

Perhaps in this environment, he will not come to find his own troubles, but if he is expected to give him the first, secret teaching to himself, it is unrealistic.

"He brother, you have to rest, we will refine it tomorrow." Yan Zilong said quietly.

He Yiming gave a slight nod, and he calmed down and began to absorb the power of the surrounding world. In fact, with his strength, even if it is to rebuild two thousand, there is no problem. However, if it is really reluctant, then it will be exhausted, which is what He Yiming tries to avoid.

After an hour, He Yiming opened his eyes. Road: "Hey brother, you can start.

The scorpion dragon shook his head and said: "He brother, let's take a break, we don't have to worry so much.

He Yiming put a hand on his hand and said, "Be careful with long night dreams. Let's get started."

However, He Yiming’s scorpion dragon had to retake the remaining rifles.

Looking at the guns piled up in the ground, He Yiming did not hesitate to invest in the intense and orderly work. For him, it was really a fear of night dreams.

Only by as soon as possible inhaling the power of the false gods within these guns into Dantian, He Yiming will be truly relieved.

In this way, after five hours, when He Yiming completely converted the last dozens of rifles, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

The scorpion dragon looked at his eyes and added a respectful color.

He did not know the true intention of He Yiming. I just thought that this young Shinto power is full of blood, in order to increase the power of the guns, and spare no effort to go to www.wuxiaspot.com~ This kind of personal gains and losses will naturally make people particularly respectful.

Hesitated for a moment, the scorpion Longlang said: "He brothers, these eight thousand variant rifles. You and me half each

Although it is missing half, the scorpion dragon is already satisfied, because he knows that as long as it is used properly, the power of the remaining 4,000 guns will definitely be more than doubled.

He Yiming smiled and shook his head and said: "Hey brother, the younger brother does not need to shoot a gun, just wants to ask you for a favor."

The scorpion dragon looked awkward and said: "What is the command of the brothers, just say please."

He Yiming pointed to the numerous rifles on the ground and said: "I heard that in the hands of other Shinto powers, there are also a large number of rifles. Please ask your brothers to match them. Let me transform them."

The scorpion dragon scorpion looked at He Yiming and sang aloud, and finally he was deeply glanced at him, saying: "He brother Gao Yi, the old brother served.

He Yiming looked at each other inexplicably. I was shaking my eyes, but I still couldn’t understand where I was showing "high justice."