Nightmare’s Call

"Hehe, it's interesting, it's really interesting. I didn't expect that just a small port of Huaisha, you can encounter such fun things." Bald touched his head.

"Do you want to see it? If there is a magical concealment method that the Blue Bird can't even detect, this will have a great use for us." Came said positively.

"In the picture, the gang leader in Waishagang also invited an eroder to shoot. Although it is only the weakest afterimage stage, the speed and power of the opponent is a bit exaggerated."

The bald head slightly described the cruel shield that he saw.

At first Carme didn't care. As the description of the bald became clearer, he became slightly interested.

"Corresponding to our Six Wings, which level of white armor do you say?"

"Is the six wings? It is not at the level of qualitative change, it should still be at the level of single wings. Correspondingly, it should be the degree of shadow of the single-wing erosion level."

"There are four ranks of the Fel Eroder level, afterimages, gray shadows, blood shadows, and night shadows. You directly set to the next peak level. Is there such a exaggeration in a small place?" Came was surprised.

"On the strength, speed, anti-strike, and blood shadow are not much different." Shaved his head. "Well ... at this level, ordinary police gun bullets are not hurting ..."

"It's weird. Eroders of this level usually only appear at the provincial capital level." Came wondered.

"I'll do it for him. The power of the white card gang is still needed, and their line is very important to us. It must be stabilized for the time being.

As for the erosion level that killed Chen Hang, I hope that if I die, I will reveal the breath concealment method. "

The bald head didn't say much anymore, turned and went back to the cabin.

"Stop talking, it's cold! I have to go back."

"Cold what are you doing up here?" Carme was silent.

"I drew a pair of underwear on the gun barrel. Didn't I fire the gun just now? Let's see if it's dry." The bald head quickly got back into the cabin.

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"I'm stronger again ..."

Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on his bed and felt a little pain in his knee.

"Isn't it all said that this posture is the best for cultivation? Why do I feel my knees are getting more and more pain after I have been so long?"

He was a little puzzled. He had just fought against Poison Sands, and it took all his hard work to break through the Holy Power.

A little white light was being emitted in his lower abdomen.

The holy power seemed to be a perpetual motion, and it continued to emit a pale white shimmer, nourishing his organs.

Even with Lin Sheng, he felt a lot warmer.

"This is the Holy Power ... It is really strong and warm." Lin Sheng felt at this moment as if he was soaking in the hot spring at about forty degrees, and there was no water pressure on his chest.

"No wonder so many people are obsessed with cultivation. Such happiness is beyond anyone's imagination." Lin Sheng began to study the use of this thing with emotion.

He had previously fought against poison sand with a sword, the blade was missing a large piece, and his tiger's mouth was cracked back.

At this moment he quickly imagined letting the Holy Spirit flow over the wound.

It is a pity that the Holy Power was still in his lower abdomen. Do not listen to orders at all.

"I didn't introduce the common sense after the awakening of the Holy Spirit in the inheritance scriptures I saw ... troublesome ..." Lin Sheng felt a little tricky.

He began to try various methods again.

Such as eye irradiation.

Imagine that the eye emits a light, illuminating the Holy Power, letting it flow along the line of sight,

Such as manual massage.

Like squeezing acne with your hands, you try to squeeze out the power of the Holy Spirit through squeezing.

Also like silent thoughts.

Sitting on the bed, imagine yourself as a dark, empty, breathing flat, slowing down, there is a moment of eternity between exhaling and inhaling ... "eternal ass!"

Lin Sheng couldn't help jumping off the bed and rubbing his knees. I feel my synovitis is more serious.

What I learned recently from the Internet is sitting cross-legged. Over time, he found that his knees were getting more and more painful.

"Forget it. It seems that we still have to go in and see ... to see if we can find information about Holy Power."

Lin Sheng still decided to start from a dream.

After all, no matter how talented and talented it is, it is impossible to beat the experience and use of divine power by countless people in the world.

Taking off his jacket and turning off the lights, Lin Shengyang was lying on the bed, but put his feet on the bed next to the bed, so as not to stain the sheets.

Breathing slowly and calmly, he suddenly remembered his father and mother.

"If I were found, my family would be in danger.

Therefore, either solve the opponents in advance and solve the hidden dangers. Either I must have enough power to help me protect my loved ones. Go to Tekken tomorrow. "

Tekken's death claws, Mr. Old, have been greyed out for a few days now and should be a little bit better off.

He was counting on propagating Tekken through the personal effects of Death Claw. Attract more and more powerful extreme warriors.

These extreme martial arts are strong men who have reached the limit of the human body, with firm willpower and unshakable. All talents.

‘Saru has also been grayed out for some time. Hope he also made some breakthroughs. My power is still too small ..... 'Lin Sheng thought helplessly.

Summoning creatures are not sages, they are just fighting machines, and they cannot perform particularly complex tasks.

So he needs someone to assist him.

In addition, after seeing the collective power, Lin Sheng was extremely vigilant about this special power. Even if he is not good at it, he can't let others grasp this area and hurt himself.

"Forget it, don't think too much. It's time to start ..."

Lin Sheng set aside his messy thoughts and closed his eyes slowly.

Da Da Da Da ...

The second hand of the alarm clock is beating continuously, making a sound.

Lin Sheng felt the voice slowly getting farther and farther.

He was like a swimmer sinking into the sea, looking up at the alarm clock above, but sinking and sinking.

The voice became smaller and farther and farther, and gradually became inaudible.

I don't know how long it has been.

A blurry light appeared before Lin Sheng's eyes.

It was a golden shimmer, like gold, and like a sun.

Ah ah ah ah ah! !! !!

A deafening roar came.

In the light, a **** figure growled and roared, rushing madly forward.

She was covered in blood, her steps faltering, and her sword was full of cracks. There is even too much armor embedded in the body, which has long lost its protective effect.

"God doesn't exist."

"Really? But I saw miracles."

"That's deception, it's a lie."

"But I saw miracles."

"Anseria, are you crazy ..."

"But ... I saw a miracle ... don't you think it's beautiful? It's like Hill's profile."

Lin Sheng opened his eyes wide and wanted to see more things, but unfortunately he seemed to be melting in the light and felt nothing.

Not even the concept of the body.

"Go on ... go on ... look for everything you believe in. Fairy tales, legends, madness. There is always a glimmer of hope."

A vague blue-haired knight knelt on one knee, waiting quietly beside the roaring man.

Not only him, but many more people.

Some of them are wearing civilian clothes and some are wearing aristocratic clothes. There is also a mighty and powerful cruel shield, and there is a variety of armor fighters that Lin Sheng can not completely recognize.

Dense figures knelt down on both sides of the roaring figures. They were like long-awaited subjects, silently watching the crazy figure covered with blood.

"Go on."

"Go on."

"Go and look for the last light ..."

hiss....

Lin Sheng half-knelt on the ground, holding the wooden shield in his hand, feeling that his throat was very dry.

An inexplicable vomit came from his stomach.

"What did you just see? Resonance memory?" He froze suddenly, staring at the purple fluorescent stone he was holding in his hand.

At that moment the stone was releasing a faint white light.

That white light wrapped in purple, radiating warmth continuously towards the surroundings. Countless black lines are springing out of the stone and into his own palm.