Vol 3 Chapter 430: Old man, can you scrap a little more?

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The golden armor gave birth to wings and flew into the air, and then flew towards the light barrier at an unhurried speed. Several Jindan monks hurriedly attacked with spells, but had no effect. The ancient soul steel does not seem to eat spell damage, and the armor made by the demon clan for melee is far stronger than the physical body of these Jindan monks. There is no chance of close combat.
For a while, several Jindan monks had no way to get this armor!
Li Jiujiu roared: "What are your spells? Magic weapons? Have you fed the dogs?"
The middle-aged beautiful woman ridiculed: "Did not your pure world power also keep him?"
Li Jiujiu was about to attack, Zhai Difeng stopped him: "Forget it, the guardian has been weakened after millions of years of erosion, but the material is still soul steel, a peerless material that can forge the black weapon, attack the weak but defend Strong. We ca n’t knock him down in a short period of time, but he ca n’t knock us down. The next time we ’re targeted, we ’ll be able to win him in one fell swoop.

A Jin Dan licked his lips: "The soul steel gathered by the residual obsession ... maybe stronger than the ordinary soul steel!"
Another Jin Dan looked at the slowly flying armor and said: "I look down on us ..."
They did not know that it was not Wang Qi who deliberately slowed down, but Wang Qi could not get up quickly.
"Damn it ... Holy Flame brought the armor back to life, causing my control of this armor to be greatly reduced!"
Soul Steel is a product of the essence of hardware injected into a large number of souls and then repeatedly forged. All souls are crushed and then perfectly forged into one. Injecting the spirit-focused Holy Light into them, these discrete soul forces will form a temporary whole, and Wang Qi's will will be equivalent to the will of the "armor soul", so this armor can be easily controlled. However, after injecting the holy flame, which is more focused on the flesh, the armor turned to life and had its own "instinct", Wang Qi was not easy to control.
"Hurry up ..." Wang Qi was anxious in his heart: "It must enter the ruins before the Holy Light runs out!"
Fortunately, ninety-nine seconds is one and a half minutes, and the time is not short. Wang Qi walked to the barrier before the time had run out. Wang Qi's speed did not decrease, and directly hit the barrier. As expected, she passed the barrier without hindrance.
After crossing the barrier, the armor landed on all fours and ran wildly. Wang Qi spent the last few seconds galloping wildly on the Demon Race Road and stopped until he entered the temple. He immediately lifted the armor. The armor that had "lived" instantly "dead" and was divided into several parts and fell to the ground.
After Wang Qi temporarily lighted the live armor, the armor actually adjusted its shape and became a set!
Wang Qi emerged from the armor, and just wanted to put it away. Unexpectedly, he fainted, but he almost fell to the ground!
Zhen Jiezi anxiously said: "Boy, what's the matter with you? Was you just secretly injured?"
"This should be a means for the demon clan to prevent the enemy's refined soul steel armor." Wang Qi sat on the ground with his forehead held cross-legged: "Dream said."
Zhen Jiezi also wondered why. But immediately, an inexplicable suction was transferred to him, as if he wanted to drag him to the bottom of consciousness. After all, Makoto was a Mahayana, and he could still resist this suction. But he remembered what Wang Qi said just now, there was no resistance, and let that force pull his consciousness to sink.
In the darkness, Zhen Jiezi saw Wang Qi. At this time, he was sitting on a Taishi chair, which was facing a large stage, and there was a small table next to it. There was a cup of tea, yellow soup, and bean noodle cake pea yellow flower cake milk roll rose cake Wait for some refreshments.
Wang Qi was shocked when she saw Zhen Jiezi: "I'm going to go, old man, what did Chen Feng eat for you?"
The real elucidator in front of Wang Qi is actually an old man dressed in black Dao, a one-foot-five-footed bearded beard, showing his majesty.
It was just a few years ago that Zhen Jiezi tried his best to support the image used by the dream and him.
Zhen Jiezi singularly said: "It's so strange that the old man was like this ten thousand years ago."
Wang Qi shook his head: "No, no, this is my dream. If you have only one consciousness here, then your image should be set by me."
"What image should the old man have in your mind?"
"A big ball of light?" Wang Qi said uncertainly.
Zhen Jiezi's face was black, and he didn't want to talk to Wang Qi.
Wang Qi looked at Zhen Jiezi's eyes, and felt quite sorry. This old man, this face, if you want to be graceful and graceful, how can you become a man in 10,000 years?
However, Mae Akiko brought her body to Wang Qi as a surprise. This means that Zhen Jiezi found a way to restore the soul in the secret method given by Chen Feng, and it was done in accordance with the current method.
And the more powerful Masaki is, the more beneficial Wang Qi will do next.
Zhen Jiezi wondered: "What's the matter with your kid?"
Wang Qi motioned him to watch the stage. An unprecedented drama is being staged on the stage. Thousands of "playmen" acted together in a play. On closer inspection, all the drama codes on the stage are "Wu Xi", and all "xizi" are fighting!
Cruel, bloody, majestic, vicious, roaring the world, fearless!
"This is ..." Zhen Jiezi's expression can be met. He felt the power in these scenes.
This is not an illusion of flowers on the shelf, but a glorious will that is comparable to martial arts!
Although a little confused.
"This is something that has been brewing in Soul Steel for millions of years. Fragment of consciousness of the ancient demon clan strongman, but also a mechanism of Soul Steel armor to prevent others from refining." Wang Qi pointed to the stage and said: "As long as Not refined according to standard methods, these eternal wills will be poured into the soul of the user. If the user is not dead, the strength will be greatly increased, but he will also be washed away from himself. "
Zhen Jiezi looked at Wang Qi doubtfully: "Why are you all right?"
Wang Qi laughed: "Ben Shao's talent is different ..."
"to be frank."
"It's a talent." Wang Qi shrugged. "This mechanism is for the demon clan, because the demon clan's thinking mainly depends on the soul-but I am a human clan. The human clan soul is very strong among the races of China. It ’s not worth mentioning compared to the brain. Before the Primordial Age, the main human organ of thinking is the brain! Pollution soul? My 'Shangqing Lingbao' is no longer inside the soul! "
Compared with ordinary demon races, human races are indeed talented.
"It doesn't seem to have no effect."
Wang Qi nodded and admitted: "It is true. Soul is an auxiliary thinking organ when I come, and it can still affect my temperament and way of thinking. I have to temporarily break the connection between the brain and the soul ..."
Zhen Jiezi was shocked: "You still have this ability?"
"The reverse of" Qu Jian Ji "."
"Qujianji" is to suppress the brain and enable the practitioner to use the soul to think, while artificially creating a "Descartes Theater" to enable the practitioner to examine himself in an absolutely objective angle and temper his will. The reverse use of "Qujianji" is to completely suppress the soul, only use the brain, and examine the soul from an objective perspective. The various wills infused into the soul have become a play on the stage for themselves, and will not affect their personality.
Zhen Jiezi asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Human races are social creatures, and there is a companion who follows them. When confronted with these gadgets, confidence will naturally be a little higher. Even if you calm down, people will inevitably have such a reaction." Wang Qi looked at Zhenjiezi at a glance: "It was hope You are my companion, and take it here, but since you have the power, then by the way, help me get rid of all the unfavorable illusions in the dream. "
Zhen Jiezi slightly jaws, and feels that it's finally time to show his talents. At this time, a third voice different from Wang Qi and Zhen Jie Zi appeared in the dream: "Good idea, and the practice is very delicate."
Suddenly there was a middle-aged scribe. He was dressed in a simple white robe, I don't know which year's style, but he had a beard but it didn't make people feel rude, but he seemed calm.
Zhen Jiezi smiled and said, "You nightmare demons, will you still praise yourself?"
Wang Qi looked dignified: "This doesn't seem to be a demon ..."
Zhen Jiezi pulled out his sword with ease, and walked towards the middle-aged scribe: "It's nothing, and seeing the old man will cut you off ... Ah!"
With a short cry, I saw the middle-aged scribe who stretched out a finger and flew the real bullet out.
Wang Qi silently looked at Zhen Jiezi who fell to the ground: "Old man, can you waste more?"
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