Vol 3 Chapter 1922: Above the sea of blood

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No one knows when the "hills" came. No one knows when the people of the hills lived their lives.
But what is certain is that the hills themselves have many secrets. Even the hilly people may not know it.
Among them, there is a secret that only the Son of Mist knows.
Not to say how this secret is hidden. It is just that the Son of Mist cannot describe this strange phenomenon to other individuals.
For the Mist Son, the texture of the hills is not uniform.
There are some areas where the texture is very special, so that his thinking can penetrate the earth more easily.
He could not understand the cause of this phenomenon. However, he is instinctive until this phenomenon is beneficial to him. Therefore, in the long past, he divided his sphere of influence over the land and prohibited all individuals including the hillside people from swallowing the land there.
The Son of Mist constantly walks in these areas with special textures, and slowly, he finds out some magical powers.
A memory merges into the ocean. That's the idea from the ground. The Son of Mist was originally just looking at the pile of fuss on the ground-to him, fusao is like some "prosthetic limbs" that are "unconscious" but still usable. He looked at why there were spurs in unplanned areas.
Immediately. The huge sea of ​​consciousness began to boil.
【similar】
The sea of ​​darkness says so.
【similar】
This concept is so strange. The Son of Mist certainly knows what the so-called "kind" is. There are many species on this planet, each of which has a "kind"-but only his misty son is different. He has no peers.
In other words, he did not have the same kind.
Until a worm assembled from flesh and blood appeared in front of him.
joy.
fear.
As if a drop of water fell into the sea, it triggered a tsunami. The vitality is so large that ordinary immortals can't imagine the tumbling and roaring in the earth composed of flesh and blood.
Then, the "tsunami" seemed to be forced into the city's water system.
Countless thoughts, along the special texture of flesh and blood, all the way down.
That is the "Blood Sea".
A whole sea of ​​blood. Under the dome of unknown fiber, there is a special ocean. It is not bright red, but orange-that is the original color of ferrous ions.
Iron is the end of fusion and the beginning of fission. It is one of the most common and most abundant elements in this universe. Many creatures do use iron as a medium to transport oxygen.
However, the ferrous ions in human blood are not red. That is the color produced when combined with oxygen.
Ferrous ions are orange.
After the death of the owner of the blood, the blood no longer bears the responsibility of transporting oxygen. In general, the iron element in these blood will combine with the oxygen element in another more stable way, changing the valence to become black ferric oxide.
However, the fairy's fairy power prevented this process from happening.
Although I don't know the reason, this huge fairy has never been robbed and has no hope of recovery, but the immortality of the fairy has been retained. If the fairy power in these blood is not stripped, the iron element in this guy's body will be connected to the fixed atom in a fixed form. Without the increased electromagnetic force, it will be difficult to break through the solidification of this immortal might.
The arrival of the misty child caused the orange thick slurry to clog and roll up.
The purely spiritual whisper echoed again.
[They are coming ... they are coming ...]
"Enough! Mist!" Came a cry of anger: "I have taught you three generations of time! No one of us can bear the way you communicate! Use our language!"
The speaker is also a hilly people. It's just that his costume is a little different. Some kind of tough colloid replaces the ordinary mucus layer and wraps around his lower body. On top of his tentacles, he wore many rings of unknown material, as if it were a protective measure, and it seemed to be a symbol of some kind of power.
Qing Guzong, king of the hilly people.
At this moment, he was standing on a rock-a real rock, an inedible earth.
"Qinggongzong, are you finally getting impatient?" The atmosphere shook, and the language of the hilly people came out: "You actually dare to reprimand me this way? It is those flattering people you raise that make you over-inflate Alright? "
Many people in the hills feel that although the child of the mist is strong, it is not necessarily going to be strong—although he is indeed stronger than the upper limit of the people in the hills. However, the Mahayanas of the hilly people all shot together and always knocked him back.
But this is absurd.
Qing Guzong himself was close to that state, so he was very clear that this kind of statement was a joke.
The ordinary fairy can't beat the misty child. As long as this guy is a little more serious, he can kill the hilly people.
However, Qing Huzong dared to scold this monster.
At least here, he is not afraid of the misty son at all.
Qingzong Zong, the supreme king of the hills, behind him, suspended a stone-like inscription quietly. This is the most important treasure of the town people, the punishment of the tomb.
This is a treasure discovered by the people of the hills at the beginning of civilization. No one knows what its use is. Only a few intelligent creatures go back and try to imitate the "tune" and "breathing" emitted by this thing. Some people in the hills died, but those who did not die were the first monks of the people in the hills.
After groping out the original method of cultivation from the breath of the stele, and learning the essence of "runes" and "spells" from the lines of the stele, a few hillside people also began to learn how to borrow the power of the stele.
But only the Son of Mist cannot do this.
Although he can also some knowledge from the monument, but many things that the hilly people can feel, he just blacked his eyes.
Not to mention borrowing the power of the Sky Penalty Tablet.
The Heaven Penalty Tablet is like repelling him.
"Do you think you are safe here?" The Mist Child simulated a disdainful sneer: "Even if you can arouse more power from the Celestial Monument, I can crush you."
Qing Guzong sighed: "You always look like this, old friend ... If I can't talk to you, who else can you talk to?"
The misty child suddenly froze. But soon, he opened another thinking, squeezing this sad line of thinking aside: "Do you think you are great? Ha ha."
"You are unique, you are amazing." Qing Huzong replied: "However, because you are unique, you have lost the object of communication."
"Hum," the son of Mist snorted twice, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be a unique existence anytime soon-and there are still no objects to communicate with."
Qinghuzong's tentacles shake: "What's going on?"
"You are right, they are here."
"they?"
The Son of Mist said: "The monster in your mouth, the devourer and the killer who came to the hills by tearing the negative earth."
Qing Guzong's discoloration: "Is it already here?"
"I have dealt with him. His breath is mixed with the taste of my kind."
Qing Yizong was shocked: "Your kind? You mean ... that monster, like the undead, is a puppet controlled by you, um, controlled by your kind?"
"No, it's not. He also has a life structure similar to the people of the hills, which is also a very pure breath. However, he does mix with the breath of my kind."
Qinghuzong's tentacles slowly retracted. He thought, "Is there ... this kind of thing?"
"I don't know. But suspiciously sure, very strong. If I put out my best, I should have a chance to win. But ... the price is too high."
Qinghuzong's muscles agitated: "It turns out ... it turns out to be so. It seems that we are too unlucky. I thought that there are always generations for us to prepare." The King of Silence "has not been completed yet, The Lord of the Lingguan is just beginning. He can only pray ... he is not interested in this place anymore. "
This planet is filled with the fairy power of others. For immortals, such a large amount of refining other sources of immortal power, not only consumes time and energy, is not cost-effective, but also has the risk of getting caught up and even being robbed.
The heterogeneous forces that permeate the space can effectively suppress the monster's spiritual consciousness and cover the existence of such treasures as the heavenly tombstone.
If he just looked at it here and left immediately
No ... I can't pin my hopes on the enemy's kindness.
Perhaps, you can consider integrating the master of the spiritual gate that has just begun to be merged into the unfinished King of Silence to create a real weapon that can deal with the fairy ...
"It seems that everything must be prepared." Qing Huzong sighed: "Can I believe you? Old friend ... won't you betray us at a critical time?"
"I want to ask ... Can I believe you? Qing Hu Zong." The misty child whispered: "Are you really credible? I know what your special mother is. Which side were you from before?" Is it a demon? Or is it another group of demons chased by demons? Or is it really a survivor chased by demons? "
"I do not know."
Qing Guzong said so.
Behind him, there are two more bones.
One, 206 bones, with clear roots, as crystal clear as jade.
The other, 113 bone plates, are fitted with each other and have a metallic texture.
Qing Huzong knew what he was. He has this knowledge.
"Fairy Fairy"-I remember this in a certain language, but he just didn't know why, missing more and more critical memories.
According to the truth, after the practice to the Mahayana period, the fairy should have broken the intraday fan.
Perhaps it is the influence of the xianxian power on this planet.
Qing Huzong thought so.
Sometimes, he asks himself like this.
"Which side are you on?"
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