Chapter 102: be late

"If this is the case, then it is just right... In fact, between the members of the apocalyptic alliance, they only recognize the mask and do not recognize the person... even if it is known that the members under the mask have changed individuals, as long as the mask is not destroyed, The body of the replacement will still be the default... and... because the members of the League are forbidden to reveal each other's identity...so it is even harder to find someone else's change..." Lomon's sorrow said with a smile, but the words Intermittent, seemingly weak.
But see a very fine black mist, slowly flowing from the shoulders, like a grass, shaking in the air.
"Liu Daoyou, my remnant soul is already supporting... The support can't go down. If you have any problems... just ask..." The black villain turned his head and glanced at the black mist on his shoulder, saying with a smile. .
The voice just fell, and his calf began to have a black mist.
"I don't have anything to ask. If you have any other wishes, let me say it. I can't evade what I can." Han Li looked at Lomon's ghost and shook his head.
Lomon's sorrow looked up at the sky and muttered:
"What I have asked for before, Daoyou can do it... I don't dare, there are other extravagances... If I am a Rockwell family, he will be able to prosper again every day.
As its voice gradually weakened, its figure gradually became distorted and turned into a black air, which eventually dissipated between the heavens and the earth.
Han Li looked at the void where Luo Meng’s sorrow disappeared. Some of them were stunned. This shackles, which were passed down from the depths of the blood, could not help but move him.
After a long while, he only came back to God, and the palm of his hand caught it, and he took the mask of the cow head.
This time the mask was not blurred, but it was honestly in his hands.
Han Li’s eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at the strange lines on the mask and fell into meditation again.
......
After half a month.
From Wumen Island, I don’t know how many miles away from the sea, the gray clouds of lead gray fill the sky, and the wind blows above the sea, and it is full of waves.
A blue streamer is like a sharp sword. It is worn by heavy waves and cut into two halves. It splashes countless pearl-like silver waves.
Among the blue light is a tall, green robe man with a blue mask on his face. He can't see the face below, but his eyes are projected through the holes of the mask.
This person is not someone else. It is the replacement of Lomon to Han Li of Haitang Island.
On the sea in front of it dozens of miles away, there is a circular island with a radius of a circle, which looks like a green lotus leaf that sways slightly with the fluctuation of the waves. It is the destination of his trip. .
After Han Li slowed down and flew nearly a dozen miles, the appearance of the island became more and more clear.
I saw many sea otters growing on the island, with leafy and green leaves. The huge canopies are next to each other, covering the entire island. The thickness of the numerous adult arms is layered and intertwined into a thick cyan. Wooden wall.
On these dense side branches, there are also countless slender lateral roots, some of which are found in the mud, and some fall into the sea, and they are densely connected. It looks like the old man’s beard. .
Han Lifei went to Haishu Island and hovered down. Looking towards the island, he saw gray-white bird droppings on the ground of the island, but there was no trace of half a seabird in the forest.
Moreover, in addition to the "beep" sound of the sea breeze through the trees, his ears are no longer a little loud, and the whole island looks unusually quiet.
Just then, a little cold voice suddenly rang from Han Li’s ear:
"蛟 fifteen, since it is here, why not go to the island?"
Han Li was slightly surprised, because the voice was not from the island, but from the mask worn on his face.
He immediately moved and flew down the island.
The soil on the island was very soft. When one foot stepped on it, it would sink into a pothole. Han Li was so shallow that he walked through the gap between the jungle and came to the middle of the island.
At the center of the island, there is a huge sea otter tree that is held by a three-person. The lateral roots hanging from the main trunk have been cut and cleaned, and a relatively spacious open space has been cleared.
There are several figures on the open space, which are either sitting or standing around the trunk.
Han Li’s eyes swept away, and at first glance, he fell on a red robe man sitting in front of the sea banyan tree.
The head of the man wore a red-red dragon-like mask, which was also engraved with many strange runes. In the face of his mask, he also engraved a number "three" with quirky characters.
"蛟三"
Han Li’s heart was moving and he was silent.
The man wearing the dragon's head mask just looked at Han Li casually and took back his sight. He didn't have anything to talk to him.
Han Li naturally did not pay attention to it, but looked at the other people with a gaze.
I saw one of them wearing a micro-bow, wearing a large purple robe and wearing a blue sheep's head mask with a "nine" lettering on it.
He has been squatting on the ground for a long time, staring at the ground, not knowing what to look at, and not looking up at Han Li.
Not far from his side, a tall man standing with a blue tiger head mask, nodded slightly to him.
Han Li did not speak, looking at the number on his forehead, "One Six", and nodded slightly.
On the left side of the trunk, there is a woman wearing a veil and wearing an owl mask. Her body is leaning against the sea banyan tree, her thin arms are wrapped around her chest, and she is slightly on the side of Hanli. The number is "two ones."
Behind him, on the other side of the jellyfish tree, a head with a mask of the blue eagle with the word "two-five" was found. He glanced up and down at Han, and he took it back.
On a crossbar on the right side of the jellyfish tree, there is a thin figure hanging upside down, wearing a mask of a monkey on the face, engraved with an "eight" character.
Seeing Han Li looking at himself, the two khaki-colored eyes of the man also swayed through the hole of the mask, and also looked at Han Lilai.
Underneath this person, there is also a thin man wearing a water blue gown and wearing a bear cub mask. He is sitting in danger and closing his eyes.
The eyebrows on the mask are engraved with the words "one or three."
I don't know if it is because of the rules of the impermanence alliance, or for other reasons. Everyone has not spoken or talked. Even the red-robed man wearing a three-face mask has not said half a word with other people.
Han Li saw this, and he also took a place to sit down and closed his eyes and adjusted his interest.
This is eight days.
During this period, no one came back, and no one was speaking, and no one left.
There is a strange atmosphere in the atmosphere.
Until the early morning of the eighth day, when the first sun on the sea surface illuminates the island, the red robe man who has been sitting quietly in front of the sea otter tree, his head lifted slightly and stood up from the ground.
A slight blunt voice came from the mask of the dagger:
"Time is up……"
Everyone heard the sound, and they stood up from the ground. The thin man who had been wearing a monkey mask on the trunk immediately jumped from above.
At this moment, there was a sudden stream of light outside the island, like a boulder falling from the sky and falling on the island.
The entire island was shocked and all the branches swayed.
I saw the glimmer of the light, showing a burly figure wearing a wild boar mask.
As soon as he arrived on the island, he rushed toward the center of the island, and did not sneak along the way. The roots of the branches encountered were directly broken by him.
When I came to the crowd, after scanning the lap, the man shouted and shouted: "Which is the third?"
After that, his eyes did not hesitate to sweep away the people present, and eventually fell on the red robe man wearing a dragon mask.
"It turns out that you are the third. Quickly announce the task. I will have something to do after the event." The wild boar mask man looked up and down and said loudly.
"Hey, thirty-two, you are late." The red robe man looked at the burly man, said indifferent.
"There is not even a half-column incense, it is worth mentioning? Hurry and say good things, don't delay the time." The burly man waved his hand and was impatient.
Han Li stood by, but his heart suddenly jumped from the beginning, and the subconscious stepped back.
The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared.
The red robe man suddenly lit up a layer of red light, and the "call" spurred a red flame, wrapped his body around, and a hot air suddenly burst out from his body, and forced everyone around to retreat.
But seeing his body slammed forward, the palm of his hand pointed to the knife, and went to the chest of the burly man wearing a wild boar mask.
In the face of the red robe man without any warning shots, the burly man reacted very quickly, stepping back one step, his hands quickly printed in front of his body, and the body surface suddenly lit up a white light.
At the same time, an octagonal white crystal shield also appeared in front of it.
I saw a prismatic pattern on the top of the shield, and a dazzling white glow on the surface, from which a burst of law fluctuated.
Although it was only a hasty response, Han Li found that the law was fluctuating and seemed to be a bit stronger than the previous cold weather.
Just listen to the muffled sound of "噗".
Unexpectedly, there was no violent collision, and there was no strong momentum in the imagination. The two men just made a blow and immediately broke the outcome.
The people were horrified to see that the palm of the third hand had penetrated the octagonal crystal shield and stabbed into the heart of the burly man.
At the break of his chest, he was braving the white smoke, and the muscles around him had been burned into a liquid, like a ignited grease.
"Do not follow the order, delay the registration, cancel the 无 无 无 无 无 无 无 无 。 。 。 。 无 无 无 无 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓 缓.
The voice just fell, the wild boar mask on the burly man's face was runily bright, and the bang broke into a piece of powder, which dissipated in the air.
Underneath the mask, there was a pair of eyes with a rounded eyes and a big mouth. It seemed that he couldn’t believe it until he died. He couldn’t stop even the other side’s blow, and he was killed in an instant.