Nightmare’s Call

"Hehe, interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect such a fun thing to happen in just a small Huaisha port." The bald head patted his head.

"Would you like to take a look? If there is a method of concealing fel energy that the blue bird can't detect, it will be of great use to us." Kame said seriously.

"In the picture, the gang leader in Huaisha Port also invited an Eroder to attack. Although it is only the weakest afterimage rank, the opponent's speed and strength are a bit exaggerated."

The bald head briefly described the brutal holy shield he saw.

Kame didn't care at first, but as the description of the bald head became clearer, he became slightly interested.

"As for our six wings, which level should this white-armored warrior you mentioned belong to?"

"Six-wing? It hasn't reached the level of qualitative change. It should still be at the single-wing level. Correspondingly, it should be at the blood shadow level of the single-wing erosion level." The bald head estimated and answered.

"The level of the evil corruptor has four levels in total, afterimage, gray shadow, blood shadow, and night shadow. You can directly set it to the next peak level. Is it so exaggerated in a small place?" Kame was surprised.

"In terms of strength, speed, and resistance to blows, it's not much different from Blood Shadow." The bald head shook his head. "Tsk tsk. At this level, ordinary police gun bullets won't hurt you."

"It's a little strange. Corroders of this level usually only appear at the provincial capital level." Kame wondered.

"Whatever, I'll just go there. The strength of the White Card Gang is still needed. Their line is very important to us. It must be stabilized for the time being.

As for the Erosion-level who killed Chen Hang, I hope that after death, he will be able to reveal the breath concealment method for me. "

The bald head stopped talking, turned around and went back to the cabin.

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

"What are you doing here?" Kamei was speechless.

"I hung a pair of underwear on the gun barrel. Didn't I fire the gun just now? Let's see if it's done." The bald head quickly went back to the cabin without looking back.

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"I'm stronger again"

Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on his bed, feeling a little pain in his knees.

"Didn't everyone say that this posture is the most beneficial for cultivation? Why do I feel that my knees are getting more and more painful after sitting cross-legged for so long?"

He was a little puzzled, the holy power that he had just fought with Arsenosha with all his strength, and broke through after a lot of hard work.

At this moment, a white light was emitting slightly in his lower abdomen.

The mass of holy power was like a perpetual motion machine, continuously emitting pale white light, nourishing his internal organs.

Even Lin Sheng's whole body felt much warmer.

"This is the holy power. It's really powerful and warm." Lin Sheng felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring with a temperature of about forty degrees, and there was no water pressure on his chest.

"It's no wonder so many people are obsessed with cultivation. This kind of happiness is something most people can't even imagine." Lin Sheng sighed, and began to study the use of this thing.

He fought a sword with Dusha before, and a large piece of the blade was missing, and his tiger's mouth was also cracked by the backlash.

At this moment, he quickly imagined letting the holy power flow to the wound.

It's a pity that the holy power remained unmoved in his lower abdomen. Total disobedience to orders.

"In the inheritance scripture that I read at the beginning, it didn't introduce the common sense after the awakening of the holy power. It's troublesome." Lin Sheng felt a little tricky.

He began to try various methods again.

Such as eye lighting.

Imagine that the eyes emit a ray of light, illuminate the holy power, and let it flow along the line of sight,

Such as manual massage.

Like squeezing a pimple with your hands, try to squeeze out some of the holy power.

Also like silent meditation.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, imagine yourself to be a piece of darkness, a piece of emptiness, your breathing is flat and slow, between exhalation and inhalation, there is a moment of eternity "Eternal fart!"

Lin Sheng couldn't help but jumped off the bed and rubbed his knees vigorously. I feel my synovitis is getting worse.

He recently learned about sitting cross-legged from the Internet. After a long time, he found that his knees were getting more and more painful. The effect did not come out, but the side effects appeared first.

"Forget it. It seems that we still have to go in and see if we can find information related to the holy power."

Lin Sheng still decided to start from the dream world.

After all, no matter how talented or talented, it is impossible to surpass the experience of using and studying the holy power of countless people in a world.

After taking off his coat and turning off the lights, Lin Sheng lay on his back on the bed, but put his feet in sneakers next to the bed so as not to stain the sheets.

Breathing slowly and calmly, he suddenly thought of his parents.

"If I was found, the family would be in danger.

Therefore, either solve the opponent in advance and solve the hidden dangers. Or I must have enough strength to help me protect my loved ones. Going to see Tekken tomorrow. "

The old Mr. Deathclaw of the Iron Fist has been getting the gray mark for several days, so he should have some experience.

He was counting on the personal effect of Death Claw to promote the Iron Fist Society. Attract more and stronger extreme fighters.

These extreme fighters are all strong men who have reached the limit of their own bodies, and their willpower is firm and unshakable. All are talents.

‘Saru has also been given the gray mark for some time. Hope he breaks through a bit too. My influence is still too little." Lin Sheng thought helplessly.

Summoned creatures have no mind, they are just fighting machines, and cannot perform particularly complicated tasks.

So he needs someone to help him.

In addition, after seeing the power of the collective, Lin Sheng was extremely wary of this special power. Even if he wasn't good at it, he couldn't let others grasp it and beat him.

"Forget it, stop thinking about it. It's time to start"

Lin Sheng put aside the messy thoughts in his mind, and slowly closed his eyes.

blah blah blah

The second hand of the alarm clock kept beating and beeping.

Lin Sheng felt that the voice was getting farther and farther away.

He was like a drowning swimmer sinking into the sea, looking up at the alarm clock above, while he kept sinking, sinking.

The sound became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, and gradually became inaudible.

I don't know how long it has been.

A blurred light appeared in front of Lin Sheng's eyes.

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

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

There was a deafening roar.

In the light, a figure covered in blood roared, roared, and rushed forward frantically.

She was covered in blood, her steps faltered, and the long sword in her hand was full of cracks and gaps. The armor on his body is even embedded in the body too much, and it has long lost its protective effect.

"God doesn't exist."

"Really? But I saw a miracle."

"That's deceit, that's a lie."

"But I saw a miracle."

"Anselia, 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, wanting to see more clearly, but unfortunately, his whole body seemed to be melted in the light, and he couldn't feel anything.

Not even the concept of the body.

"Go. Go and find everything you believe in. Fairy tales, legends. Crazy. There's always a silver lining."

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

Not only him, but many more people.

Some of them are dressed in civilian clothes, and some are dressed in noble clothes. There are also mighty and majestic brutal holy shields, and there are all kinds of armored warriors that Lin Sheng can't recognize at all.

Dense figures knelt down on both sides of the roaring figure, like subjects who had been waiting for a long time, quietly watching the crazy figure covered in blood.

"Go."

"Go."

"To find the last light"

hiss.

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

An inexplicable feeling of vomiting welled up from his stomach.

"What did you see just now? Resonant memory?" He was taken aback suddenly, staring blankly at the purple fluorescent stone he was holding in his hand.

At this time, the stone was releasing circles of faint white light.

The white light was wrapped in purple, continuously radiating warmth towards the surroundings. Countless black threads were gushing out from the stone and drilling into his own palm.