Text Text_Chapter 1827 1827 Demonic Mysticism
"Look, my lord!"
A shrill voice rang out, an exclamation from some little demon.
Obviously, these demons also found Yang Ning who fell to the ground, but now Yang Ning not only breathed, but even his appearance changed to the form of a demon, which did not arouse too much vigilance among them.
"Wake up!
Feeling kicked a few times, Yang Ning opened his eyes pretending to be awake from a big dream, revealing a confused look: "Where is this?
"Who are you! Why haven't I seen you before? "A demon asked.
"Who are you... Yes... Ahhh My head hurts... I can't remember anything..."
Yang Ning deliberately covered his head, looking like he had a splitting headache.
"It can't be a memory washaway, right?"
The seventh-order demon pinched his chin, although the high-level demons also had wisdom that was not inferior to that of humans, it didn't mean that they could distinguish Yang Ning's camouflage technique, although this routine didn't seem to be very clever, but in the realm of demons, it was rare to pretend to be crazy and stupid, so these demons didn't think deeply.
Therefore, it is not enough to have a brain, you must have a living environment to supplement your experience, no, Yang Ning is also surprised that these demons are so easy to deceive.
"My lord, what should I do?" asked a low-level demon.
"What else can I do? I can't leave it here, take it back, and I guess someone will know it." The seventh-order demon waved his hand impatiently.
The priority was to find the alien who had broken into their home, but there wasn't much time to spend on an amnesiac minion.
In this way, Yang Ning pretended to be crazy and stupid and mixed into this demon circle, and along the way, he ran to ask the little devil next to him if he had nothing to do, called Gou Li, which was a chatter.
"If you don't find out that alien race, won't the emperor be trapped all the time and can't get out?" Yang Ning pretended to be surprised.
"Not really. Gou Li said: "That alien race is also powerful, even the emperor can't suppress him, and we have many brothers dead." ”
"That alien race is really hateful!" Yang Ning looked angry.
"That's right. After Gou Li finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Yang Ning in surprise: "Huh, do you remember something?"
"Nope. Yang Ning pretended to have a headache: "Alas, my head hurts again." ”
"Then don't think about it. Gou Li said, "Let's just follow Master Duke." ”
Yang Ning nodded, then looked at the seventh-order demon in front of him, he found that the demons seemed to have a special way of communication with each other, and they were not limited by distance, this was a conclusion he had come to after secretly observing for so long.
"Why haven't you met other adults along the way?" Yang Ning asked Gou Li secretly.
"Lord Duke had already greeted the other adults, so the adults didn't come to the area we searched. Gou Li said as a matter of course.
"Ahh Yang Ning continued to ask.
"You don't know this?" Gou Li looked at Yang Ning puzzled, but he quickly remembered something, and said with a stupid smile: "I forgot that you can't remember anything, look at my memory, can amnesia also be infected?"
Seeing that Yang Ning's face was a little embarrassed, Gou Li said again: "I'm kidding you, in fact, as long as you evolve to the fifth order, you can awaken the talent of your own clan, this talent is unique to your own clan, and you can communicate with people who are far away, but you need to exchange a trace of each other's souls." ”
"Oh?" Yang Ning nodded as if he didn't understand.
In fact, Yang Ning had already secretly asked the system, if this talent of the Demon Clan could have a substitute, then it would be quite useful to him, and he could communicate with friends thousands of miles away at any time, which would save a lot of trouble in many ways.
"Is there really one?" Yang Ning originally just had the mentality of giving it a try, who would have thought that the Supreme System directly gave a replacement.
"Modified based on the secret art of the ancient demon clan... Soul Communication... All you need to do is sign a soul contract with each other?"
Yang Ning immediately searched for this kind of contract in the [store], and found it after a while.
"The Soul Contract doesn't require many points, but it's not very suitable, unless it's extremely close..."
The limitations and disadvantages of the soul contract itself are actually not many, but once the contract is signed with someone, then the other party can occasionally unconsciously peep, or hear what he is doing, what he says, so privacy must not be guaranteed, in case he is doing something inappropriate for children, then the fun will be great, Yang Ning does not want to be the male number one in the eyes of others.
"Huh?"
Just as Yang Ning was stupidly about to quit the [Store], suddenly, he found that there was another kind of function similar to this, but it was not a contract, but a complete ancient demon secret technique!
"Can this thing also be put on the shelf?" Yang Ning thought about it in surprise, and with curiosity, he clicked on the exchange page of this secret art.
"There are more than a hundred demonic secret techniques!"
Yang Ning was even more surprised, although he hadn't read these secret techniques yet, just through the catalog, there were several secret techniques that made Yang Ning quite interested.
"It's a pity that I'm not a demon body, otherwise, I can exchange it for research, after all, the points needed are not much. ”
Don't use your brain, if the demonic secret art is applicable to any race, then the price estimate will not be so 'cheap'.
"Forget it, it's not bad for this point anyway, let's just read it as a story. Yang Ning pursed his lips, still unable to withstand the drive of curiosity, and exchanged this demonic secret art.
While pretending to be stupid and following behind Duke, he began to receive the demonic secret technique transmitted into the brain, and after a while, the demonic secret technique was teleported, and Yang Ning couldn't wait to read it in his memory.
"Huh?"
About half an hour later, Duke, who was still at the very least, suddenly stopped, turned his head suspiciously, and swept his gaze at the demons behind him, and finally fixed on Yang Ning.
The other demons also noticed Duke's abnormal behavior, and they all turned their heads and looked at Yang Ning, even Gou Li looked at Yang Ning a little blankly.
I saw that Yang Ning's body was soaring, and a faint blue flame appeared, and then began to bloom, and then gradually became dark, especially the right eyeball, and a spiral-shaped spatial vortex appeared.
The moment this spatial vortex appeared, Duke's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Get out of the way!"
The other demon monsters screamed and scattered, but Gou Li reacted slowly, and soon, his entire body was pulled into this spatial vortex, and under the gaze of all the demons, he disappeared after a while!
"It's... Could it be... The secret technique of the Dadu Palace?" Duke muttered to himself, his face full of incredulity: "Could this little guy be from the Dadu Palace?
Suddenly, Duke shook his head again: "That's not right, even if it's a transfer technique, it has to be an eighth-order adult to use it, and the transfer technique is a symbol of the power of space!"
Even Duke couldn't figure it out, let alone those low-level demons.
"Regardless of whether this little guy is from the Dadu Palace or not, this matter must be reported to the adults and decided by the adults. Duke thought to himself, and at the same time, began to report to his superiors, who were more than a hundred miles away.