Blue flames, as expected, burst out of Qiao Mengchen's ears and turned into sparks the size of fingertips, chasing the strange laughter made by Hua Ming far and near. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOnce the sparks are close enough, the colorless, odorless, and invisible laughter will be captured and burned out in an instant.

And so, the laughter of thousands of people who could shatter the clouds came to an abrupt end. The boiled duck was about to fly away, and the Captain of the Flower Immortal raised his voice and exclaimed, and hurriedly used the last move within his ability - to fight the gods.

It's called the Fighting God, but it's actually to mobilize their meager wisdom and make some useless tricks that they think they are dragging but are actually not so dragging on: enlarging their own size.

There is a technique called "forced perspective illusion" in the photography industry, which is to use optical and visual confusion to make objects closer, larger or smaller, so that people's visual perception is wrong, so that the photographed object and the surrounding environment have a relative illusion.

Activate the wisdom to promote the transformation of the surrounding environment, so that Qiao Mengchen is afraid and obediently disarms and surrenders - this is the reason why the Ten Commanders activated the "Fighting God".

Not to mention, as soon as they messed up like this, Qiao Mengchen was really spending in front of him, just now he was only one size older than him, but now he stood in front of him like a giant, even his knees were taller than him!

Qiao Mengchen was surprised, and suddenly saw that the black underworld armorers on both sides had turned their backs and turned around again, and at least three of the four underworld people all looked angry.

Why?

They were happy, but they forgot that there were also their own kind, except for Si Wusha, who still maintained the original appearance, and the three underworlds, including Zhai Di, suddenly became much shorter. It turns out that the wisdom of the underworld can communicate with each other, although Zhai Di's official rank is higher, but the actual level of cultivation is lower than that of Si Wusha, and the lower-level underworld people are unable to control their mental skills freely, as long as they are bewitched well enough, the wisdom in their bodies will overflow and rush towards the lively place.

The Ten Masters of Hua Ming were absorbing the wisdom of other people, and of course Zhai Di and the others were furious.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, there was an uproar, a muffled sound like two kicks, and among the bone flowers, the three underworlds had gone to the second. Fortunately, Zhai Di saw the opportunity early, and his short body was very happy to close his waist and split it, and he almost escaped the killing and calamity.

To tell the truth, this time it was all done by the weaver himself! Nothing to do with Joe Mengchen! He's still in the middle of a daze! Just now, as if he had been given life, without waiting for his master's consent, he forcibly dragged Qiao Mengchen away from the cliff where he could reach a very high realm, until he detonated the two Black Centurions.

Qiao Mengchen is not stupid, the heat in his hand is like pinching a living thing—it must be the tiger's head handle that is doing the trick. Sure enough, while the opponent was distracted from taking care of the wounded, he raised his hand to take a look, and the hideous tiger head seemed to become more satisfied, the kind of pleasure after killing!

At first, I was worried that I would not be able to kill the other party, but now the problem is solved: without the blood-stealing sword, I dare not go wild in the wilderness? The weave is not convinced!

Just when he was feeling relieved, the Ten Captains of the Flower Immortal, who had lost the support of the Immortal Wisdom, quickly returned to their original state, and they hurriedly turned the direction of the Beast Cloud Flying Armor, preparing to run away.

Black Lingti doesn't want to run, although it can't speak, but it's also a ghost. Sex. The cultivation dog that wants to be created, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity makes it burst out with more beastliness. The Dark Blood Bat hesitated, but finally flapped its wings and followed Si Wusha and the others.

Although the mind is hot, Black Lingti is really a rare improved variety; Moreover, even if the flying armor is not there, the beast cloud magnetic field formed before can last for a while, and no matter how bad it is, the black spirit can still cling to the mountain wall and slowly descend.

Black Lingti barked wildly, shaking his mouth full of black dead saliva and coming straight to Qiao Mengchen's head and neck. This time it was extremely fast, and Qiao Mengchen, who was stupid and researched weaving, could only subconsciously turn his head. It was late, and his left shoulder was tightened, and he had been captured by the hollow canines of Black Lingti. Qiao Mengchen was furious, his right hand was handed over to his left hand, and he grabbed the shoulder hair of the black Lingti with his bare palm, and even the belt meat, and forcibly tore off a handful of black hair.

In any case, the screams of most dogs in the world are the same. The crying continued, and the Black Spirit devoured Qiao Mengchen's right hand, as if it had decided that it was the first target. Taking advantage of the moment it loosened its mouth, Qiao Mengchen stabbed it with a backhand, weaving impartially, and hitting the ugly dog head of Black Lingti who was infinitely panicked.

So sharp! The wide open dog's mouth was killed, the barking stopped abruptly, and the corners of the mouth dripping with black death saliva could never be closed.

After coming and going in the blink of an eye, he did not do the hellhound with a keen sense of smell, and Qiao Mengchen realized that because he was too nervous, the sea of qi actually closed by itself, so that the falcon loom lost its outer protection, which led to the bite of the shoulder. He hurriedly adjusted his breath, and finally stopped the tumbling and falling figure.

He looked back to check the condition of his left shoulder, and the dead dog that was still smoking, still hanging from the weave. With Qian Yigang's sea beast cloak as protection, the Black Spirit failed to bite through his skin. Despite this, there were two rows of holes in the shoulders, and the flesh-red lining under the fine velvet was exposed.

Grandma's, what a treasure was destroyed like this! Qiao Mengchen cursed a few words of hatred, and couldn't help but lift the corpse and kick it a few times. The black reels were bigger than a calf, but they were firmly nailed to the weave like a skewer, and they couldn't be kicked off for a moment.

It is said that the dead bones are still there, but in the cracked mouth of the black Lingti, there is not even half a tooth, and some are just a mouth full of unreal "fangs". Moreover, immediately following the soul of the black spirit dissipated, the qi teeth slowly disappeared with the wind, turning into wisps of extremely fishy black gas, and disappeared.

Dragging such a huge "prey" is really inconvenient. Qiao Mengchen simply flew back to the ridge and swung his weaver to hit the stone with the dog, only then did he drop the disgusting "skewers".

Finished! Tulqi was still in the hands of the underworld, and he only realized this verse after venting his anger. Looking up at the sky, he found that the beast cloud flying armor had disappeared in the surrounding clouds. He was unwilling, urging the falcon to search up and down the cover, and when he saw the clouds, he poked them until he was too tired to move.

Hey, in this inexplicable world, Brother Erqi, you can only ask for more blessings, and Qiao's own future has not yet been clarified!

On the way back, although the Dragon Tooth Sword could not be obtained, no matter what, I had to go back and give an explanation to the old patriarch of the Heavenly Punishment Clan, Uncle Chou, after all, I still had to rely on their five-color stone to return to blood and continue my life.

It's good to choose an astronomy major, you know astronomy and geography, and you're worried that you'll get lost in an alien exoterous land? Not at all.

Seeing the position of the sun, Qiao Mengchen urged the sea of qi to fill the falcon sweeping cover, and flew back to the correct trajectory steadily: a heavy sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The sky is very blue and refreshing, and the mood is ...... It's okay, but the shoulder is a little dull pain. Qiao Mengchen took off the sea beast coat, and there was a clear smiley face pattern on his left shoulder!

What kind of smiling face is this?

Qiao Mengchen desperately turned his head to see more clearly, but the pattern was a little to the left of the trapezius muscle, basically between seeing and not seeing.

Don't believe me? Try it yourself?

He reached out and touched it, the touch was undulating, and his skin was slightly swollen. He cursed a few more words, ignoring the fact that the wound had suddenly turned into a hot pain mode, and he wanted to continue the trip with his clothes on. As soon as the tattered sea beast cloak touched the skin, a wisp of black smoke rose up, and the smell of burnt fur instantly filled the invisible air hood of the falcon sweeper, forcing Qiao Mengchen to stop the sea of qi and lower the height to facilitate the black smoke to disperse.

It was only then that Qiao Mengchen came back to his senses, it was his means to underestimate the Black Spirit. You must know that Qian Yigang's ancestral sea beast clothes can be used to this day, and it is an extraordinary thing that is invincible to water and fire.

It wasn't until the leather coat that covered the smiley face pattern was burned away, revealing swollen skin, that the Cerberus Poison lurking under the epidermis didn't stop. As a result, the last intact garment on the body also became ragged and porous. Now, the great intergalactic adventurer has been transformed into a beggar who is not too far from a broken bowl to beg for food.

There is still a long way to go, and there are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from returning to the deep sea, and Qiao Mengchen has to carry it over there and then fall. However, this evil poison was so powerful that after flying less than a meal, he felt his heart beat faster and the hot poison gradually spread to his whole body.

It should be dark when I go to the Infinite Abyss Rock, and I don't have time to pay attention to this side of the sky, but there are actually many feathered birds lingering in it. The highest flying birds are some dark blue climbing eagles.

The climbing eagle, which is stronger than an elephant, is actually a distant relative of the woodpecker, and is a harmless beneficial bird for humans and animals. However, these are very different in front of them, and they like to go in and out of clouds that are similar to their body color. If you look closely, before you get into the clouds, the feathers on your body are still dry, and when you come out, they are all wet, and you all look contented.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Mengchen thought dizzily, could it be that the clouds are full of water, and these climbing eagles have always loved cleanliness, so they flew inside to take a bath, and then went to talk about love refreshed?

Many times, ordinary people are really not as good as birds, beasts, fish and insects, they think too much, but what they get is always contrary to their dreams. So, a singer sang: "I would like to be a little bird, I just want to fly higher......

Wanting to get dizzy all the way, Qiao Mengchen forgot when he started again.

It's not too early to see the sun, so if you don't take advantage of the light to walk as long as possible, it will be very troublesome when it gets dark. There were still endless mountains below, although they were not as tall as the Infinite Abyss Rock, but his intuition told him that the place where the black cloud suppressed the evil fog hoarded must not be a good place, and who knew what kind of evil was lurking in between.

He gritted his teeth and calculated his speed, thinking about flying over this treacherous mountain the size of the Qaidam Basin before stopping. However, the plan could never catch up with the change, and less than five minutes later, as soon as it was dark before his eyes, the man fell from the sky, and drifted west with the wind.