The picture is really over here, but although the picture is over, Hao Lang's mind keeps thinking about the meaning of these pictures. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Obviously, when these images are superimposed, it is a relatively complete story. And judging from the fragments of the story, the owner of the corpse that Hao Lang put away is actually the one who built these spaces and caves!

These contents are presented in the picture, but there are still some things that are not clear enough.

For example, who is the man in black armor? Why did he confront the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals? Who was the big red he caught? Why did he tie up the big red robe? And why are so many of these spaces being built? What is his purpose?

Also, since his mana is so profound, why did he choose to sit in a small hole in the end, how could he die if he was as powerful as him?

Of course, the one thing Hao Lang cares about the most is why does this person have a face that is exactly the same as himself?

Hao Lang couldn't figure out these questions, and he didn't even have a direction. He just thought that he had heard the Xuannu nagging before, and there were a large number of immortals and demons reincarnated, so could he be the reincarnation of this man?

If so, what is the identity of this man? Immortal? Demon? Goblin? Ghost? Or something else?

Even thinking far-reaching, Hao Lang had always thought that his encounter with Xuannu was an accident. But what if not?

In the vast sea of people, there are so many idlers. The reason why Xuannu accurately found him and chose him was that it had something to do with this black-armored man?

There are too many questions to figure out, which makes Hao Lang have a headache to death. Habitually moving, when he encountered something annoying, he subconsciously slapped his forehead a few times.

However, at this time, Hao Lang was suddenly stunned for a moment, because he suddenly remembered that his head had just inserted the little stick into it.

It's just that those sudden pictures are so shocking that Hao Lang can't help but immerse himself in them, and ignores the fact that he has a stick stuck in his head.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that this stubble was coming, Hao Lang couldn't help but feel afraid for a while, and sweated down his neck.

He quickly reached out and touched the door of his head, where the stick had been inserted. However, this touch, Hao Lang was stunned again, he didn't touch the wound he imagined, not even a little blood, and it was smooth and tender to the touch.

Hao Lang was a little confused, did he see it wrong? No, it's really real, and besides, there is a heavy feeling in his head now.

Hao Lang followed this feeling and wanted to feel this thing in his head. However, with such a feeling, an amazing scene happened.

It doesn't matter what he feels, Hao Lang actually saw the situation in his body, his meridians, blood vessels, organs, brain, every inch of muscle, every heartbeat, these things in the body, Hao Lang actually saw them all with his eyes.

"Look inward!" As a person who has lived his entire four years of college life with fantasy novels, Hao Lang immediately thought of this word.

And when he looked inward, he still found the stick in the end, and it floated quietly in Hao Lang's head, the size of an ear spoon, and the whole body was black.

It's just that this time Hao Lang has more feelings about the stick, although it is floating in his mind, Hao Lang has a feeling that he is controlling it with his hands.

Cold, hard, a bit like an iron tool in winter, this is the touch that this rod brings to Hao Lang, it is not comfortable, but it is very steady.

Looking at this stick carefully, Hao Lang found that on its stick, it turned out to be engraved with many simple patterns, which was very beautiful and mysterious.

Although it was now the size of a small buttoned ear spoon, Hao Lang did not dare to underestimate it. After all, Hao Lang has seen the appearance of this stick when it gets bigger, and the power is really extraordinary, so it should be the magic weapon of the black-armored man.

It's just that why this magic weapon has become so small now, and it still runs into my head! Could it be that he is really the reincarnation of this black armor man? Hao Lang was a little complicated in his heart......

There is a difference between a stick and a stick, the top and bottom sides are thick, and the one that hurts the enemy by stabbing someone is called a stick. The top is thick and the bottom is thin, or the upper and lower sections are thick, and the middle is slender.

Now the small button ear spoon in Hao Lang's head is two thick, thin in the middle, and the appearance of a standard mallet.

A mallet just got into my head, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

But what is certain is that not all say that a good baby can automatically recognize the owner, such a baby can be regarded as following himself, Hao Lang is still a little proud and excited in his heart.

Tentatively, Hao Lang wanted to test whether he could control the stick to fly out of his body again. Hao Lang didn't know how to get it, so he could only try to touch, soothe, and control it with his own feelings.

Not to mention, as Hao Lang's consciousness and thoughts converged on this stick, the stick really moved slowly. It's just that the speed is very, very slow, only a few centimeters in half a day, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.

And it takes Hao Lang's energy to make it move, just after a while, Hao Lang is a little dizzy and nauseous, and he feels extremely tired, as if it is similar to the feeling of motion sickness.

As a last resort, he only held on for a short while, and Hao Lang quickly gave up.

However, giving up is giving up, but Hao Lang is still very happy in his heart, he didn't expect that he could really control it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work now, when one day I can completely control it, it will be similar to the flying sword of Xiaotian and Xuannu, who will I be afraid of at that time!

What a mountain tire, what a night owl, in the past, it was all done with a stick!

Hao Lang had a sweet dream for a while, but he also knew that now was not the time to think about this, for the sake of today, it was better to get out of the cave quickly, and it was more important to be together with Lao Ben and Xiaotian.

Standing up and tidying up his body and thoughts, after easing down for a while, Hao Lang cautiously bowed three more times to the corpse wrapped in clothes, and finally turned around and left without looking back......

The road ahead is long and obstructive, and Hao Lang has a hammer. This mallet can become bigger or smaller, save people, and kill people, and become a demon and a Buddha in just one thought.

Hao Lang still can't think about it so much, what he really feels now, the best experience that this mallet has brought to him, is that it is there, it is cold and cold, and the original hot environment seems to have been reduced by a few points.

The mallet can also be used as a small fan......