Chapter Seventy-Seven: Mr. Mo's Special Skills
Void Immortal, Spirit Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Golden Immortal, Da Luo Golden Immortal. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
This is the universal immortal level division in the universe.
For every powerful race, the spirit immortals are only close to the level of cannon fodder. For the Maha Immortal Clan, they are not even cannon fodder.
The people of the Maha Immortal clan are earth immortals as soon as they are born, and their combat power is absolutely crushing the heavenly immortals, so if you want cannon fodder, you must at least be in the realm of heavenly immortals.
However, this does not mean that the spirit immortals are weak, especially for Mr. Mo, who is only a mortal at the moment. You must know that if no one stops it, a Void Immortal is enough to destroy a heaven and earth. If it was a fairy-level zombie, then Mr. Mo simply committed suicide, and it was pure delusion to resist or something.
In other words, using a fairy or something to describe zombies, it is really full of disobedience~
"Don't be so impulsive, meow~ Under the suppression of Dazun, immortal-level power is not allowed."
The Void Meow who fell to the ground was not angry at all, and still calmly said in her mischievous tone,
"After getting the virus, it took me a little time to completely parse it, and I managed to create various versions of the virus, and the one currently used here is a version that has been weakened countless times, only slightly stronger than mortals. In addition, there are many restrictions, in fact, in a few days, they will all die, so there is no need to worry about it! Let's have a happy laugh! Meow~"
In the end, Void Meow also ripped the corners of her mouth with her claws to make a funny smile.
"Hmph...... I believe your words, but I'm going to go to Xiao Mo to make sure he's safe. ”
Although he was still dissatisfied with False Meow, Mu Xiaoxiao reluctantly accepted her words, because it was still possible for Mr. Mo to survive the zombie tide.
"No! You can't touch him now! After transcending this reincarnation, you can't interfere with the development of the world at will, and even if you meet Xiao Mo, you must exist as the original owner of your occupied body, and you can't reveal any information about reincarnation to him, otherwise Dazun will throw you out immediately, and you will not be allowed to enter this reincarnation again. So let's watch everything with me~"
"Damn!"
Mu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, looking extremely unwilling, but she was helpless, so she had to accept the suggestion of the false meow. However, if Mr. Mo really encounters a situation where he is unable to return to the sky, even if he has to pay the price of being thrown out of this world and unable to interfere again, Mu Xiaoxiao will have to take action.
Because ah...... Mr. Mo is her most important lover, even if Mr. Mo can't remember her......
At this time, Mr. Mo's side can be said to have encountered the only difficult situation in his life.
In order to prevent the tip of the crowbar from hooking into the zombie's head, Mr. Mo chose to kill the zombie with the blunt end, and in order to ensure that every blow could shatter the head, he gave his full strength every time without reservation.
There are about 20 zombies on the street, and Mr. Mo has killed more than 10 of them while running, and he is approaching the end of the street, but most of his physical strength has been consumed.
What made Mr. Mo a little desperate was that more than a dozen zombies appeared at the end, just blocking the road.
Mr. Mo suddenly understood a little bit what the previous roar was for, it turned out to be to gather the same kind.
Although they may drive their own kind out of a certain range when eating, they have no sense of going it alone when it comes to hunting living people.
If there were sharp weapons such as swords, Mr. Mo wouldn't have to be so embarrassed. As long as he easily cut off his head or cut off his tendons, Mr. Mo can simply kill one back and forth.
However, there are no ifs in reality.
Mr. Mo is still facing a near-death situation.
At present, there are few who can come to his rescue. Xiaoqiu should fight fiercely at school and wait for his arrival; The people of the mysterious organization may be watching from the sidelines, expecting him to put on a great show; The police and the citizens who acted bravely, Mr. Mo said that he was basically dead, and even if he didn't die, it was impossible to have the spare strength to come out and save him.
So...... You still have to save yourself!
Mr. Mo, who was determined to fight the trapped beasts, was highly concentrated and ready to fight to the death.
Don't look at Mr. Mo, who doesn't know any big moves, he can usually just throw a pencil knife or something, and he was beaten up by Yu Xingyun before, he still has a trick, a trick that only exists in imagination.
Mr. Mo had heard of the unity of man and sword, but he had never understood the principle, but he found another way to reach a similar realm of unity of man and sword - the extension of consciousness!
Previously, under the guidance of Lao Ding, Mr. Mo had a rough grasp of consciousness. Consciousness is formless and formless, and there is no trace to be found, if it were not for Lao Ding, Mr. Mo would probably never have noticed its existence.
And after learning how to retract consciousness from his arms and other places, Mr. Mo made an attempt to inject consciousness into objects, and he succeeded.
It can only be said that it is a very wonderful thing, it is obviously just an ordinary dead thing that bears no resemblance to the human structure, but after being injected into consciousness, it is like an extension of the body, and there is an extra limb on the body, whether it is touching and squeezing, or the temperature change, it can be clearly felt.
If you don't guess wrong, after the so-called consciousness evolution reaches a certain level, it is the immortal consciousness in Lao Ding's mouth, but the gap between them is like cloud mud, and Mr. Mo does not feel that his short life can reach the level of one-ten-thousandth, which is the difference between the abyss in the realm.
Although he tried to inject consciousness into the item and roughly estimated the speed of consciousness consumption, Mr. Mo was still not sure that he could use this trick well in battle, and he didn't know much about the effect it could achieve, but Mr. Mo still used it decisively, after all, he was just such a trick, and he would hang up if he didn't need it!
At that moment, Mr. Mo injected his consciousness from the perspective of consciousness into the crowbar.
After a few days of intentional or unintentional exercise, Mr. Mo's consciousness has condensed a lot, compared to the previous thin and smoky consciousness, now there are more silk-like consciousness, but it is still not substantial, it just looks like it.
After his consciousness entered the crowbar, Mr. Mo felt it, the rough rust, the sticky blood, and the sharpness of piercing the air when swinging. Like an arm stretched out, the senses expanded, and the body became one with the cold metal.
There is a problem with the way of power, and the length of the grip is not good...... Almost as soon as he was injected into his consciousness, Mr. Mo discovered many of the problems that had existed before, and immediately instinctively made just the right adjustments.
So, go ahead......
Mr. Mo's expression was calm, his body was like the wind, he rushed forward, and the crowbar in his hand slammed into the face of an oncoming zombie, and then continued to run, ignoring the zombie that had not yet fallen, because the feeling of a broken skull from the end of the crowbar told him that the zombie was dead.
Although the zombies have a lot of strength, the behavior pattern is too simple, and as long as Mr. Mo evades, there is basically no possibility of being attacked by zombies.
His only concern was physical exertion, and the use of impure consciousness infusion weapons was only to conserve physical strength.
A two-kilometer breakthrough is a fierce battle!