After Fu Nanxing was scolded, he didn't get angry.

Since leaving the Heavenly Tower alive, this Shen Lian clan's admiration for the patriarch has reached an irreparable level, just like the gods.

If the patriarch says that he is not dead, then he will definitely not die.

"Hey, don't play dead, get up and punch twice." Fu Nanxing leisurely cocked his index finger and tail finger, and said defiantly.

After Andariel's transformation, the Shen Lian people have not yet made a move, and they have been eager to try.

Fu Nanxing had an intuition that the current Andariel had no opponents except for the battle submarine and the patriarch who couldn't beat it.

For this reason, he really wanted to find someone to test it, and the Bianliang who claimed to be unbeatable was naturally the best opponent.

However, there was still no response.

Fu Nanxing was a little puzzled, took out a piloting helmet from his side, put it on his head directly, and began to use his soul to control the genus.

A thin red hair floated from Andariel's slender hair, slowly squirming around Bianliang's body.

There was a black line, which seemed to flow out of the hair, and it was drawn on Bianliang's body.

The black line, like ink on wet paper, instantly became thick and large, and finally stained Bianliang's entire body black.

After that, the blackened body turned into carbon powder washed by the seawater like black charcoal.

Bianliang's body was completely shattered.

"Hey, are you dead?" This time, Fu Nanxing asked cautiously, and he was still very scared.

Just now the patriarch said that Bianliang couldn't die, in other words, he couldn't die.

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The surroundings were quiet, except for the black charcoal-like powder being blown away by the seawater, there was no movement.

Fu Nanxing's heart became more and more weak, and he shouted again: "Are you dead?" ”

Still no answer.

The Shen Lian clan suddenly controlled Andariel to stride away, shouting as they walked: "Bianliang, you run there!" ”

After Luo Qinghan heard this, he became even more angry, and shouted loudly: "Fu Nanxing, Brother Bian is my friend, don't make a mistake!" ”

The patriarch of the Shen Lian clan muttered to himself in his heart: This Fu Nanxing, in addition to good luck, has a lot of ability to cause trouble, didn't he just say that before the four miracles are in hand, he can't be an enemy of Bianliang! Such a disobedient chess piece, it is better to give up it earlier.

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Fu Nanxing looked at his incomparably soft right hand, smiled thiefly, and then responded: "Yes, patriarch, I'll come here." ”

Andariel walked back quickly, and suddenly, the Shen Lian clan felt a little tingling in their heads, and when they looked back, the long hair that had been dragged out had broken in the air.

What's going on! Andariel paused and began to look at the place where the hair had broken off.

It was a very strange area, like a transparent space in the middle of the sea, not a lot of space, the size of a thumb.

What's there? Andariel waved his hair again, and another trace of long red hair floated over, and the ending was still the same, the invincible poisonous hair, after passing through that area, was directly cut in two, without warning, and without energy fluctuations.

It's like there's a knife that blows and breaks hair, cutting off all the strands of hair that pass by.

"Hey, the submarine, fire a cannon and aim here!" Andariel shouted loudly, pointing with his claws at the transparent space.

The battle submarine, which received the order, did not sit idle, and immediately sent out a "human cannon".

A huge black curtain rose from the armor of the battle submarine, like an incomparably sharp knife, cutting straight into the transparent space, and at the same time, countless cracks appeared in the bottom of the sea.

As soon as the cracks saw the curtain of light, they burrowed through it like moths to a fire, and some of them swooped down on Andariel and the transparent space around it.

Andariel was not afraid of these streamers, and his hair was curled, and all the ribbons were tied up like ropes, and black lines flowed from his hair, and the ribbons quickly curled up and shrunk before disappearing.

The ribbons on the light curtain were even worse, it was really like a moth falling into the fire, and there was not even a single scum left.

Only the streamers in the transparent space are the most weird, as if they have been inserted into a vase, the head does not move, and the tail frantically shakes, making a "whoosh" sound.

"It's pretty impressive." Andariel complimented, and at the same time took a step back, making room for the human cannon.

Fu Nanxing originally planned to use Andariel's power to destroy that transparent space, but he suddenly changed his mind because he wanted to see the power of the human cannon.

According to rumors, the human cannon of the battle submarine is invincible in the world, but in fact, few people have seen it, for two reasons, the first is because there are too few enemies who can make the battle submarine dispatch, and the second is that the human cannon is too slow, and it is basically impossible to hit a moving target, unless it is a fixed target.

This time, Fu Nanxing saw that the transparent space would not move, so he had such an idea, and the facts proved that his luck was indeed very good.

Because that space is something like beeswax given by black smoke.

The thing was about to absorb his memories after it had smashed into Bianliang's soul energy, and the thing became transparent, as if all the white cotton wool inside the beeswax had been pulled away.

Bianliang's already small memories were all attached to the transparent thing, which made the thing look unreal, like a layer of transparent plastic paper wrapped around the glass.

If there was no such layer of paper, Fu Nanxing would definitely reach out directly when he saw the beeswax-like thing.

The indestructible thing, when absorbing memories, became extremely slow, which also made Bianliang, who had lost his intuition, finally slowly wake up.

"Who are you?" In Bianliang's memory, that thing emitted the white light of the sun, both familiar and unfamiliar.

A few strands of white cotton wool converged in the depths of Bianliang's memory, and finally a man's back appeared.

The man was dressed in a silver-white robe, with a belt like a fish around his waist, his hands behind his back, his head held high, and at first glance, he looked extremely arrogant.

"Why, you forgot about me so soon?" The man said disdainfully to Bianliang's memory.

"Who the hell are you?" Bian Liang felt that the voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, and asked again.

The man snorted coldly, "That's right, Long Lian sealed your memory, you don't even remember who you are, how can you remember me." ”

It's Long Lian again, how come these inexplicable things are endless, Bian Liang was a little angry in his heart, and shouted loudly in his memory: "Talk about people!" ”

The man laughed, "You poor creature who doesn't have a destiny deserves to listen to me, so let me destroy your memories and your soul that can carry your destiny." ”

Then, the man's fish-like belt floated up without warning, like a rope, tightly strangling Bianliang's memory, as if it was strangling a person's neck.

At this moment, a strange black curtain appeared behind the man, blackening the man's white robe.

The man was furious, dropped the sentence "looking for death", and disappeared into Bianliang's memory.