A halberd nailed the old man who didn't ask his name until the end on the bench, but Pan Long sighed in his heart.

(Alas!I still can't hold my breath!)

He actually knew that the most advantageous choice now was to pretend to be persuaded by the other party, try to get the safest and most stable awakening medicine, and leave this world directly after taking the medicine, ignore nothing, and just get the benefits.

He also knew that even if he wanted to eradicate evil, he should first get the medicine.

But he just couldn't help it.

If this halberd doesn't stab out, he won't be happy!

But after the halberd was stabbed, he had some regrets.

(After all, there is no way to have the best of both worlds...... ）

After sighing, he turned his head to observe the various equipment in the basement, and his eyes first fell on the bookshelves.

The data of these people's research should be here, and they may be able to find the new awakening drug they want by comparing these data.

Coming to the bookshelf, he took a look at it and took out one of the manuals that was more obviously worn.

When I opened the manual, there was a record of the experiment.

After only reading a few pages, Pan Long couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and felt that he had the right halberd just now - these experiments were almost all using innocent people who were tricked or captured as materials, and the way of the experiment was inhumane, and after the experiment was over, those experimental subjects who survived were directly killed and destroyed.

"I shouldn't have let him die so happily!" he scolded hatefully.

Just then, he suddenly heard something.

Pan Long hurriedly turned his head, but saw the old man who was nailed to the chair by the halberd, and the old man who should have died a long time ago, opened his eyes again.

But there was not much wisdom in his eyes, more cloudiness and confusion.

"I ...... Root...... Don't want to ......," he said in a very low, staccato and slurred voice.

As he spoke, his body began to twist into strange shapes, and his hands and feet were twisted like twisted flowers.

Pan Long frowned, and before he could finish speaking, a cold light flashed in his hand, and he took out the Broken Enemy Knife and swung it out.

The sword was as bright as snow, and the old man and the chair under his body were cut in two by him.

When he played the game back then, he always wondered why in those games, when the protagonist saw that the villain was going to transform, he stood there honestly and watched, patiently waiting for the villain's transformation to end, and then started a big war?

Isn't this making things more difficult for yourself?

Wouldn't it be more convenient to cut the enemy in two or shoot the head with one shot while the enemy has not yet transformed?

Anyway, he wouldn't do that kind of stupid thing himself, as soon as he saw that this old man was going to transform, it would be a knife without saying a word!

Dreaming!

The old man was cut in two by him, and blood spurted all over the ground, but his body was still twisted and deformed, and it seemed that he still had to transform.

Pan Long frowned more and more, remembering Marianne and Lady Anne, who had become "calamity" in the first place.

At that time, even if they were stabbed in two, they could continue to fight. It's nothing more than a big tentacle monster to a few small tentacle monsters. Only by throwing them into the flames, or even sprinkling them with a handful of salt, can they restrain their terrible vitality and burn them to ashes.

It seems that this old man has similar abilities.

Thinking about it, since the so-called "calamity" was originally researched by him, it was impossible for him not to prepare a potion for himself to transform at a critical moment.

Although Pan Long couldn't remember exactly when he took the medicine...... Maybe he designed himself a drug that would work automatically as soon as he died?

Thinking in his heart, Pan Long did not stop in his hand, and the revenge knife kept waving.

The snow-like sword light surged in the air, and in an instant, the old man's body had been cut into many small pieces by him.

Pan Long didn't give up, put away the knife and halberd, raised his hand and slapped it out.

His palm power is deep and strong, but with a scorching heat, it is the internal force that produces high temperatures, simulating the effect of fire.

Pan Jiatie's palm already has the means to use scorching training, and even transform palm power into heat. Although there is a slight gap in heating efficiency compared to kung fu such as "Fire Cloud Palm" and "Flame Knife", the lack of technology can be compensated for with strength.

After all...... Powerful bricks fly, don't they?

The operation of internal forces produces hot and cold effects, which is not a unique skill in the Kyushu world, and many ordinary martial artists will. And when the cultivation reaches the innate realm, can sense the vitality of heaven and earth, and even has an endless stream from the outside to the inside, the use of these skills has almost become instinctive, even if you haven't learned it before, you can do it with a little thought.

The innate realm has broken through the limits of ordinary people. A master who has reached this realm, it is okay to exaggerate and call it a "land immortal". Dengping water, snapping fingers and thundering, destroying gold and jade, burning wood and condensing ice...... These are nothing more than differences in the way the internal forces are operated. The internal force of the innate master is strong enough, and it doesn't need any special training, think about it a little, there is a general direction, and the rest is a matter of course.

Of course, the innate masters are not really land immortals, and those real grandmasters can be called genuine "land immortals".

Not to mention anything else, real grandmasters can generally fly.

Although it may be faster for them to run than to fly, being able to fly is a completely different nature!

If Pan Long tried his best, he could barely glide in the air for a moment or two. If the wind is stronger, he can even ride the wind and glide for three or five miles in one breath.

But gliding and flying are obviously two different things.

Not to mention that a True Grandmaster can fly high into the sky, even above the clouds. And he can only glide at low altitudes, and he is only thirty or fifty feet above the ground when he reaches the sky.

In Journey to the West, Patriarch Bodhi said that Sun Wukong, who has not yet learned to somersault clouds, does not use "soaring clouds and driving fog", but "climbing clouds". Referring to this statement, the real grandmaster is riding the clouds and riding the wind, and Pan Long is probably "climbing the wind" now.

But no matter what, he can always "climb the wind" and can be called a real master.

With a wave of the palm, the scorching breath suddenly permeated the entire basement, and the corpse of the old man who was hit by the palm force dried up quickly, and the clothes burned directly.

With this burning, the change of the corpse suddenly stopped.

After a few moments, all that remained was charred pieces on the ground. If you look closely, these pieces are barely human, and if you find a good one, you may be able to put them back together into a barely intact corpse.

Pan Long took out the halberd again, smashed it with one blow, completely smashed these pieces, then took out a leather bag, put them all in it, poured at least half a catty of salt into the bag by the way, and shook it vigorously to make them stir evenly.

"When you get out, find a sunny spot for you to get some sun. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will clean you up completely, and I won't let you have a chance to become a scourge!"

As he was talking, he suddenly moved his ears slightly, and heard a voice in the distance.

The voice was a mess, but it was the cry of countless lizards, mixed with the screams of a man.

"What's going on? Why is it suddenly out of control? Help!"

The man's screams stopped abruptly, and the lizards' voices grew closer.

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, and then guessed the reason.

The old man was afraid that he had already designed it, and once he died, the lizards would get out of control and destroy everything here to destroy the evidence.

As for the rest of the people here...... Of course, I can only bury him.

"It's vicious!"

He cursed, put away all the books in the room, and walked up the stairs.

Above is a small house that looks like an ordinary hunter's hut. There was a bonfire in the house, and two people were sleeping.

Pan Long used his stealth to walk past them silently, looked around, and made sure that there was no one else here, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

It's amazing that the old nest of a mastermind behind the scenes is so poorly furnished!

But when he thought about it, this place was hidden enough that they wouldn't have found it if it weren't for a coincidence. Not to mention finding the basement.

Moreover, from the discovery of the strange lizard swarm to Pan Long's breaking into the basement, it was actually only a few days before and after. Maybe this old man still has the idea of luck, thinking that others can't break through the barrier of the lizard swarm?

He went back to the basement and walked down the passage in the direction of the huge cavern.

After walking for a while, I saw countless lizards fighting a monster.

The monster had an anemone-like form, with at least three or four people hugging each other on huge stakes as thick as they were nailed to the ground, and countless tentacles stretched out in all directions. These tentacles are very powerful, and they are covered with spikes, once the lizards are entangled, they are immediately pierced, and then countless spikes suck blood together, and in just a few seconds, a lizard will be sucked dry of all its blood and turned into a dried corpse.

Then, the monster throws away the dried corpse and goes to catch other lizards.

With this process, the monster's body continues to grow larger, and the tentacles grow longer and more.

But the lizards were not one-sided, they frantically tore at the monster's body, occasionally biting off a tentacle or biting off a piece of flesh. Then, these tentacles and flesh are eaten, and the lizards that eat them will also become larger, and the skin and scales will become very strong.

Among those lizards, two or three of them have grown in size several times, and compared to other lizards, it is like the difference between a giant and a child.

The tentacles entangled around them more than once, but the spikes on them could not pierce their already sturdy bodies at all, but were bitten off by them each time, and then eaten in reverse.

But as the monster grew bigger and its tentacles thicker, maybe after a while, it might not be able to strangle the lizards with its tentacles.

Pan Long watched this war between monsters and monsters from afar, and did not mean to intervene in the past.

It's not a good thing on either side, dog eats dog, he just looks lively.

Anyway, it's still far from the ground, so don't worry about these monsters rushing out and seeing the excitement, why not?

After about half an hour, the lizards that kept rushing over finally defeated the monster with their numerical superiority.

No matter how many tentacles grow, it can't help but be endless with the lizards. As more and more mutations become larger in these lizards, its situation becomes more and more unfavorable.

Eventually, most of its tentacles were bitten off, and countless lizards swarmed up and tore it apart completely.

When the monster was torn apart and eaten by the swarm of lizards, it let out a low, dying wail.

Pan Long watched motionlessly and did not pass.

It wasn't until the lizards had eaten the monsters and continued to rush over that he nodded and took out his revenge sword.

Wipe your fingers on the back of the knife, squeeze out some blood with internal force, and apply it to the back of the knife. So the word "hatred" on the knife became bright and bright.

He slowly raised his knife and charged towards the swarm of lizards.

The light of the knife flickered in the tunnel, and with each swing, many lizards were cut in two.

This kind of lizard has not been chopped up and can continue to turn into monsters, but after a while, the mutated large lizards that rushed to the front have been killed by him.

But Pan Long did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Now that you're here, you're going to clean it up!

The long knife was swung continuously, and not a single knife missed.

Countless lizards were lying under his knife, all of them in one or two sections.

After a few moments, he walked to the platform and looked down from afar.

I saw that in the dark cave below, countless black shadows were wriggling, and I didn't know how many lizards there were!

"It's incredible, what do so many lizards eat?" he couldn't help but sigh, "If this technology can be improved and used in the Kyushu world, maybe enough people in Kyushu can have meat......"

With that, he leaped into the cave and jumped out of the cave.

The sword is like snow, wielding freely in the air.

Countless lizards rushed in all directions, but none of them could get close to him.

He walked slowly through the massive cavern, leaving countless corpses in his wake.

No matter how these lizards came to be, or what they are for, this weird and dangerous thing should be exterminated after all!

Not to mention the dangers they can pose to people, just the sheer number of them...... If they were to get rid of it, it would definitely cause a natural disaster!

If they can maintain this rate of reproduction, if they are rushed out - Pan Long can imagine what a terrifying sight it would be for an endless army of lizards to sweep across all directions in the night!

And...... If they rush to the Holy Salt City......

Maybe the people of the entire Holy Salt City combined may not have enough for them to eat.

These guys are just too dangerous!

He didn't know how long he had been killed, and in the end, he could no longer hear the sound of lizards nearby, nor could he feel the breath of any living creatures around him, so he stopped.

Looking around, he could see a faint glimmer of light.

But it was already dawn, and the sun was shining in from the entrance of the cave.

This is a good killing, and it was killed overnight!