Excited, manic, longing, greedy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Hao silently felt the mood fluctuations transmitted back by the insects, his eyes were first confused, then incredulous, then turned into a faint suddenness, and finally irrepressible excitement.

The insect's thinking is very simple, and the expression of emotions is also unusually simple and straightforward, compared to the past memories, this kind of emotional fluctuation, only when facing the golden soul, Qin Hao felt such a strong and restless thought in the insect.

And when I thought about it again, this is where Qingyu Longtan is located, the purpose of his coming here, some of the information he got on the forum in his previous life, where can he not understand what it is, the fiery expression in his heart is outward, that is, there is a thick greed and blazing in his eyes.

"Dragon Soul Burial Crypt!"

Qin Hao subconsciously licked his hot mouth and blurted out.

This is the information that flowed out of the forum in the previous life, and it was also the original motivation that prompted Qin Hao to recruit step by step at the beginning.

The reason for this is the killing soundtrack given by the system, which will appear after each life harvest: "The target dies, extract soul energy." Gain experience points. ”

Obviously, killing is just a means, and extracting souls is the fundamental reason for his feedback from the system, so from the very beginning, Qin Hao has been thinking about a question, if there is a place full of embodied souls, then what will it mean to him?

It's like sneaking a wolf into a pack of lambs, it's like dropping a match on a piece of oil. Qin Hao cited that as the true definition of creation, although at that time, he himself didn't particularly want to understand how to obtain that creation, but does that matter?

It's like a locked treasure chest, the contents are so important to you that even if you don't know how to open it, you'll do everything you can to get your hands on it first.

Even now, Qin Hao still has a half-understanding of the soul and only has an ignorant concept, but this does not constitute a reason for Qin Hao to retreat in the slightest, even if it is only a little bit.

Greed is the original sin, and this sin can't stop Qin Hao's ambition and paranoia, let alone his bloody hands and firm steps.

There is nothing wrong with the trunk connecting to the Qingyu Dragon Pond, and the first thing to do is to go in.

Split a crack and get into it?

Qin Hao frowned, the connection with the insect in his mind was suddenly cut off, there are two possibilities for this situation, one is that a force has cut off the connection between them, and the other is that the insect has died.

As soon as the thought moved, five black kunai shot out, and were shot in five directions by five ghost bats in their mouths, and five tenacious fishing lines were wrapped around Qin Hao's left hand and five claws, and at the same time, Qin Hao's feet stepped at the same time, like an anti-aircraft cannon fired, crashing through the bottom of the lake and rushing towards the center of the tree trunk.

The five ghost bats, fluttering their wings, hung upside down and hung upside down below the bottom of the lake, still one meter away from the surface of the lake, like five stakes nailed to the air, and five cables connected Qin Hao.

The writing wheel eye rotated faintly, everything in front of him seemed to be calculated into slow motion, the brain was spinning rapidly, the five fingers of Qin Hao's left hand trembled like a piano hand, the fishing line collapsed in the water, and below the lake, the five ghost bats occasionally rotated the angle of their wings according to his instructions, driving the direction of force on the entire fishing line, everything was coordinated like the most precise gear, and there was no trace of error in tacit understanding.

"Ghost bats are more flexible to control!"

Qin Hao didn't have time to think about it, countless black tentacles in front of him suddenly opened and pierced from all directions.

"45 degrees, 30 degrees, 70 degrees. Little finger, ring finger, middle finger. ”

The pupils were occupied by black, a piece of data flashed in Qin Hao's mind, and the words in his mouth were like broken thoughts, and he came up with data that ordinary people could not understand, with the chaotic movements of his fingers, the five fishing lines suddenly contracted or lengthened, or changed their angles, and Qin Hao's body also became like a water snake at the same moment, twisting and shaking.

Forward, backward, abruptly changing direction, up and down, left and right, like a kite pulling a string, making all kinds of unbelievable movements in the lake, the body twisted, twisted and rotated, and again and again the black killing machine was avoided.

The five fingers of the right hand also changed gestures without a moment's pause, and the white bone bullets, like dense firepower nets, knocked away some tentacles that could not dodge.

These black substances, like wood but not wood, like flesh and not flesh, are weird, and they are unusually tenacious, they can break the finger bones of the rock, and only make a small opening on them, without substantial damage, and often need two or three phalanges to answer a tentacle at the same time to deflect it.

A thumb-thin cut was cut out on his arm, followed by cheeks, arms, thighs, and blood gurgling out of Qin Hao's body, and the mist penetrated into the turquoise lake water, which looked extremely beautiful.

"Closer, closer, closer."

Qin Hao was unmoved, his eyes widened, and he silently calculated the distance between each other in his heart, like a poisonous snake locking on his prey, closing the distance step by step, the snake hyacinth swallowed, and the poisonous fangs would bite the throat of the prey at any time.

"20 meters!"

"Eight Gates Dunjia - Open the door, open it!"

In an instant, Qin Hao's speed increased sharply, the five fingers of the brush trembled, the five fishing lines tightened suddenly, and the five ghost bats suddenly shot into the bottom of the lake, and the remaining momentum shot diagonally upward, and in the next moment, it flew past the bridge of Qin Hao's nose, and the tentacles in a circle were cut off, and the ghost bats were immediately broken into pieces.

"It's now!"

The last trace of pulling force driven by the five-finger fishing line suddenly added a layer of impact to Qin Hao, and the tentacles in front of him were broken together, and the speed at which the tentacles on both sides converged could not catch up with Qin Hao's impact at all.

Five fingers into a fist, aimed at the very center of the trunk, there is also an inconspicuous bulge in that place, like a bull's-eye, a bone sword that has not yet been completely devoured.

Qin Hao grinned, his mouth was full of fishy taste, there was lake water, and there was also his own blood, punching, straight punching, without any hesitation, in a breath, Qin Hao closed his fist, punched, kept shrinking, and even seemed to have a fist nailed to the bullseye of the trunk.

"Unstable Violence Trigger! Damage bonus 4%"

"Unstable Violence Trigger! Damage amplification by 7%"

"Unstable Violence Trigger! Damage bonus 5%"

"Superimposing. Damage stacks. Continues to stack."