The more inward, the closer to the place of retreat, the more solemn and solemn the atmosphere became.

But Lu Meng's laughter destroyed this solemnity.

Looking at the unkind gazes cast around him, Lu Meng suddenly felt bored, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand and said, "It's just a joke." ”

"Lord Mo is in retreat inside, Mr. Lu Meng, please put down your weapon." The guard stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, and said with some trepidation.

Who can not know the style of Lu Meng, the demon king of the mixed world.

Lord Mo can condone Lu Meng's offense, but they definitely can't do it.

It's just that Mr. Lu Meng will most likely ignore them......

Just as the guards were thinking like this, Lu Meng had already taken the first step and threw the slender combat knife about 1.5 meters long.

No mud and water.

Lu Meng's eyes were full of the devotion of the pilgrims, and he stepped through the retreat with a dashing and light step, and his steps were the lightest at this moment.

This made Lan Tai, a burly companion, pay more attention to it, and then shake his head with emotion.

Tick.

Water droplets drip from the tip of the stalactites and fall into shallow puddles, forming echoes in this silent hole**.

Pleasant sound waves escape one after another, forming a beautiful and moving melody.

Wet rocks underfoot, uneven pavement ahead.

The view grew wider and wider, and finally when the scene of rocks and rocks came to an abrupt end, the distant stretch and the mysterious metal barrier came into view.

Lu Meng stopped, staring at the metal gate and the figure in front of it.

The intricate patterns on the metal doors are shining brightly compared to a month ago.

In the dark environment, the huge metal pattern seemed to come to life.

"Lord Mo, your most humble follower, Lu Meng, greets you."

Lu Meng bowed elegantly, and his voice was soft and peaceful, with the beauty of oriental classical etiquette.

The four pairs of eyes on the side of the ink lord looked at each other at the same time, and the four figures had different expressions, but at the same time they showed their dislike for Lu Meng.

[Pretending guy.] 】

At this time, the burly man also stroked his chest and bowed.

"Lord Mo."

The voice is as calm as a mountain, crisp and neat, but just two words are inexplicably reassuring.

"Lantai." The ink lord opened his eyes, and his deep pupils revealed kindness.

Lan Tai bowed his head again, not surprised.

Only then did Lord Mo look at Lu Meng with a smile in his eyes, "What kind of reason are you looking for, let's talk about it." ”

Obviously, it was Lu Meng who took it upon himself to intercept the Murphy family's ironclad ship.

But looking at the expression of the ink master, there is not much blame, but a habitual look.

"Lord Mo, Lu Meng has treated the rules like child's play three times and five times."

"This time, if the slightest rumor leaks out, the disguise of the organization for many years will definitely come to naught."

The four people on his side spoke one after another, and the target was directly aimed at Lu Meng.

But Lu Meng still looked like he bowed his head reverently, unmoved at all, and this attitude was clearly another kind of indifference in the eyes of the four people.

When those doubts gradually subsided, Lu Meng raised his head with a smile on his face, "You are the wisest person in the world, and you are my eternal light." ”

"The monkeys of the Thousand Islands have successfully attracted more than half of the attention of the Western world and become an excellent cover for us, and now half of the orders in the international mercenary market are directed there."

"Also, I can't sit on such an ownerless and precious warship passing by in front of me."

"From the moment I saw it, there was always a voice in my heart telling me......"

"It's mine!"

Lu Meng is impassioned, with a sparkle in his eyes, and the ultimate paranoia is the ultimate self-confidence.

The content of these words made the other guys very angry.

"Lu Meng, this is simply your own selfish desire." A cold voice came.

"Of course, Mr. July, my loyalty has long been dedicated to our great cause, and my selfish desires are my purest loyalty to the organization."

Lu Meng turned his head and looked at the thin middle-aged man with a beard, smiling brightly.

The general assertion is so righteous and awe-inspiring, but there is no guilt on his face, and even in front of the ink master, he has always been such a hippie smiling face, looking at the entire stealing organization, this is also unique.

"Please decide." Mr. July glanced at Lu Meng and lowered his head towards Lord Mo.

"Don't take it as an example."

The ink lord waved his hand casually.

The four people, including Mr. July, looked at Lu Meng angrily at the same time.

Such a big mistake was unexpectedly revealed.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been with the leader for many years, anyone would have thought that this guy was not the illegitimate son of the ink lord.

"Your wisdom shines on our way forward."

Lu Meng responded with a grin, obviously he was also extremely happy to hear this result, which showed that the ink lord agreed with his statement.

Is there anything more touching than this trust in steel?

[The villain has a will. 】

This is the common view of Lu Meng in the eyes of the four cronies at this moment.

Their ideas are even more radical than Liu Mei's.

In order to maintain the authority of the Mo Lord, and for the needs of the growing organization, there is no need for such an uneasy and well-meaning guy around the Mo Lord.

"It's rare to have all the people today."

Lord Mo's words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"There's just something to announce."

Thing?

Announce?

has never been like gold, this sentence can be described as a bombshell.

Even the attitude of the ink lord is so solemn, then the next content can be imagined.

Lu Meng straightened up, squinted his eyes, and his unruly black hair looked cold and elegant.

"I've finally opened the door."

The ink lord spoke, and the four prismatic crystals under his body burst in response, turning into stars and scattering.

Everyone looked up in shock at the same time.

Hanging in the air, the tall and burly body walked slowly down on these crystal stars, and walked to the fifty-meter-high giant metal gate, with respect for the vast knowledge in his eyes.

"I thought it was a joke from some strong man."

"I once thought that this was a gift from nature to human beings, a formation of the application of source force, and a representation of the future direction of science and technology in this world."

"But when I exhausted 1.74 million array diagrams, I finally found out...... It is alive. ”

The voice of the ink lord is deep, unhurried to tell the thrilling past.

Especially when the last two words appeared, everyone's bodies shook in unison, and they looked up at the place where the blue light flowed in disbelief.

[Live]!?

Unbelievable answer.

No, this is completely devoid of any signs of life, how can it be alive.

"It's spotting my peeping, it's changing, trying to dodge."

"It's just that there are some barriers, once you see through them, you can ignore the reason to turn a blind eye."

"I admire the wisdom behind this door."

"But it's just admiration."

The voice fell, and the hand was pressed out.

A faint cloud of mist escaped from the palms, and then rolled violently, turning into hideous smoke in an instant.

The pattern on the giant metal gate really came to life.

It was a crazy twisted totem, a symbol that constantly changed to express a certain thought, and it was more like a curse from the demons of hell.

In the distorted light and shadow, people see a kind of unwillingness and anger.

"Today, you bear witness to history with me."

Lord Mo turned his head and pushed his palm indifferently.

Squeak.

As if the wood door that had not been knocked open for a long time, it was gently pushed.

The fifty-meter-high metal gate collapsed with a bang.

The clouds and the moon are bright.

The metal door submerged into pure darkness, without ripples, as if it had never existed.

After the extreme weirdness, there is the ultimate danger.

The ink lord standing in place had generosity and excitement in his eyes.

Those who achieve great things have a dangerous road ahead.