Sure enough, when Fengbai 'dew' was 'lusting' and turned away, there was another change.

Without any movement, Mo Zhi'an, who fell to the ground, suddenly stood up straight like a ghost, and stood silently in front of Fengbai 'Lu'.

As if a sharp dagger had been slashed through their throats, they stopped in half, their mouths wide open, and they watched in amazement at what was happening in front of them.

Liu Ye's heart was even more numb, he had been staring at Mo Zhi'an since just now, so he could see Mo Zhi'an's getting up process clearly.

He could see clearly, Mo Zhi'an's feet were not even touching the ground, and his body was lying flat without the bending movement that people often had when they got up, as if an invisible force wrapped Mo Zhi'an to lift his body alive and then push it in front of him.

At that moment, he thought of Feng Ya's twelve people's thinking and feeling control.

Resemble! It's so similar! It was almost the same as the situation when he was controlled by the twelve people of Fengya in the stone room with his thinking senses, and Mo Zhi'an was also like that.

Liu Ye had no doubt about the power of Feng Bai's 'Lu' finger, even if he had two simulated crystals, he didn't dare to say that he could escape under that finger. Therefore, even if Mo Zhian did not die, it was inevitable that he would be hit hard.

It's just that Liu Ye thought of countless ways for Mo Zhian to stand up again, but he didn't expect him to get up in a way similar to his feelings.

Through the memory of the mimicry *** absorbed, we know that the thinking sensibility of the mimicry *** has been forcibly shaped, and the thinking sensibility is mainly used to control between the upper and lower classes. Although it is powerful, it cannot be controlled at will like Feng Ya and others.

The thinking power of mimicry *** is like a good steel that is cast into the main structure of the house, with good stability and a single use. However, the thinking and sensibility of the twelve people of Fengya are different from them, their thinking and sensibility are like strong bows and sharp swords that have been forged, with complex variable 'sex' and powerful attack power

And because Liu Ye has not gone through the process of mimicmic theistic thinking and sensibility, his thinking and sensibility is more like molten steel still in the steelmaking furnace, and there is no normality.

But the scene I saw on Mo Zhi'an just now completely *** Liu Ye's understanding of mimicry ***, which is obviously an advanced '' method of thinking and sensibility.

The knightly rank, which is known as the watershed of the mimic gods, really has such a miraculous effect that it can reshape the power of thought?

Except for Mo Zhi'an, no one present could answer this question.

In Fengbai's somewhat surprised and deflated gaze, Mo Zhi'an's eyes that had been 'pressing' suddenly opened, and his vertical pupils 'shot' out a broken gold 'color' gaze, just like substance.

"Oh my God! This looks like it has suffered a heavy blow, and it is more like the skill has improved again! Could it be that Mo Zhi'an, this guy, has practiced some kind of kung fu to be beaten, and the more seriously injured, the more severe it is. ”

Liu Ye was almost groaning, he thought of Jin Yong's star sucking *** and the Northern Pluto Divine Skill......

Mo Zhi'an stared at Fengbai 'Lu' with a sullen face, and slowly pulled an upward arc from the corner of his mouth.

"My sister! As I expected, you won't just go back with me so easily! Mo Zhi'an's lips rolled and he said hummingly.

Feng Bai's face was shocked, and he asked in disbelief: "You already knew that I was pretending just now?" ”

Mo Zhi'an just smiled and said with an unfathomable expression: "Of course! You've been growing up under my watch, and I know you all too well! In the same way, I know that 'woman' too well! ”

"What do you mean?" Hearing Mo Zhi'an's words, Feng Bai's face changed, and he asked in a vigilant tone.

"What do you mean? I had read that letter more than a dozen times before you came, and although there was not a single leak in the woman's writing, I just felt that something was wrong! Do you know what's wrong?" Mo Zhi'an's smile was even stronger, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Fengbai's 'dew'.

"......" did not answer Mo Zhi'an's words, but the "color" of Fengbai's "dew" face was a little unnatural.

Mo Zhi'an didn't care about the 'color' of Fengbai's 'dew', and said to himself: "That's not right-everything is so smooth!" ”

Too smooth? Everyone didn't understand the meaning of Mo Zhi'an's words, couldn't things go well?

"How can I not hold a grudge against me when it comes to what I have done to her before? How could it be that you didn't take the opportunity to wear small shoes to me? But what makes me strange is that she didn't look like she was doing anything to me, but instead seconded a large number of troops, which is really abnormal! ”

"So Bai 'Lu', when you approached me just now, although you very much hoped that everything was true, the operation of the Xuan Qi in your body still *** your intentions!"

Mo Zhi'an looked at Fengbai 'Lu' and said slowly, but he didn't hear anything particularly angry in his tone, but had a sense of superiority to see through the scheme.

"In that case, why didn't you poke me in the first place?" Fengbai's face was a little red, and it felt uncomfortable to be poked in front of her, and her face was still too thin.

"Why? I just want to see what tricks you haven't used yet, my dear sister, and to be honest, I'm still very curious about the martial arts that that 'woman' taught you alone! The gloomy 'color' on Mo Zhi'an's face gradually subsided, and he patiently explained the problem of maple white 'dew'.

Mo Zhian then said: "Of course, there is another reason, that is, I want you to see the difference in strength between you and me!" ”

"Actually, your move just now is already very powerful, if any knight-level ordinary mimic god*** is hit at close range by this finger, I guarantee that no one will survive! It's just a pity, my dear sister, that your brother is no longer a knight! ”

"What? Are you already ......" Fengbai 'Lu' cried out in a lost voice, as if thinking of something unlikely to happen, and the word shock was written all over his face.

Liu Ye was also shocked and inexplicable, he thought of the highest level of mimicry *** that he knew—mimic level! He also suddenly remembered what Mo Zhi'an said before, and also thought of a possibility.

"You're also self-advanced?"

Mo Zhi'an turned his head and glanced at Liu Ye, the 'color' of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then he turned his head, as if he was saying to Fengbai's 'dew' and to Liu Ye: "Just two months ago, I had already advanced to the mimetic stage on my own!" Moreover, Bai 'Lu' probably you have also thought of it, and my fire sickle strength has also reached the level of being able to change the last three transformations! ”

One stone 'stirred' up a thousand layers of 'waves', everyone was a little sluggish, they may not understand the class of the mimic god, but they can change three times they are very clear. For these people who are spinning in front of the 'gate' of the energy transformation stage all day long, the third transformation of the energy is like the sun high above the unreachable.

Fengbai's 'dew' has only just reached the threshold of the second 'door', and it already has such a strong strength. So how strong Mo Zhi'an, who has reached the third change, is unimaginable.

And Liu Ye, who heard Mo Zhi'an's personal admittion, still felt a little dreamlike, it was already so difficult for him to enter the 'servant' guard level, so how difficult it was to advance to the mimetic level on his own was beyond Liu Ye's imagination.

"White 'dew', how's that? Do you still want to resist? Mo Zhian asked.

Feng Bai 'Lu' didn't answer, but the coldness on her face and her hands glowing with a faint silver-white light had already answered Mo Zhi'an on her behalf.

Mo Zhi'an shook his head, a fierce gaze flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, let you see what the strength of the simulacrum level is!" ”

Mo Zhi'an roared, his arms slammed down, and an invisible qi 'wave' spread out around him as the center, and the maple white 'dew' was also violently blown away from his side by this force.

His face showed a painful 'color', and his body changed on the basis of the personification.

The rough folds and uneven crust undulated like a 'wave' and 'wave', shrinking inward at a speed visible to the naked eye. The body sometimes swells and sometimes shrinks, and the muscles and flesh are like naughty rats swimming all over his body, and large drops of sweat flow down from his whole body, and green tendons and vines wrap around his whole body.

"Ahh

As if it was very painful, Mo Zhian looked up to the sky again and roared, and the vertical pupils of the broken gold 'color' in his eyes were actually distorted like tadpoles.

The invisible qi 'waves' became more and more violent, and due to the condensation of power, a faint ribbon-like air flow also appeared in the air, circling around Mo Zhi'an's body.

It seemed as if the air was whining and whining, and countless pieces of rubble and slag trembled and were lifted into the air by an invisible force.

"Empty!"

After the muffled sound, the surrounding gravel and slag fell back to the ground, spun and rolled to the side. Mo Zhi'an also stopped moving, his body was half-bent, and he stood in place panting.

At this time, Mo Zhi'an looked more like a miniature version of him than just now, his three-meter-high body dropped to two meters, and the original over-swelled muscle 'flesh' was also well-proportioned, without the perverted appearance of before, but the condensed steel-like appearance still did not make people doubt the powerful power contained in it.

The rough and uneven skin has been smoothed and refined a lot, and the original folds have turned into black lines on the brown 'colored' skin, slightly bulging outward.

The face shape is also more inclined to the normal appearance of humans, no longer like the monster just now. At a cursory glance, Mo Zhi'an at this time looked more like a human being in strange clothes.

It's just that the pupils in his eyes are *** his identity, the vertical pupils have been distorted, and a dark gold 'colored' pupil as deep as a button on the bottom of the sea is embedded in the middle. With the pupil as the center, two thin golden 'colored' lines that curve like snakes wind up and down, each bending in opposite directions.

The mimetic order is capable of "double anthropomorphism!" ”

I thought that Mo Zhian might become bigger and more terrifying, but I didn't expect him to transform into a human form. Looking at Mo Zhi'an now, Liu Ye's heart couldn't help but sink downward.

It can be seen from Mo Zhi'an's form that he obviously pays more attention to the balance of strength, speed, and dexterity, and has changed the form that paid too much attention to strength in the past. In other words, the current Mo Zhi'an is not only physically strong, but his fighting level will also rise by one level due to the improvement of his physical fitness.

The situation on Liu Ye's side has almost been completely abandoned by the balance of victory.

"White 'dew', be careful! After the double personification, I will become more brutal, and sometimes I can't even control the killing in my heart! Mo Zhi'an said compassionately, his dark golden pupils flashing with blood.