Chapter Seventy-Two: Dance on the Tip of the Knife

The silk line is not equal to the fishing line, it does not have the ability to pull up the soul, and instead has the property of influencing the actions of living beings.

It can implicate a bird, a mouse, a human and a beast. However, the amount of information that animals can give to fishermen is limited, and the fisherman's first choice is either exotic animals or humans.

In the face of these silk threads, the only way Luo Chuan could take was to dodge. Of course, dodging is not the goal, Luo Chuan has his own plans. Since some things have been chosen, we should be brave enough to face them.

Through continuous observation, Luo Chuan calculated a silk thread trajectory that deviated from the group, and his series of arrangements were also launched.

In the villages along the river, the houses have collapsed, the ruins are on the ground, and in front of the dam in the middle of the river, the floating corpses have turned white and swollen, and they have long been unable to see their human shapes.

The beasts have already slaughtered the people of this place. No one knows how desperate the people of the village were in the face of the disaster.

But now the steel-armored beast lying in front of the village, its desperation, was expressed by its low wail.

It was indeed a wail, and the part of its voice had been violently cut off with a sharp weapon, so that it could not make a roar that could call out to its companions.

Its misery is more than that, the nimble and sharp tail of the beast was violently cut off. The two thick beast legs, from the soles of the feet to the base of the thighs, were all green blood holes. Each blood hole was extremely deep, shattering from the outer bone armor to the inner skeleton.

The two sharp claw knives were all turned up, and the flexible forearms were also broken in reverse.

The greatest damage came from the seam of the neck, where the wound was not deep, but it was the source of its despair. The white tendon at the seam was broken, and the other injuries, although serious, were not without a day of recovery with the strong recovery power of the alien beast. But the rib line, once broken, has no chance. Even if it is discovered by the supreme existence of the alien beast, it will only end up with nutrient recovery.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the steel-armored beast whispered.

It knew that it would not survive, and the terrifying existence that had injured itself dragged itself here, and made a series of arrangements. It's surrounded by the kind of items that can explode into high temperatures and high impacts. Why did that human do that? Wouldn't it be better to just kill yourself...

The thought of the strange beast, Luo Chuan will not empathize. Just as they only show cruelty when they slaughter humans.

"Here comes the thread." Luo Chuan once again confirmed the trajectory of this silk line, which was exactly the same as the direction he had arranged. Pick up the telescope you picked up from the battlefield earlier, make sure there are no abnormalities in the placement direction, and start the next step.

Energy-driven, the mini-energy body that has long been placed next to the alien beast begins to gather here and release the characteristics of bright energy.

While the energy fluctuates, the silk thread captures the detailed direction, and this silk thread is instantly raised from a constant speed to the extreme. The silk thread cuts through the river without sending a ripple of water, and before it comes into contact with the energy, it forms an implication with the alien beast.

The Steel-Armored Beast changed, and its low voice disappeared instantly, replaced by a sharp gaze looking ahead, but it was unable to get up because it was paralyzed.

The energy fluctuations from the silk thread began to increase, and the alien beast involved with it never got up. Immediately afterwards, the silk thread changed again, and a ray of light flowed down the silk thread rapidly.

"When the fisherman is not possessed, or when the body is printed. It only senses energy in the environment, and cannot detect the specific characteristics of living things. Another key piece of information was received by Luo Chuan.

The light that flowed rushed into the body of the alien beast, and the phantom in the body of the alien beast, the soul, was instantly shattered. Immediately after, the beast's head was raised violently, but its body was firmly attached to the surface. Luo Chuan suspected that the fisherman changed his biological state and did not appear, the fisherman struggled twice, and after discovering the state of this body, he began to prepare to give up and pull out a beam of phantom from the beast's body.

"When a fisherman is possessed, he can strengthen his biological instincts, but he cannot change the biological state of the creature at that time, especially if he is highly disabled."

I don't know if the fisherman will dream or not, but he would never have imagined that he would be so yin and used to observe and summarize.

The phantom was about three feet away from the beast's body, and after pulling it out, all kinds of materials in the sky began to gather, and the familiar print had appeared.

"The last summary, the fisherman's coordinate positioning, from the silk line or fishing line, when he attaches or prints, except for the coordinate silk line, the rest of the silk line will lose its unique operation law." Three key pieces of information have been received, and Luo Chuan knows that it is enough, and there will be problems if he is greedy.

The fingers moved lightly, accompanied by the sky-high flames, the earth-shattering explosion. Over there, a rising mushroom slowly formed. Ten military explosive shells exploded at the same time, and Rao is a mountain can also be smashed.

The fisherman's body is inseparable from the materials of the earth, and there are very few substances that can resist such high-pressure and high-temperature explosions. The speed at which the fisherman prints his body is so fast that he must not be able to do it.

"Let's go, let's keep playing." As the explosion rises, the threads in the distance begin to converge in that direction. What the fisherman will do later, you can't judge for yourself. After observing, there is no other information, and leaving is the right choice.

Luo Chuan left quickly, and after more than ten minutes, Luo Chuan stopped and turned to look back. Looking at the sky behind him, he secretly rejoiced. Where I was just now, a huge fishing net, just a few seconds, back and forth scraped back and forth several times.

The phantom of the strange beast on the fishing net was densely packed, and a thick layer was pasted.

The scraping is still magnifying, and it is clear that the fisherman has hated himself like bone marrow. However, it was obviously scraped in the wrong direction, sticking to the ground and scraping south.

After more than ten minutes, the phantom of the alien beast on the fishing net has deformed the entire fishing net, and you can imagine how huge the receipt of this net is.

Luo Chuan hoped that these fishermen would quickly take them away. It's just obvious that this is overthinking, the nets shake, and those phantoms return to their places.

As always, the scraped beast was unaware. Just like the time in Wanghai, the only difference is that the last time it was only one second, and this time it lost more than ten minutes. In just ten minutes, it has played a role in the arrangement of foreign beasts in the Yangtze River Delta, and it has a certain impact.

The nets failed to be scraped and gradually disappeared into the void. Next, no more spare silk threads are reserved, and all biological targets are found to implicate, and then there is no other action. To be honest, Luo Chuan is really afraid that the fisherman will fold the space again, but thinking about the complex nature of that kind of thing, the fisherman does not use it casually.

Gradually drifting away, where there are many animals involved in the silk thread, Luo Chuan will avoid them. Those creatures implicated by the silk thread have become the eyes of the fisherman, and if Luo Chuan is discovered by this creature, it is equivalent to being discovered by the fisherman. It's a stupid idea, but it's a good way to find out what lurks in you.

It's still too dangerous to keep walking outside. Luo Chuan pondered for a while, got into a basement, blocked all the gaps, and leaned quietly against the wall. Competing for patience, whether it is a fisherman or a strange beast, Luo Chuan is not so afraid.

Take this opportunity to summarize and analyze the fisherman's related things in my mind and the places that need to be verified in the future.

The reason why Luo Chuan is so persistent in analysis, in addition to survival, he also has a bold idea. He wanted to 'slaughter the gods', and after this thought arose, it was like a magic spell that could not be dissipated in his mind for a long time.