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The dead trees exploded suddenly, and the strangely shaped dead branches bent strangely, turning into disgusting fat worms!

Mimicry!

In other words, this so-called dead tree is simply a patchwork of many disgusting bugs in disguise!

The bug does not seem to have eyes, not even facial features, and only a wide tubular mouth.

The goddess landed like a scattered flower and quickly burrowed into the ground. Turned the entire area into a death trap.

And the vine ball that shone with golden light was quietly placed in the center of the trap. Be the sweetest bait.

The world view of the insects is incomprehensible to Wu Chen.

Mimicry is good mimicry. I'll wait until I'm closer. The whole trap construction process and mental journey are naked in front of me......

How can I be embarrassed?

Should I go in, or go in, or go in?

The bugs were more treacherous than Wu Chen thought. generously shows the process of arranging the trap, which can be regarded as a conspiracy. I know it's a trap, but you can resist the temptation to regain your memory. Confused?

Wu Chen said that he couldn't resist it.

However, how can you safely walk to the center of the trap and retrieve your lost memories?

Two directions, abilities and props.

Ability, no, props......

Wu Chen rummaged all over his body, and his pocket was empty.

What to do?

"Brother Chen, let me try." At the critical moment, Qin Demon spoke.

Yes!

These flesh worms have neither eyes nor long noses, so they must be hearing and distinguishing things!

The magic sound of the Heavenly Demon Qin may be able to achieve miraculous results.

Wu Chen's brain was spinning: "Sister Huang, how many sounds does the guqin have?" ”

"There are seven loose sounds, ninety-one overtones, and one hundred and forty-seven sounds." Huang Xuemei replied immediately.

"Which one does the magic sound belong to?"

"Tianlong eight sounds, sticking, killing, grabbing, shooting, pulling, pulling, spinning, hammering. This eight-tone is all driven by exercises, and ordinary piano skills cannot be played. ”

Wu Chen asked again: "In the current situation, what should I say?" ”

In the original work, the Heavenly Demon Qin was originally known as the Eight Dragons. It is with eight dragon tendons as strings, the thinnest one is like a hair, the thickest one is as thick as a little finger, the body of the piano is a 10,000-year-old yin wood under the sea, and the eight dragons are played with this qin, and the listener is fascinated, no matter how deep the cultivation can not resist, can only be manipulated. In the Shaw Brothers version of "The Six-Fingered Qin Demon", it is said that the body of the Heavenly Demon Qin is made of dark iron, and the six strings are made of six kinds of ancient monsters.

The version in front of you is even more different. The Heavenly Demon Qin is said to be owned by the Sixth Heavenly Demon King. Tianlong Bayin is even more desired. The Heavenly Demon Voice of the Heavens. It can hook the soul and kill people invisibly.

"If it's just for fetching, the melody is the best." Qin Mo said.

"So, sister, let's try it." Wu Chen was overjoyed.

"Okay." Before the words fell, a gentle fluctuation came out from Wu Chen's chest.

Like ripples on the water, the sound of the piano passed, and even the ground began to twist.

The greatest effect of melody is to confuse the mind. Soon, not to mention the fat insects hiding deep underground, even the world in front of them began to turn over the rivers and seas, and it became a mess. In order to resist the dizziness from the depths of the soul, the flesh worms broke through the ground one after another, coiling into huge flesh. Ball.

Wu Chen did not enter rashly. Because he always felt like one was missing. Sure enough, as the magic sound continued to invade, the last fat worm spat out black oil-like filth, and its belly turned to the sky, arching out of the ground.

Insidious......

In order to prevent there were still enemies lurking, Wu Chen simply waited for a long time. After making sure there was none, he cautiously walked towards the rattan ball.

As soon as his fingers touched the gap between the vine balls, the golden flames ran down his fingers, burning to his arms and even his whole body.

When the flames are extinguished, the memories that contain the spirit shield are back!

Although it was not the teleportation that Wu Chen wanted the most, with the spiritual shield, the safety was also greatly guaranteed.

"Brother Chen, these bugs are very strange, look at them...... Is it cocooned? ”

It seems that the piano demon Huang Xuemei can use the sound of the piano to detect things. These hidden details, even Wu Chen didn't notice.

First open a shield for himself, Wu Chen tried to approach a fat worm curled up into a ball.

Sure enough, the fat worm had a foggy cocoon on its body. Wu Chen tried to blow again, and although the white mist drifted away temporarily, it quickly entrenched back. Unlike the materialized insect cocoon, the fat worm produces a layer of fog cocoon.

What's even more amazing is that when Wu Chen got close enough, some bizarre pictures were reflected on the spiritual shield in front of him.

"This is ......" Wu Chen looked at it carefully, and finally woke up: "Memory!" ”

"Yes. These bugs feed on their memories and cocoons them on. Qin Demon sighed: "Presumably, before Brother Chen, they have devoured the memories of many people. ”

"What the hell is this......" Wu Chen completely lost his judgment on everything in front of him. In his adventures, there is no relevant experience at all!

What the hell is going on!

Could it be ...... Is this the evolution of memory?!

"Brother Chen, be careful." Qin Demon also felt the crisis wrapped in the cocoon.

Although it is not known whether these fat worms have forcibly evolved to resist the magic sound, or if they have reached the stage of evolution. But no matter what flew out of it, Wu Chen was not absolutely sure of defeating them now.

Therefore, finding the next lost memory has become the best choice at the moment.

After Wu Chen obtained this memory, the small flame wandered far away from him. Keep going around in circles to remind him to leave early.

Wu Chen hurriedly chased after him.

The small flame is like a flexible tadpole, carrying Wu Chen in a world full of white mist and black vines, constantly shuttling. The space illuminated by the faint light of the small flame seems to have a kind of 'wakefulness' of time and space. It's like a faint brain wave, transmitted in the depths of a dead subconscious.

That's right, the spherical space illuminated by a small flame indicates a kind of sober consciousness.

And as the leader of the falling hammer whose strength has skyrocketed and broken through the six-star or even seven-star, the ultimate unity of matter and spirit, and the sober consciousness can be understood as a sober time and space.

Don't forget, her mind has gone beyond the fourth dimension. Has its own timeline.

Judging from all aspects of performance, Wu Chen is far from the only one who has lost his memory. Whether it's the old woman of the rookie instructor or the meat worm who is too full, it can prove this.

The undulating ground began to increase.

A foggy world gradually has an inexplicable sense of oppression. Obviously, this was the result of Wu Chen's overflowing spiritual tentacles being hindered. Just as radar waves will reflect back when they encounter a target, these blocked spiritual powers tell Wu Chen that there is a majestic mountain range ahead.

Sure enough, the small flame hovered in front of a dark cave.

Another memory that Wu Chen lost was in the cave.

Inexplicable fear told him that there must be a huge crisis lurking inside.

"What should I do?" is also a strong person with spiritual power, Huang Xuemei also felt it.

Looking at the oily black slime accumulated at the entrance of the cave, as well as the cave wall that was also full of slime, Wu Chen immediately had an idea: "Lead the snake out of the hole!" ”

As he spoke, he rushed to the way he came.

At the moment when Wu Chen rushed out of the sober dome, Xiao Huo immediately chased after him. Obviously, he understood Wu Chen's intentions and led him back to the location of the fat worm.

"So Brother Chen's desire to use these bugs?" Huang Xuemei also thought of it.

"That's right." Wu Chen thought of a prophecy: "Once upon a time, there was a clever hunter who used curved whale bone spurs to wrap them into meatballs, freeze them hard and throw them at the mouth of the bear's hole. As the eaten fish balls melted by gastric juice, the curved whale bone spurs began to straighten and pierced the bear's stomach. So the greedy bear died of hemorrhage. ”

"Brother Dust wants to ......"

"Well, let's wait and see who will kill the deer." Wu Chen dismantled the spiritual shield into small shields, and rushed back to the cave with these round insect cocoons. The cocoons were lined up one by one at the foot of the mountain not far from the cave. He quietly hid behind a boulder on the other side.

Soon, a huge roar sounded from the depths of the ground. Immediately after a while, the mountain shook, and a giant snake rushed out of the cave!

Wu Chen had never seen such a terrifying creature!

It is said that it is a giant snake, and it does not have the shape of a snake at all! It's like a huge fat intestine! Through the greasy intestinal wall, there are densely printed, countless terrifying faces! Behind the human face are slender arms, and lower limbs without legs! That feeling is like a tadpole with a human face! Densely wrapped in the flesh membrane, scrambling to drag the long meat sac, rushing towards the cocoon!

Before the onset of intensive phobia, Wu Chen quietly burrowed into the cave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giant snake pounce and devour the cocoon.

The small flame led Wu Chen all the way, there were too many branches in the fork hole, and Wu Chen was too lazy to remember. Anyway, there is a small flame to lead the way, and there will be no mistakes.

Finally, at the bottom of a forked hole, Wu Chen found the golden flame that was burning quietly.

With the shield on his head, Wu Chen walked towards the flames step by step.

Until the flames melted into the body and the memories of the electromigration immortal body were retrieved, the attack did not occur. With two skills, Wu Chen finally had confidence. The snake cave was empty, and Xiao Huo was about to lead him to the next place, but Wu Chen turned around and walked towards the entrance where he came.

In the dark, he felt that he should go back and see who the eventual winner was.

The snake demon, by nature, is supposed to be an aggregate of lost memories. In terms of species, it belongs to the aggregator. Unlike chimeras, aggregators are independent individuals that do not achieve a certain degree of integration with each other. It's just simply wrapped together.

The human-faced tadpoles in the flesh membrane are likely to be the energy spirits of those human beings who, like Wu Chen, have lost their memories.

Or, the spiritual shell of a human being squeezed of its memories.

By the time he walked up to the cave, the battle was over. The long snake demonized into a disgusting lake of slime.

Countless tadpoles floated up and down in the black oil, and were dragged into the bottom of the lake by the invisible magic hand, and disappeared.

Apparently, there is something to hunt them under the surface of the lake.

Needless to say, it must be those cocoons.

"Brother Chen?" Seeing Wu Chen staring at the disgusting mucus, Huang Xuemei called softly.

"Yes." Wu Chen came back to his senses suddenly.

"What is Brother Dust thinking?"

"I'm wondering what that oily slime is."

"What is it?"

"The dross of the spirit." Wu Chen said word by word. (To be continued.) )