As soon as the old male voice sounded, Gong Yaming left his original position with an alertness that did not match his sluggish expression, regardless of the dirt and rolling agile on the muddy ground.

At the same time, he divided the stand-in into three and quickly evolved into countless wooden blocks and silk threads, and in just 1 or 2 seconds, he built a huge wooden building out of thin air and protected himself in it.

Feeling that his safety had been guaranteed, Gong Yaming drove Lei Gonglou towards the place where the old man's voice came from, and he saw an old man of Turin wearing an old, but spotless black cloak, with a gloomy face and silver-white hair, looking at him with an indescribably complex gaze.

Although the old man did not show any strength except for a chilling remark to taste, Gong Yaming still instinctively felt the huge difference in combat power between him and the old man of Turin.

Suppressing the trembling feeling in his heart, Gong Yaming let his voice be as calm as possible, and said, "Your Excellency, no matter how powerful a Turin warrior is, it is very unwise to intercept me so close to a human military base.

You know, although the human army has given up the bilunar AS11 star, it does not mean that the people of Turin are anywhere..."

"Young human warrior, is it a natural power that you just used as a stand-in to materialize the ability of this strange wooden building?" The old man of Turin interrupted Gong Yaming's words and asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Gong Yaming replied briefly, and then seized the opportunity to continue to persuade: "I admit that your strength is beyond my control, but the various talents I have mastered will definitely bring you a lot of trouble, not that I am boasting, it is really difficult for you to kill me in a short time."

Just imagine, if the human servicemen at the YU (8) 92 military base found you at a distance ...

The old man of Turin shook his head and interjected again: "Young human, if you knew who I am, you would not have tried to persuade me to let you go so far.

In fact, this time I intercepted you so close to the human military base, and I didn't think about leaving alive.

That's why I'm talking to you so much. I just want to know that the sneak attack on Turin Versa, where I am the chief of the precepts. The central hall of the Temple of Nichols has successfully destroyed the glorious idol of our lord Nichols.

And under the pursuit of 3 Turin black-clothed priests and 7 elite Turin warriors, they escaped from the sacred realm, and then counterattacked and killed 1 black-clothed priest and 4 elite warriors, so that the remaining two Turin black-clothed priests and 3 elite warriors had to commit suicide in front of the gods to atone for their sins, implicating me and losing my noble status as a white-clothed priest and being exiled.

For the next 21 days. What is so special about the young human warriors who have gone through countless cruel and bloody battles, but who are always immortal? ”

Hearing that the old man of Turin was actually saving the prisoners of war himself. The precept chief of the Turin temple that attacked the attack was also exiled because of his attack, and Gong Yaming naturally gave up persuading him to let him go.

However, Gong Yaming still delayed the time with a fluke mentality and said, "Then Your Excellency the Temple Precept Chief, what do you think I am so special?" ”

The old man of Turin smiled coldly. He replied: "I don't see anything else remarkable about you except for cunning and persistent survival**, but it's a pity young man, you don't have to wait for the chance to be rescued by human soldiers." ”

After finishing speaking, he suddenly pointed his finger at Gong Yaming without warning, and in an instant, Gong Yaming felt that his head was in pain as if it was about to explode. And the Lei Gonglou that his stand-in evolved into also began to gradually collapse.

Although he didn't know what kind of Turin magic he had been subjected to, the old man of Turin in front of him didn't need to recite scriptures, and he didn't even open his mouth to say a word, which made Gong Yaming almost lose the ability to resist. Or let him deduce that the old man of Turin, who intercepted him, had mastered the magic of silent hair. Many of the cardinal priests of Turin may not be able to master the mastery of combat skills.

Realizing that there is indeed an irreparable huge gap in strength between himself and the enemy, Gong Yaming knows that if he fights step by step, he may enter the grave in the next second;

So he did not hesitate to drive the two huge apes on the Lei Gong Tower, which was about to collapse, and rushed to the old man of Turin not far away. Seeing the huge ape rushing towards him, the old man of Turin shifted his finger slightly from Gong Yaming's body, pointing at the ape that was already close at hand. Whispered: "The source power is exhausted,"

In a flash. The two giant apes evolved from Gong Yaming's stand-in were like creatures. He collapsed on the muddy ground, struggling but unable to stand up.

Taking advantage of the short moment when the old man's fingers in Turin were offset and the power of the giant ape was stifled with divine skills, Gong Yaming resolutely turned Lei Gonglou into a 3-point stand-in.

Instead of using a stand-in to protect his body, which was only equivalent to an ordinary human, he drove the stand-in to rush towards the old man of Turin while lying directly on the muddy ground of the primordial planet.

Because when Lei Gonglou turned into a 3-point stand-in, it evolved into a 1-point stand-in of the two giant apes, and it was very close to the old man of Turin.

And the old man of Turin didn't expect that in his eyes, Gong Yaming, who was like an ant, would have such a variety of offensive methods and excellent fighting talent, so he was caught off guard, and the 1-point stand-in was very unbelievably unhindered and sneaked into his body.

Sensing that his one-point stand-in had successfully infiltrated the body of the old man in Turin, Gong Yaming recklessly launched the assimilation appearance.

Suddenly disturbed by the appearance of assimilation, the old man of Turin froze slightly, and took this opportunity to sneak into the body of the old man of Turin.

However, although the stand-in successfully infiltrated the body of the old man of Turin, the condensed and pure soul of the old man of Turin, who was a priest in white, was not something that Gong Yaming could easily touch, and although he used the assimilation appearance to make the old man's mind slightly sluggish, it also made him himself so painful that his face was distorted on the mud and he kept moaning.

At this time, he realized that the old man of Turin, who had already known his opponent and had escaped many crises with his strange and unpredictable abilities that were very different from ordinary human stand-ins, but because of the huge difference in strength between them, he unconsciously despised his opponent, so that he was carelessly attacked by the assimilation power of his stand-in, and he couldn't help but regret his arrogance.

In a slight trance, he silently cast a magic spell on Gong Yaming, who was lying on the muddy ground not far away, eager to kill Gong Yaming before the human garrison arrived.

Sensing the malice in the chest of the old man of Turin through the stand-in, Gong Yaming gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his soul as if it had been torn to pieces. Again and again, the assimilation of appearances is activated.

The old man of Turin silently fired 4 or 5 magic spells at Gong Yaming in a row, and found that the dizziness in his mind had not disappeared, and he realized that his eyesight might have been affected by the enemy's assimilation force, and there was an error.

So instead of performing magic by sight, he began to silently attack the coercive magic with a large range but relatively little power, intending to kill the enemy with dense attacks that left no dead ends.

As a result, patches of frost or flames continued to appear next to Gong Yaming's body. He had to roll around in the mud to reduce his chances of being killed by the old man of Turin with a coercive large-scale magic spell.

The two were in a stalemate like this for a while, although Shang Tong Dingwen behind Gong Yaming never continued to light up. But the three slender and erected Dingwen hidden under the red carp tattoo, such as non-attack, love, and Shangtong, began to slowly extend out the complicated patterns.

At the same time, it was affected by the assimilation power of Gong Yaming's stand-in, and anxiety and remorse. The frequency of the old man of Turin silently chanting magic is getting slower and slower, but relying on the devout belief in the gods in his heart, he has no possibility of being assimilated into a soul by Gong Yaming's stand-in.

After a while, as time passed, Gong Yaming's pain as he initiated the assimilation of the appearance deepened, and he felt that his mental pain was about to collapse.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Gong Yamin assimilated the soul of the black-clad priest of Turin 20 days ago, Dem Niro. Raised the stand-in ability to E+ level, I'm afraid that he has been dead for a long time.

However, contrary to Gong Yaming's mental state that was about to be destroyed by the divine repulsion in the old man's body in Turin, his soul power became stronger and stronger, and the Ding Wen behind him began to extend one mysterious ancient text after another.

With the advent of those ancient texts. Gong Yaming inexplicably appeared a lot of strange information in his mind, and he instinctively felt that those strange messages were very helpful to solve his desperate situation at this time, but he was always unable to identify the content of those messages. ..., another 10 seconds passed, Gong Yaming's spirit finally reached its limit, and he could no longer support it, and at the last moment when he was about to lose his mind, the strange information in his mind suddenly converged into a name. He unconsciously shouted, "Angelina." ”

Hearing Gong Yaming's abrupt shout, it has been buried in the deepest part of his soul for a hundred years. I thought I had forgotten my name, but I was just a trance-like old man in Turin who was invaded by the assimilated appearance of Gong Yaming's stand-in. My heart shuddered.

sunny hometown;

lush pastures;

He and her, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, sang joyfully, shepherding sheep in the warm sun;

testing ceremonies at seminaries;

her tears and his determination;

devout faith, gray sacrificial robes and her white wedding gown;

and the soft words she uttered to him with tears in her eyes when we met him for the last time under the stars: "Your Excellency the Grey Priest of Aikus, I hope you will always remember that there is a woman who will pray to the great god of dawn Nichols for your safety every day, and that woman's name is Angelina..."

A name evokes memories that have been suppressed for countless years, and those memories snowball and grow larger, and finally turn out to be an avalanche that can destroy some.

The anxiety and trance on the face of the white-clothed priest of Turin Aikus gradually disappeared, and a sweet smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Angelina, look, the white velvet kapok has bloomed, I'll pick one and give it to you..."

As Aikus's muttering to himself sounded, Shang Tong Dingwen behind Gong Yaming continued to brighten, and an unprecedented feeling of fullness hit his heart, he slowly closed his eyes, and his face involuntarily showed an intoxicated expression.

Dozens of seconds later, a line of ancient text written vertically appeared behind the sane Gong Yaming:

"Everything is detailed, it is called fate, I say that it is a ghost, if you have to observe the power of this detail, he says that he knows his fate, I am a ghost."

This ancient text disappeared from time to time, and under the cover of tattoos, it almost crawled all over Gong Yaming's entire back and chest, and finally disappeared after twisting and leaving two slender black tripod books of Ming ghosts.

I don't know how long it took, when Gong Yaming regained his senses. I feel that my spirit is so vigorous that I can't even feel the pain of **, and the feeling of solidity and satisfaction in my soul is unprecedented.

He let out a long breath of relief, but suddenly found that there was a dark deep place in the muddy land in the distance. There was a pair of eyes that shimmered with a blue light of the remnants, staring at him without blinking.

Realizing that those eyes were probably large carnivores that used the muddy land under their feet as a hunting area, and that this large carnivore had also developed an interest in hunting, Gong Yamingyuan's heart became nervous. He couldn't help but look intently at those blue eyes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two pairs of eyes touched, suddenly. Gong Yaming's pupils began to dilate, and finally occupied the entire eyeball.

At the same time, the newly produced Ming Ghost Ding Wen behind him. It also began to shine with a faint brilliance, and a message naturally came out of his mind:

The body length is 1209.12 cm, and the weight is 2831.21 kg. The bite force of the teeth is 1923.12 kg - 2012.13 kg, the teeth contain neurotoxic effects, the speed of action is slow, and the abdominal organs are fragile

With a slight flurry, Gong Yaming first released the stand-in to protect his fragile **, and then looked away from the pair of brutal blue eyes and looked at the old man of Turin lying on the muddy ground not far away.

He focused his attention a little. After the eyeball was occupied by the pupil, a new message was generated in his brain:

The body length is 197.09 cm, the weight is 96.54 kg, and it is irreversibly brain dead

Immediately after that, Gong Yaming turned his gaze to the grass stalk beside the old man of Turin. Under the mental concentration, another message was generated in his mind:

The root system has 182 stems, the length is 19.12 cm-16.11 cm, and the nutrients are inhaled

After several attempts in a row, Gong Yaming finally determined that he had generated a new talent again while the level of the stand-in was raised, and he muttered to himself with some joy: "It's the ability to analyze, and the new talent generated by the level of the stand-in this time should be the kind of analysis ability described in the original civilization of the earth." If such an ability is not limited by the environment"