Mu Shaoan fell into deep thought.

It's not that he's lamenting the fate of Qinghe civilization, but he's thinking that the evil monster that replaced him in the second season of "Mist" is 99% likely to be the immortal magic who would rather destroy his civilization with a sword than let the virus get cheap Immortal Magic, the chief helmsman of the Qinghe people, Qingdi!

So this thing is in trouble.

Either he'll run away now, or he'll just wait to be trapped here, and watch as the virus camp and the rest of the civilized investors sing wild songs and enjoy their feast.

Because to be honest, don't look at Mu Shao'an himself as a mechanical law god, he is already very powerful, but he knows very well that if he goes to that abandoned planet, eighty percent of them will probably be beaten by that dead ghost Qingdi.

What is involved in this is the right time, place and people.

And it is clear that the crew of the second season of "The Mist", that is, the "Destiny Hunters Alliance", will spread such an important news is that it is a conspiracy, please enter the urn.

So this move is a wonderful move for the opponent.

Let him admire someone and be anxious.

"Forget it, don't care so much for now, Lao Tzu can't forget to do the right thing, first sacrifice the blood of those four teammates. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Shaoan didn't know the essentials, so he could only pat his head roughly, and his IQ was paddling again.

Blood Sacrifice teammates need to strengthen the Spell-Breaking Heavenly Divine Technique, and those nine Yanwen are the best medium, if you are lucky, coupled with good operation, you can even curse any viewer who watches "Mist" in the entire Ten Thousand Worlds Starry Sky.

Mu Shao'an didn't know the details of the principle here, and he could only determine that it was related to low-pressure spiritual power.

The so-called low pressure is actually the opposite of high pressure.

Low-pressure mental power is not common, but high-pressure mental power is rotten.

For example, there will always be someone whose spiritual power has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the spiritual power has become more and more pure and crystalline, and even the spiritual power has broken through the void and turned into an entity.

In addition, there are huge as mountains, black as ink, magnificent, and surrendered without a fight, and so on.

Well, that's probably how it's all described.

In addition, high-pressure mental power can usually be switched to the meditation power of a magician, the soul power of an immortal cultivator, the fighting spirit of a knight (counting, barely counting), the will of a warrior, the IQ of a scientist, the concentration of an archer and sniper, the calculation ability of a layouter, and so on.

This is high-pressure mental power, but low-pressure mental power is actually the reverse operation.

In short, it is to go for the negative IQ.

Really, that's why there are so many capable people in the world, but there are very few who have mastered low-pressure spiritual power.

It's not just that everyone likes to be a fool and a stupid rice bucket.

Even if it is a shouting that orcs will never be slaves, unless they are minotaurs who eat and shelter, they are also pursuing intellectual superiority.

Hardly any civilization is born to sing the praises of brainless killing.

So you can imagine how embarrassing Mu Shaoan's blunted mental power was by accident.

But it is precisely this kind of passivation of spiritual power that belongs to low-pressure spiritual power.

And it just fits perfectly with those nine Yanwen, it's as if fate has arranged it like this.

I don't know how that Qinghe came out that day?

After thinking about it, Mu Shaoan had carefully checked the relevant memories of Ye Wu again, he was not in a hurry, and he couldn't be in a hurry, he had to get all the details right.

"You're useless, even if you can resist the erosion of low-pressure spiritual power, you can't portray the real Yanwen, because you don't know what it is?"

Ye Wu suddenly sneered at this time and spoke.

"Oh, so you know, can you tell me?"

Mu Shaoan was not angry, and asked with a smile.

Ye Wu continued to sneer, and then really said.

"Those nine Yanwen are the Qing Emperor Qinghe's lifelong cultivation and the immortal magic he left behind!In other words, these nine Yanwen represent his endless hatred, with the strongest curse, if you want to try to master these nine Yanwen directly, you will only die faster!"

After speaking, Ye Wu looked at Mu Shao'an provocatively, because this is incomprehensible, the structure of the virus camp is so awesome, and it is just a reference to the nine Yanwen, and indirectly created the Mutant Insect Emperor.

No one dared to try it directly, and those who dared to try it died, including a low-level god who was once in the virus camp.

It died alive in front of the gods and starry sky and other bigwigs, completely helpless.

And now, this arrogant barbarian Mu Shaoan actually wants to try it directly, and it is the kind of attitude that I have made up my mind, haha, this is so funny.

Ye Wu's mood finally became happy, it knew Mu Shao'an too well about this stubborn donkey species with a bag on his head.

Once he decides something, even if he is told that it will die, he will not care.

In fact, Night Five judged quite accurately.

Mu Shaoan didn't bother to look at it, so he took care of collecting all the details of the nine Yanwen, and then he was ready to portray them.

The process is not difficult, and it is not even more complicated than drawing an apple for an elementary school student.

As long as you are willing to portray, anyone can do it, but what you can't bear is the tragic consequences.

After a full hour, Mu Shaoan solemnly stood in an open space, a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand, all of them jumping around.

With a slight force on both hands, the neck of the chicken and duck was pinched off, and the blood fell down like beads with broken threads.

At this time, Mu Shao'an closed one eye, turned seven hundred and twenty degrees in a circle, danced with his hands, and shouted in strange syllables in his mouth: "Soul...... ...... Soul...... Hey, come back......"

shouted three times in a row, it didn't seem to have any effect, and the night five on the side were stunned, your sister, this is clearly a dancing god, you calf is fooling the ghost?

But what made it speechless next was that when Mu Shaoan shouted for the fourth time, on the ground, the first Yanwen sprinkled with the blood of chickens and ducks began to respond.

"Die, die! Mu Shao'an!" Ye Wu was so excited that his blood was boiling.

This is a curse from the Qinghe Qing Emperor! It is a curse from the Immortal Magic Heavenly God!

Above Mu Shao'an's head, the void suddenly tore open a huge opening without warning, and countless black powders floated down, looking ordinary and ordinary, but the temperature in this space was directly reduced to the extreme!

It's a shiver that can freeze to the deepest part of the soul!

The strength of the night five demigod-level was frozen in an instant, and there was only one breath left, because it wanted to see with its own eyes how Mu Shao'an, the bastard, died, even at the cost of its own burial.

But at this time, the soul who was about to pass out heard Mu Shao'an's high-pitched roar!

"Holy God's light! I am willing to exchange the head of the god of the starry sky for your friendship!