Chapter 50: Searching

I flew for most of the night, and arrived at the destination of Dazhi when it was close to dawn.

Even the dialect didn't waste time all the way, and flew in a straight line.

But Fang Yan still felt that there was not enough time, and he could feel that the space began to be pressed continuously after leaving Lancôme's side.

If it weren't for another mysterious force to help resist, Dialect would have estimated that dawn would be the time when Dialect was driven out of this world.

Where is it?

Too much!

This place is indeed full of desperate beasts, and every inch of the city below is full of riotous spiritual power, blending with each other, it is difficult to find what you are looking for, let's go to the most likely place first!

The first rumor was that it appeared on a small island in the middle of the lake in this park...

Hair!

It's empty above, only a few miscellaneous bushes, and the mental power is swept away, your sister's, there is still a female corpse hidden in it, it seems that it was still killed by someone first, this ghost place is really suitable for doing this kind of thing, your sister!

Time came to dawn, and it was also the last day that all kinds of monsters in the sky came out of the black hole, and it was hard to believe that these two things were not related, and the dialect couldn't be distracted by these mysterious powers, and this damn thing ran there!

As a plant-shaped alien still runs... Run... Your sister, although it is a strange beast, it is always a plant type! Isn't there a famous botanical museum here! What a fool, Fang Yan patted his head with self-reproach, and flew towards the botanical museum with all his might.

That's right!

It is this kind of mental fluctuation, sweet and alluring, that people today unconsciously relax their vigilance and can't help but move forward.

This kind of mental fluctuation has no effect on dialects, and in the center of the highest frequency of mental fluctuations, dialects finally see the existence of future slaughter.

Because of it, the survivors who survived in the future were swallowed alive by it, and their spiritual power was lower than that of it, and they couldn't resist at all, so now, let me fight it in advance and destroy it, and also make some contributions to the world in the future.

A dense clump of vines covered this small forest, and all the woods were swallowed by these vines, and the thick main vine in the center was a meter thick, and the spiritual fluctuations were the purest in the middle of the ends.

It's you, it's good that the consciousness has not been conceived, otherwise it will be erased from the consciousness, and the effect will be greatly reduced, now it is just right, Lancôme is worthy of being the son of the world that luck loves, awesome!

Fang Yan came to the purest place of the spirit, stretched out his hand, the skin of the vine was removed, revealing the white vine inside, the white light continued to flow, Fang Yan took it out without stopping, and the rattan that had been drawn over instantly fell soft.

The dialect uses spiritual power to block this jade vine, which is only the size of a calf, but it gives birth to the future emperor, and the magic of creation!

The dialect withstood the rain of monsters falling from the sky, all obstacles. Everything in front of the tongue was shattered, and the monsters in the sky poured blood mold.

I haven't breathed the air of this beautiful world well, and I haven't done a good job, I was killed by this domineering guy, do you think I want to come to this world, I'm also desperate, I'll go there and cry!

Dialects are flying recklessly in the sky, and the people below are fortunate to see such awesome behavior of dialects, and they all unanimously believe that this is not a human being, such a powerful existence.

It is impossible to appear on the side of the human race, and the direction in which the dialect flies is considered to be a place that must not be visited, where there is a terrible existence.

By noon, Fang Yan finally saw his base in the air, and he didn't see it for a long time, and Fang Yan didn't know this place anymore.

If he hadn't felt Lancôme's mental fluctuations steadily rising, he wouldn't have dared to confirm that this was his base, and the entire city wall was like a living giant version of the black beetle!

A mile away, a brownish-green swamp appeared on the ground, and it was constantly expanding outward, although it was very slow, but it never stopped, the ground was already empty, before the dialect left, it was still full of hills of black ant corpses, and now it should have been swallowed by the mutated city wall.

I can't imagine that these two hostile species can combine with each other to make up for their own shortcomings, and now with the strong spiritual power of the dialect, they are a little depressed in this swamp, and it is difficult to explore the depth of the swamp with the current spiritual power of the dialect, which is terrifying!

Entering the city wall, the oppressive feeling disappeared all at once, and the closer you got to Lancôme, the spatial oppression became as if there was nothing.

Open the tower door, the water vapor of the hot spring fills the air inside the tower, so that the visibility is only a few meters away, and the dialect comes to Lancôme, wrapping her Your jelly begins to be a little transparent, and the looming peaks and valleys make the dialect can't help but swallow saliva.

Fang Yan put the vine on Lancôme's eyebrows, the vine began to drip white water droplets from the bottom, the white light of the vine began to flicker, and gradually the light of the vine began to dim, until the light stopped completely, and there was no water dripping down, Fang Yan put away the vine, this thing is still useful, not to be wasted!

Lancôme's spiritual power began to increase when the essence of the vine began to drip down, and the external spiritual power was absorbed by Lancôme's spiritual power, steadily improving, and the dialect estimated that after Lancôme woke up, there would never be any more temptation or injury from being easily spiritually tempted!

From another point of view, Lancôme's spiritual power is even more pure than dialects, and the blackened dialect in the spiritual sea of dialects alone consumes a lot of spiritual power suppression of dialects.

The blackened one is not another soul of the dialect, but another personality.

Another personality created by the negative emotions accumulated in the last days of existence, if it were not a matter of life and death, tongues would never let him out.

It's not that the blackened dialect will conflict with the usual dialect when it comes out, but it's that there is a big difference in the treatment of issues.

It's like when you're walking down a sidewalk, and there are a few silly people in front of you who line up to occupy the street, and it's common to say "give way" or go around the side. The blackened dialect may rush up and kick it over, making you stupid, the whole road is your home!

The water in Lancôme's pool turned completely clear water, and her eyelids began to move, and after waiting for a while, Lancôme opened her eyes, and the dialect with a smile on her face smirked on the side.

Lancôme felt the dialect's gaze stealthily sweeping over some places, looked around the environment, finally understood the situation, and said with a smile: "Is it good-looking!"

"Beautiful!"

"Then do you want to touch it!"

"Yes! Ah, I'll get you clothes!" Fang Yan came to his senses, and his embarrassment was wide.

"Wait a minute, what to take, isn't there a ready-made one, you want to slip there!" Lancôme pointed to the clothes not far away, which was taken off by Lancôme in the previous dialect in order to let Lancôme take a bath, and the little cutie looked quite dazzling on the top.

"That's... The effect of soaking in clothes is not good, so..."

"Alright, don't pull me up yet!" Lancôme reached out.

Fang Yan's fingers touched his nose, and he also reached out to hold Lancôme's hand, ready to exert force, and was pulled down by Lancôme, and in a panic, a red lip came up to Fang Yan's lips......