Compared to the outside, the space here is narrow, and the puppet soldiers have nowhere to dodge, and they are sprayed with "sticky phlegm".

Zizi ......

In the hands of the Desert Emperor, there was an extra shield with soft gold as the skeleton and fused silica glass as the surface.

It was Zhao Chuanxin who sold it.

Zhao Chuanxin carried a light knife and fought hard with the puppet soldier on the left.

Boom ......

It didn't break.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't feel it, but he noticed that "my" arm vibrated violently, and it was obvious that the puppet soldier was really powerful.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his left hand.

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

The puppet soldier's eyes are shattered.

Zhao Chuanxin was short, and the bare knife cut through its abdomen, splitting the blind puppet soldier in two.

The No. 13 ball was thrown, and the moment the head of the puppet soldier in front of him tilted past, Zhao Chuanxin swept the light knife.

Laugh at......

The puppet soldier's head rolls off.

He was already mentally prepared to fold his life, and at this time, his heart was extremely peaceful and calm, and the feeling of bloody battle in Qiulin Store hit his heart.

The 13th ball bounced back and forth, and the puppet soldiers covered their eyes with their arms.

The Desert Emperor just wanted to make a move, but Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around, and there was another mouthful of sticky phlegm.

The Desert Emperor hurriedly raised his shield.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and pulled the God of War M1907, and suddenly ......

Fused silica glass shatters.

The Desert Emperor was shocked and angry, he had the same feeling as Zhao Chuanxin, and he felt that he couldn't guard against it.

Zhao Chuanxin was another mouthful of sticky phlegm.

The Desert Emperor's Chaos Armor is also made of soft gold, and he is also afraid of dragon's breath.

At the critical moment, he flashed in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin discovered that the Chaos Armor of the Desert Emperor actually did not have "eyes".

At this time, he didn't plan to hide his hole cards, first a thick mist steamed, and then it flashed, and instantly arrived in front of the black puppet craftsman.

Where he was just now, a red light flashed, and the body of a puppet soldier was cut through the Desert Emperor's light blade rune, but it was not damaged.

Zhao Chuanxin knew in his heart that as long as the fog was thick enough, the lethality of the light blade would be greatly reduced.

Seeing that the puppet craftsman is about to succeed.

The Desert Emperor rushed out of the mist and saw that Zhao Chuanxin was approaching the black puppet craftsman, but he never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would also have an old sacred altar that could flash.

Before, when Zhao Chuanxin broke the True Vision Crystal and collected the fragments, he knew that he had space equipment, but at this time, seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was about to snatch the black puppet craftsman, he was too late to stop it.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was already showing joy, and he was just about to bring the black puppet craftsman into the space, when he heard a slight "bang" burst.

The black puppet craftsman's body joints seemed to have lost its strength, and his body fell limply on the workbench.

He's dead?

Zhao Chuanxin was a little confused.

The Desert Emperor saw that the black puppet craftsman was about to be succeeded by Zhao Chuanxin at the critical moment, and remotely controlled the black puppet craftsman's internal energy gem to be damaged, and at the same time disconnected.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to do more than he wanted, and took the black puppet craftsman into his pocket.

The Desert Emperor was furious: "Look for death!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the white puppet craftsman on the other side, at this time it had been dissolved into shape by Zhao Chuanxin's several mouthfuls of big sticky phlegm, it was obviously useless, I was afraid that even if the third-order ninth-level craftsman came, it would be powerless to save it.

Zhao Chuanxin was hit by a light blade in the thick fog, and the fire armor on his body was cut, and the resolute armor was broken, and the flesh and blood were cut open, but the light blade did not go deep after all.

Zhao Chuanxin can't feel the pain, only "me" can.

But "I" had died too many times, and this pain had long been accustomed to him.

Zhao Chuanxin had another mouthful of sticky phlegm, which flashed immediately.

The Desert Emperor flashed at almost the same time.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin appeared at the window position, and the Desert Emperor appeared at Zhao Chuanxin's original position, and the two happened to be staggered.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around, and a mouthful of sticky phlegm flashed.

The Desert Emperor flashed.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed into the garden outside and jumped into it.

The Desert Emperor also flashed into the garden, just one step slower.

He naturally didn't have the courage to "jump off the building" like Zhao Chuanxin.

However, his True Vision Crystal was all over the city, and at this time, he easily flashed under the palace, holding an old sacred altar in his hand, looking up and waiting for Zhao Chuanxin's whereabouts.

His rumbling, beast-like trembling voice came: "Fearless Pioneer, I have the power of faith of the inhabitants of a city, and today is the celebration of the Fusion Festival, I don't believe you can escape from my palm!" ”

The Fusion Festival celebration, which includes a program boasting about the martial arts of the Desert Emperor, should be the peak of his faith power absorption today.

In order to catch and kill Zhao Chuanxin, he used the old sacred altar in front of everyone, exposing his hole cards, and his heart was naturally angry.

It's the equivalent of missing a killer weapon for his enemies.

He originally didn't look down on Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, there are pros and cons to choosing the Fusion Festival celebration action.

"Really?" Zhao Chuanxin was not intimidated: "You have the power of faith in one city, and I have the power of faith in several cities, so let's see who consumes whom!" ”

As a result of the victory over Tsarist Russia, the news of the resumption of land and the payment of reparations by Tsarist Russia gradually spread.

Zhao Chuanxin's power of faith at this time was even more than balanced and inexhaustible.

He was originally going to run, but it can be seen that the Desert Emperor took out the old sacred altar and hung it on a card slot in the Chaos Armor on his chest, and Zhao Chuanxin suddenly changed his mind again.

Another way of saying that if you don't die, you won't die is called - wealth and danger are sought.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered to the mourning spirit: "We will wait for the opportunity to act later, and the two of us will cooperate to find a way to get the old sacred altar of the Desert Emperor." ”

The mourning spirit cares most about the old sacred altar, which is the key to its search for Zhao Chuanxin.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he glanced at the top of the tower with a tall tower opposite, and there was a true vision crystal, and he had an idea, and stepped on the ladder and ran towards that side.

He ran higher and higher, and had already surpassed the top of the tower.

Sure enough, the figure of the desert emperor below flashed and flashed to the top of the tower.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a black thing falling from the sky in a thick fog.

It was not Zhao Chuanxin, but a field cannon reconstructed in 1902 in Tsarist Russia, weighing one ton.

Zhao Chuanxin took it out of the secret realm and smashed it directly.

The Desert Emperor was startled, and several blades of light appeared above his head at the same time.

However, Zhao Chuanxin's operation was to use a thick fog to wrap the field artillery, and although the light blade was sharp, it was discounted, and only the barrel and body of the field artillery were cut.

Rumble......

The Desert Emperor was smashed.

But at the critical moment, he dodged a little, so he was only hit by a barrel more than 2 meters long.

At the same time, the True Vision Crystal was also smashed.

A light knife silently appeared in the thick fog and headed straight for the Desert Emperor.

That's a smart gyroscope-operated light knife.

The Desert Emperor pushed the barrel away, and the flying barrel connected with the light knife, and after embedding, the light knife was smashed crookedly.

Zhao Chuanxin held the imitation of Madsen to gather fire towards the desert emperor.

Tata Tower......

The Chaos Armor on the Desert Emperor's body was beaten like rippling water, and that was because the soft gold had a certain flexibility.

Chaos Armor is not afraid of bullets, and Mourning is not afraid of either.

It had enshrined the old sacred altar in the recess of the Desert Emperor's chest.

The Desert Emperor roared angrily, and suddenly flashed.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the mourner: "Have you succeeded?" ”

No sound.

He could not see the mourners.

At this moment, a dense red light flashed next to the True Vision Crystal at the top of a tall tower about a mile away.

The sudden palpitations hit Zhao Chuanxin's heart.

He suddenly went crazy and ran towards the ladder.

But after running over, the red light disappeared along with the Desert Emperor, and immediately lit up on the top of another tower.

The red light is the rune of the light blade, and where there is a light blade, it must be where the Desert Emperor is.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to run again, but the smart gyroscope reminded him that his energy was insufficient and there was a risk of falling up and down halfway.

Because the run is too fast, the energy of the smart gyroscope can't keep up.

Zhao Chuanxin clenched his fists.

The little follower of the mourning soul has lived a little longer, but he has lived outside the world for a long time.

What it did was just looking for relatives, it mistook Zhao Chuanxin for a relative, and helped Zhao Chuanxin many times without return.

He was injured by the Vitality Spring guards when he captured the Vitality Spring, and that time it was because Zhao Chuanxin was too greedy.

But don't let anything happen.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin's ear sounded a weak voice: "I'm back." ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw the old sacred altar floating quietly in the air.

He took the old sacred altar and held it tightly in his palm: "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm hurt, very badly." The mourner's voice grew weaker. "I was hit by a hundred and thirty stabbing blades, and I followed the Desert Emperor a few times before snatching the old sacred altar. I, I, I'm going to die......"

"Don't, don't die." Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly said: "We will now go to the bloody and sweaty cave and start the operation crossing." ”

"Okay." The mourner's voice was gentle, and his tone was tinged with dying tranquility.

"You lay on me to save your strength."

"Okay."

Just as he was talking, the smart gyroscope finished replenishing energy, and Zhao Chuanxin went all the way downhill.

As he ran, he glanced down and saw that the puppet soldiers in the city were quickly gathering in a certain direction, even pushing the inhabitants of the city into the air.

Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled at first, and then thought of a possibility.

Losing the old sacred altar and the black and white puppet craftsman, the desert emperor was instigated, because he didn't know how much dragon breath Zhao Chuanxin had, and Zhao Chuanxin could still flash, but he couldn't.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to take care of him at this time, and it was just right that there was no obstacle, and after falling to the ground, he stepped on the ethereal traveler and ran wildly to the bloody and sweaty stolen goods.

Master Jia and the other evacuees were looking forward to it, and as soon as Zhao Chuanxin came back, they asked, "How is it?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and hurriedly took out the three old sacred altars and put them together.

The three old sacred altars were originally three individuals, but at this time they were fused together.

Originally, the power of the faith of the old sacred altar had a limited capacity, but at this time, there was no upper limit, and there was no infinite accumulation.

The mourning spirit said weakly: "If the shuttle fails, I will let my body turn into a part of your body at a critical moment." ”

"Don't worry, you won't die, I'm going out now." Zhao Chuanxin said to it with a smile.

I feel a little unbearable.

He also has relatives in his heart, and he also wants to see his relatives, but it seems that the world is disturbed by him and he can only see his future grandmother.

If one day I see my grandmother and he dies, I guess I will die blindly.

When the mourning company was dying, he was still thinking about adding some strength to Zhao Chuanxin.

Thinking of reprimanding it before, it always looked aggrieved, and Zhao Chuanxin felt even more uncomfortable.

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew from the state and took a deep breath in the cabin.

Just as he was about to make a move, the floor-to-ceiling glass window suddenly made a "bang" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was startled, thinking that someone was going to attack him, and suddenly the muzzle of the God of War M1907 gun pointed out the window, but he saw a big bird more than half a meter high with white feathers and only a few brown spots hit the glass, and at this time he was lying on his stomach in the snow, as if he had knocked out or killed himself.

This is the snow owl, it must have seen the light flying towards this direction, and the fused silica glass was highly transparent, and it crashed straight into it.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief and went out, picked up the big bird that was still at the body temperature and threw it on the ground, so as not to freeze to death outside without hitting it.

He hurriedly opened the Holy Light Passage to the maximum of the Old God's Codex, draining all the power of faith.

It had just opened, and the mourning spirit had used its last strength to burrow into the passage.

I don't know if it's because the passage opened this time is too big, or for other reasons, Zhao Chuanxin actually saw the figure of the mourning spirit on the page of the "Old God Codex", which was a chubby dough-shaped thing, which seemed to be able to stretch and deform, and at this time it was pulled and twisted by the Holy Light Channel.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't find its face clearly, but he seemed to be able to feel its painful expression of being pulled.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to reach out to help it pull it, but naturally his hand couldn't reach through, so he could only be anxious.

The passage gradually decreased, decreased, but the pulling force became stronger, like a hurricane blowing in a wind tunnel, only this hurricane was raging in the form of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the mourning spirit, and the mourning soul also saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know if it would be disappointed.

Because he is just an ordinary body, he is not a "half-fairy" existence that can compare to his relatives.

How could a half-fairy be afraid of bullets, poisoning, and shelling?

It's coming, it's coming, it's getting closer.

The passage shrank to the extreme, and Zhao Chuanxin could vaguely see that the mourning spirit was struggling hard, but the extent of the struggle was getting smaller and smaller.

Zhao Chuanxin added the newly acquired power of faith to it, making the passage expand a little.

When the mourning spirit could barely move, it finally squeezed out of the Holy Light Channel.

"%¥@#......" mourning spirit is like a gossamer, and the voice is looming.

Because Zhao Chuanxin did not substitute into "my" body, he couldn't understand the language of that world.

But he found that the book cover of the Old Gods Codex had been translated.

It says, "I can't do it anymore." ”

The mourning spirit said, "You have the same temper as the one I love the most, I miss it so much, I will never see it again, woo woo ......"

It sobbed under its breath.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the mourning spirit was in the wooden house, but at this moment, he couldn't see its existence when he left the Holy Light Channel.

Zhao Chuanxin's hand holding the "Old God Codex" trembled.

It turned out that it had always known that it was not its relative.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and a rare feeling of guilt grew in his heart.

The mourning spirit said, "I will die, my body will become a part of your body, and I am willing to let myself and you become one forever, and my spirit, my spirit ......"

I don't know if it's going to die, or something else.

Finally, the mourner's voice became ethereal: "My spirit is attached to this white creature......

The sound of the mourning disappeared completely.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt his left arm sink slightly.

As if an amputee could feel phantom limb pain, Zhao Chuanxin felt that his right arm was extended.

He called it an accessory.

He reached out and squeezed the glass of water on the table with his autifier.

The water glass, two meters away, "slammed" and split apart.

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

He punched in the air, breaking the sturdy solid wood legs.

He used his right hand to pick up the broken leg on the ground without hindrance.

The mourning spirit is gone, and its body grows on its own body, whether it accepts it or not.

Zhao Chuanxin is actually reluctant to let himself become a monster.

Fortunately, this invisible limb is invisible to others.

The death of the mourning soul made Zhao Chuanxin feel a faint sadness in his heart, not much, but there must be.

He is not a long life, and only "mourning" is relatively rare, and some people are almost not sad when they are like this.

In a daze, the snowy owl on the ground moved, flapped its wings and shook its feet.

walked two steps, jumped on the armrest of Zhao Chuanxin's recliner, opened and closed his mouth, and made a "horn horn" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

At this time, a line appeared on the cover of the "Old God Codex": "Let me out, it's too hot here." ”

Zhao Chuanxin bit his nails and looked at it, it squinted and looked like a little old lady.

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the book cover again.

"Let me out, are you deaf?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head and got up to open the door.

For the sake of the mourning spirit, don't care about it.

The snowy owl jumped on the ground and ran out of the house, and flew into the woods with a flap of its wings.

Zhao Chuanxin stood at the door of the room, hesitated for a moment and spoke to the forest outside: "Mourning? ”

The mourning spirit said that it would possess the spirit of the snow owl.

There was no response.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head in disappointment, it seems that the mourning spirit is completely dead, its original spirit may not have the memory of life, and it is not the previous mourning spirit attached to the snow owl.

Back inside the house, I added firewood to the fireplace.

Flipping through the Old Gods Codex, the matter is far from over.

[I was slightly injured, and after dealing with the injuries, I took out the black puppet craftsman and gave Master Jia and the others a rough description of the battle process. 】

Zhao Chuanxin sensed that the power of faith in the old sacred altar was enough to open the Holy Light Channel, and then substituted into it.

Master Jia looked at the black puppet craftsman and said in disappointment: "The emperor has cut off the connection, the energy crystal has also been shattered, and now only a fragment of the central control rune that stores memories is intact, but we can't activate it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin took out the azure crystal that rippled on the wall before and said, "Use this as an energy gem to drive." ”

Master Jia took the azure crystal: "It can be driven, but after activation, it will be as muddy as a fool with only memories, and it is no longer a skilled craftsman comparable to a third-order ninth-level craftsman, and we have no way of knowing the runes it masters." ”

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin noticed the vibration of the smart gyroscope.

His heart moved, and he said to Master Jia, "You open the puppet craftsman to reveal the chip cabin inside. ”

"Chip cabin?"

"Forehead......" Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's the place to control it." ”

Master Jia was puzzled, but he still took out his craftsman's tools and dismantled a board from the black puppet craftsman's chest: "This is it." ”

There were fragments of energy gems scattered inside, and after Zhao Chuanxin poured out these fragments, Master Jia stuffed the sapphire into it.

The black puppet craftsman moved.

At this time, the smart gyroscope drilled into the cabin.

As if the black puppet craftsman who had lost his soul stood up in an instant, he moved his six puppet arms, four of which supported his body, and used one puppet arm to draw on the ground.

Master Jia was dumbfounded: "How is this possible?" Is it writing? Why can't I read it? ”

He can't understand it, but Zhao Chuanxin does.

The black puppet craftsman writes Chinese characters: I am Xingyue.

"I" can't speak Chinese, so Zhao Chuanxin can only write on the ground: Can you control its body?

Xingyue: Yes.

Master Jia was surprised: "You are communicating? Ask it, does it master the light blade and the central control rune? ”

Xingyue shook his head directly and wrote on the ground: Although I control its memory, it does not master the light blade and the central control rune, it has the true eye and the solid two runes. At the beginning, after Master Jia and other ninth-level craftsmen created the black and white puppet craftsmen, the Desert Emperor misled Master Jia and the others into thinking that the black puppet craftsmen were in control of the light blade and the central control rune, in order to prevent today's situation.

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

He repeated Xingyue's words to Master Jia.

Master Jia scolded: "Cunning, treacherous, reckless, tyrant ......"

Zhao Chuanxin weighed the gains and losses in his heart, he felt that this adventure, in addition to the eternal regret of losing his soul, in general, he took advantage.

The elven carving knife is broken in half, but the length of one meter is enough to break the boat, as long as it doesn't run into soft gold.

Fortitude armor and fire armor were cut by the light blade rune, but they can still be used to mend them.

The blasting arrows are gone, the ammunition is wasted a little, and a field cannon is costed, these consumables are nothing, and Zhao Chuanxin is sure that he can be replenished.

The harvest was huge, he actually got two runes, as well as the body and memory of the black puppet craftsman.

Won the friendship of the "craftsman" - Master Jia.

The most important is the old sacred altar.

When the old sacred altar was upgraded and the power of faith had no upper limit, Zhao Chuanxin remembered the scene where the Desert Emperor was teleported in the city at will by relying on the True Vision Crystal.

The characteristic of the old sacred altar is that as long as the eye is within reach and the power of faith is sufficient, theoretically speaking, Zhao Chuanxin can be teleported to any place on the earth where the True Vision Crystal exists.

The upgraded Old Hallowed Altar is the True Artifact.

(End of chapter)