On the twenty-thirty-seventh minute after the mirage dissipated, Yunmeng City's negative energy reached its peak.

The low-level Yin Soul Monster with low spiritual intelligence almost lost its instinct to avoid harm, churning like a wave, repeatedly impacting this lonely city in the torrential rain.

The same thing has a different nature in the eyes of different people.

A wicked parade.

The merchant smells the good, the conspirator sees the opportunity, mourns the good, and is proud of the evil.

Ordinary citizens felt the horror of fate not being controlled, and card masters, who were essentially violent professions, saw countless cards and puzzles.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.

Luo Fu couldn't learn about the miserable experience of ordinary people, and if he knew, he couldn't do anything about it.

For him, the most important thing right now is to devour everything and improve himself.

And tonight, it is a rare opportunity.

The pressure brought by the layers of ghost tides seems to have slightly developed Zhenjun's combat potential.

After all, this is a real god of war, and there is the blood of the Sichuan people who dare to fight and are good at fighting.

The axe is branded with pale gold patterns, and the opening axe is controlled by him, and it travels between heaven and earth.

Dazzling silver light cuts through the rain curtain!

For! For! For! For!

Ding——

Out of nowhere, there was a sound of gongs and drums.

The show begins.

Behind the true monarch is an overwhelming tide of ghosts.

He turned half of his face slightly, standing like a green pine, and holding the mountain axe in his right hand.

The ghost tide is surging, and the old woman goes first.

The corner of Zhenjun's eyes swept away, and the Xuanhua axe, which was as heavy as Meishan, swung out.

Wow –

A large pool of dirty blood drew a black and red sticky satin, splashing in the wind.

One second it fell to the floor tiles, and the next second it was washed away by the dark rain.

Zhenjun's wrist flicked, and the mountain axe was swung out again, and a pair of blue and black severed hands flew up not far away.

At this time, a "leather ball" flew out of nowhere.

Zhenjun didn't turn his head, only turned his right hand towards the back and up, and his slightly calloused five fingers were like five small hydraulic presses, crushing the "leather ball" alive.

At this time, the right hand flew back.

The slap that came out of the situation was fast and ruthless, and he used enough divine power to knock the black-robed sickle ghost who tried to sneak attack to the ground.

After that, he kicked the gate of the community to pieces, and raised his foot to step on the largest piece of debris.

He also cast a spell to gather the black water flowing on the ground into chains, which were dragged by the Roaring Sky Dog, and took advantage of the descending terrain to slide quickly, slashing left and right.

Smash the rusty bronze shield in front of you, and chop off the fanged Western ghost on your right hand with an axe.

Zhenjun faintly entered some kind of mysterious realm.

The godhead named [God of War] slowly condensed on his card board.

At this time, he was a tireless war machine, and the heavy axe was almost danced into a golden wind by him.

A large mass of black blood is sizzling and corroding the floor tiles, and the community square is paved with semi-illusory evil remains.

1 in 10,000...... 2 in 10,000...... 3 per 10,000......

The endless sea of hearts slowly emerged like a coiling dragon golden pillar with a vertical progress bar, an unknown stream of pure energy, going from the bottom to the top.

Although it is close to turtle speed, it is improving every minute.

After five minutes, it stopped at 6 out of 10,000.

In the rain, Zhenjun was about to continue swinging his axe against the pillar of light cast by the lamp, but found that his body was gradually becoming illusory, and he was also detached from that indescribable mysterious state.

- Luofu's mental strength has been hollowed out again.

Zhenjun shook his hand with some regret.

Spiritually, he faintly had a feeling:

If it weren't for that mysterious state, even if it was in a more bloody battle, it would not be possible to condense the godhead puzzle pieces of the [God of War].

As can be seen from the pitiful six-ten-thousandths, it is not yet the time to condense this godhead.

He still had to play football miserably.

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"Huh... Whew..."

In the pale bathroom, Luo Fu held his chest with one hand and took cold water with the other hand to sweep the sweat beads on his face.

This is the first time in his life that he has "not a drop left".

The previous two battles were controlled by him, and there was still a little mental strength left after the end, but he didn't expect that this first time he let go, his mental strength was completely emptied.

"Zhenjun, our family is poor, and we can save some of our mental strength in the future."

Luo Fu's consciousness moved, condensed a phantom in his heart, raised his hand and pointed to the half drop of mental strength that had just been condensed, and persuaded him to speak bitterly.

Zhenjun shook his head, and his expression was as calm as ever.

Through his slightly clenched hands, it is not difficult to guess that there must be a huge wave surging in his heart at this time.

There is both disappointment in myself and guilt for Luofu.

As soon as that mysterious state came to his head, he left behind Luofu's non-lasting things, which caused the other party to be completely hollowed out, and he was uncomfortable for a while.

Although the fundamental reason for this matter is that Luo Fu's mental strength reserve is too poor, no one can grasp that degree except himself.

can ask yourself, as the most famous fighting god of the Chinese folk, shouldn't he have absolute control over all the elements of his side?

"Very good, I just like this kind of self-pua Karling."

Luo Fu, who was faintly aware of the true monarch's heart, couldn't help but smile.

According to the description in the textbook, Kaling is a special life with subjective consciousness.

In addition to the card production side, card master groups other than the card production side, when purchasing or packaging cards, must pay attention to the "phase", and then exercise tacit understanding and cultivate feelings.

Even a card maker who is essentially a "creator" and can increase Kaling's favorability value at the beginning of the game must pay attention to various details in his daily relationship with Karling.

How to fully mobilize Kaling's subjective initiative, instead of blindly commanding, is also a science.

Lovre obviously won't.

But Huaxia has not raised idle gods since ancient times, it does not rain for a month, and the dragon king's mud tire has to be dragged out to bask in the sun, and if it is not good, it will be hit by cannons.

The Chinese gods who can stand out in this working environment will naturally not be a lazy person like Luofu.

In fact, they are all curly.

"If you take a hundred copies of "Kaling Psychology", it is better to have a good Kaling."

Luo Futian said shamelessly, turned on the faucet, and washed his face.

Three o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark outside the window.

The experience of this night made him not feel sleepy at this time.

Back to the living room.

Dong Niannian, who has a super good attitude and can eat and sleep, has been wrapped in a blanket and shrunk on the sofa and fell asleep.

Yang Yao sat next to her, looking at Lan Yuhuan who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes with a smile, supporting his knees with both hands, shaking his head and straightening his waist.

"This kid is silly and cute."

After that, she set her eyes on Chen Lei, this kid is still mopping the floor there, it's not too simple.

As for Gu Zhiyu, for a night owl like her, the nightlife has just begun, so it is naturally impossible to sleep, so she shrunk aside and watched variety shows with headphones on.

Zhou Chaoran didn't seem to have a sense of security about the unfamiliar environment, and stayed in a corner on the left side of the living room where everyone could be seen from beginning to end, taking out his communication card from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhuge Yi on the single sofa was in the same spirit as ever, and she was typing something on the card computer with her fingers.

It wasn't until Luo Fu approached that he swept his gaze.

"Brother Fu, I'm done with my family, the worldly meteorite and dragon blood you want will be sent over immediately."

"Immediately?"