"This can't be?"

A breath of strange breath, a brief change in the color of his face and lips, and the reaction to drinking the potion If this is all there is, the medicine saint sister rouge sea bream will not believe that this is the "explosive ambition" that she has personally configured.

"Rouge!"

Xiu Fish called the affectionate nickname of the cochineal, which means that she is angry.

For high-level pharmacists, missing hands does not mean an accident, but a danger, God knows if the thing is poisonous, and how toxic it can be?

In most cases, the toxicity caused by the failure of the potion is almost inexplicable, and no one knows what kind of mutation has occurred in it, and if it does, it will not fail at all.

"Wait, drink this!"

As if facing a great enemy, the cochineal snapper extracted a transparent and colorless potion from his spatial alchemy memory, stuffed it directly into Lin Mo's hand, and took out a silver needle and roasted it on the candle fire on the wooden table for a while, carefully took out a few drops of blood from his fingertips, and put them into a glass plate the size of a gold coin.

Seeing the cochineal bream waving his hands to make phantoms, using those bloodstained glass plates to make all kinds of unimaginable potions, Xiu Yu couldn't help but mutter: "This guy, dealing with poison all day long, will have something wrong sooner or later." ”

After a few moments, the cochineal snapper extracted Lin Mo's fingertip blood again and took out another potion for him to drink.

After half an hour of scrambling, the cochineal bream finally stopped moving, and said to himself with a slight crappy eyebrow: "There is nothing abnormal! How can this be? ”

She took out the prescription formula and configuration process to carefully ponder and deduce, but she never got the essentials.

"Rouge, what's going on?"

Xiu Yu was a little impatient, she didn't know what this medicine saint girl had checked.

"One qiē is normal! The blood concentration is obviously zài, but nothing happens, it's incredible!"

The cochineal finally gave up and shrugged her shoulders, a situation she had never encountered before.

"Isn't that great? Do you want something bad to happen?"

Xiu Yu was angry for a while. She really should have changed to an experienced and stable medicine saint, she was so shocked, her little heart couldn't stand it.

"How are you feeling, Lord Morin?"

The rouge snapper refocused on Lin Mo's body, his expression and tone like a bear child who had made a mistake.

"Good, nothing out of the ordinary!"

Lin Mo stood up and took two steps, raised his arms and moved his legs, neither lame nor blind. It didn't become a superman who wore underwear.

"Maybe there's nothing wrong with the potion, maybe my mental power has been raised to the limit of the rank, so that the effect of the medicine can't be exerted. ”

The dragon knight narrowed his eyes slightly, sinking his mind into his own sea of consciousness.

It had become a world of royal blue light, a myriad of crystal blue threads of the utmost purity intertwined, fluctuating in a strange rhythm, like a real ocean.

Obviously, the huge spiritual power of the ninth order of the human rank had firmly resisted the rank barrier, and it was no longer possible to take a single inch. Only the secret art vortex implanted by the Demon Beast Xuanyu Huangxing Clan was still brutal and domineering, and continued to extract the energy of the spirit system rule seed, spilling it all into his sea of consciousness without reservation.

The rule energy condensed by Raven with all his might is too large for a human race, which is equivalent to condensing a lake and putting it into a small pond with a radius of less than one acre. If it weren't for the Xuanyu Huangxing Clan's secret art restraint protection, coupled with Lin Mo's lack of ability to induce the rule seed, he might have been blown to pieces by this pure and powerful rule power.

The continuous release of spiritual energy enabled Lin Mo's spiritual power to advance by leaps and bounds even without cultivation, but this process was completely out of his control. Over time, the newly formed thread of spiritual power was almost about to weave the entire sea of consciousness into a solid-like existence.

God knows what will happen once the ocean of spiritual power in the sea of consciousness is completely solidified.

It's a pity that Lin Mo doesn't have the slightest spiritual talent. can only guard the treasure empty, barely attract some simple and superficial applications, and cannot exert all its power at all.

If it were replaced by someone who had even a little bit of spiritual affinity talent, I am afraid that he would have already been promoted to a strong position at this moment.

"Limit?"

The cochineal snapper frowned and thought for a while, and could only accept such an answer, otherwise it would not be able to explain the strange phenomenon that the blood concentration was normal, but it could not trigger the improvement of mental power.

It's really blind to such a precious potion.

Over time, blood levels will gradually decrease, and eventually it will be as if it had never been taken before.

"Ahh

Stiffly holding a movement, the warbler lying on the ground screamed and sat up suddenly.

He looked at the stool beside him suspiciously, then at the floor below him, touched his head, and said blankly, "Why am I on the ground?"

But no one in the room told him this answer, and the secret guard of the wealth fan still sat on the ground tightly with his money bag in his hand, confused-

The underground black dungeon of the Imperial Intelligence Department, the cells and passages that were once again filled with a lingering thick stench of blood and foul blood.

Just a few days ago, the underground cells that were stuffed to the verge of explosion were subjected to a horrific massacre.

With the order of the head of the intelligence department to "clean up" the bastards in the cell, the intelligence officer Rehaqi gave the order, and the jailers stabbed sharp spears into the cell through the iron fence.

Screams, cries, howls and moans continued almost all night.

The next morning, the soldiers stepped on the blood that had not reached the surface of their feet, carried out the corpses of the prisoners with hideous and twisted faces, threw them into the body like rotten wood, and filled more than 20 carts, all of which were transported outside the city and burned clean in the pit.

After the massacre, the prison officer, who had been complaining that the cell was full, kept his mouth shut.

Although it was washed for three or four days in a row, the dungeon of the Ministry of Intelligence was still bloody, and people could quickly feel the inexplicable eerie aura tightly grasping their bodies when they walked in, and a layer of goosebumps involuntarily floated, as if there were countless resentful spirits crying in their ears.

"Say, your real name, and where are your accomplices!"

Syllable!~

The leather whip stained with salt water struck the light god who was tied to the cross, and the skin immediately opened.

"I am the Hiss family worshipping the god of law, Fallberry, and I have no accomplices. ”

With no more screams and roaring strength, the Hiss family snorted weakly, unable to even lift a finger because he had been forcibly fed a special potion that suppressed his magic, battle qi, and body, let alone chanting incantations to release spells to resist.

These mad dogs of the Imperial Intelligence Department couldn't help but put him here, a leather whip and torture service, when did the delicate and expensive magician master taste this kind of bitterness, in the leather whip, he scolded the Imperial Intelligence Department up and down with a bloody head.

Of course, such a fierce confrontation provoked even more ferocious torture.

After a while, the light god Qiubury didn't even have the strength to harden his mouth, and he was put away and dying.

If it weren't for the fact that the torturer was an experienced old jailer and shot in a very measured manner, otherwise this good fight would have killed this magician master on the spot.

However, there are rare times when he shows his skills in a magician, especially a magic god, and the torturer who cooperates with the intelligence officer Rehaqi is somewhat overexcited.

"Water! Potion!"

The other party's "hard mouth" was completely expected by Rehazy.

Tied to the Xuangang cross, it was an extremely rare dragon knight captive in history, if it weren't for the fact that the other party had lost his fighting spirit, the golden dragon was not around, and the lightning arrest operation, the intelligence department would not have succeeded so lightly.

It is natural that he will not let go after several rounds of torture, and if he can get the information he wants after three or two sentences, such a soft bone will not bring him any sense of accomplishment at all, which is too disappointing.

At this time, the "Dragon Knight" is as free to handle as a chicken, so the intelligence officer Rehazy has plenty of time to play this interrogation game with the other party.

The healing potion was applied internally and externally, and the wound gradually stopped, but Rehaqi did not intend to let the other party go, and made a gesture, and the torturer waved the whip again.

In any case, after a few more beatings, it is like smashing the hard kernel of a fruit, only by smashing the hard shell on the outside can you get the delicious kernel inside.

The potion that washed away the disguise of the other party's appearance is still in the tense preparation, and it may be possible to see the true face of this dragon knight soon.

"I won't let you go!ah!~"

The light god Autumnberry was once again whipped into a ghost crying wolf.

The screams fell into Rehaqi's ears, like the most beautiful music, he would soon be able to crack the entire intelligence network of the Slans, and once again be reused by the big stall head "Lord General", maybe he will be able to take over the position of the adult in the future and become the new big stall leader.

This is destined to be another sleepless night-

"Your Majesty is out of the palace!"

As soon as the day dawned, the heavily guarded gate of Miyagi slowly opened, and a team of palace guards marched out in a murderous line, followed by a guard of honor holding high flags, like a long dragon extending from the palace city to the famous main road of Lingjing City, Huangquan Street, which was under martial law and cleared the field one night in advance, neatly and neatly

The four-headed high-level demonic beast "Split Cloud Fierce", which was draped in golden hideous armor and had a huge body, dragged a gorgeous car under the arch of the strong men who faintly exuded a powerful aura, and the body was shrouded in layers of spell enchantments, rolling four pairs of wheels in the direction of the gladiatorial arena-

(To be continued......)