Chapter 1646: In the world of dragons, the psychological quality is so bad? (2nd more)
Song Shuhang did not meet the habit of scanning the QR code... Unlike the savage three waves of predecessors, even the two-dimensional code of the ‘天人’ forehead is not missed.
However, this time the two-dimensional code is drawn on him, how can I not receive it?
Song Shuhang looked in the mirror and raised the phone to adjust the angle. 啪, it was swept once.
Drop
The phone makes a pleasant sound.
However, there was no such thing as sweeping out.
"Is my operation wrong?" Song Shuhang grabbed his head.
After thinking about it, he took a step back, adjusted the angle of the phone, and directed the phone directly to the QR code of his body, and swept it again.
Drop
This time, it was coming out.
Song Shuhang turned over the phone and looked at it... it was a picture.
"Figure, picture?" Song Shuhang eyes wide open.
The girl painted on him for a long time, painted such a complicated QR code, and the result was swept out and turned out to be a picture?
The stomach is sore, the liver is also painful, and the kidneys are also.
The picture is a very large altar with a primitive and mysterious style. In a basin surrounded by mountains.
The altar is full of ancient witches. This is a more ancient text than the 'ancient language'. Today, most of them have been lost, and there are not many people who understand these ancient witches.
Above the altar, there is a large pit with a small pond size.
On the side of the altar of the altar, there was a vague figure standing in the pit of the altar, stretching out his hand and opening his wrist. The golden blood flowed out of the wound and landed in the altar of the altar.
Over the altar, there were densely packed enemy figures, all of which were peering at the altar below, staring at the blurred figure on the edge of the altar.
Song Shuhang: "..."
What does this picture mean?
Could it be that I am looking for this ‘Altar?’
However, a single picture, where can I find this altar? Too strong people are hard.
If my ‘assessment secret law’ is still there, I can try to identify it and see if I can get some clues and intelligence.
Song Shuhang smashed his brow.
His gaze eventually fell on the man on the edge of the altar.
The man's body is painted with complicated tattoos - but it is not the two-dimensional code of Song Shuhang. People are serious eight hundred ancient witch tattoos.
Song Shuhang carefully pondered these tattoos.
Perhaps the secret is hidden in this tattoo?
He zoomed in on the picture on his phone.
After watching it for a while... He looked up at the sky and sighed.
Song. I don’t know anything about ancient witch tattoos. Book Air.
If he doesn't understand it at all, he can study something to make a problem.
Song Shuhang narrowed down the picture of the mobile phone and carefully watched the picture as a whole.
"Hey?" Suddenly, he snorted.
Is it a dazzling? For a moment, he felt that this person with a vague face was himself.
The wound on the wrist seemed to appear on his own arm, burning pain.
It also seems that there is blood flowing out of his body and falling into this altar.
After a while, there was a kind of life-like feeling of blood loss and weakness.
Song Shuhang felt that he was cold, breathing hard, losing oxygen, and sweating.
Excessive blood loss and this symptom?
Song Shuhang recalled his memory of the identification of the secret law. At that time, he was filled with blood like a fountain. The whole person was sprayed with adult dry, but he took a medicine and recovered it as soon as he recovered.
嗡
Just thinking about it, Song Shuhang only felt a squeak in his mind.
It was as if a huge bee swarmed in his mind.
Song Shuhang closed his eyes and shook his head.
After a long while, he felt his voice screaming in his mind and he opened his eyes again.
Still in the studio of the girl.
However, behind him, there was a warm touch.
The warm feeling of the ocean dispelled the chill of his body at this time.
Then, a pair of hands with golden light, gently held him and held him in his arms.
It is the arms of the beauty of the snake.
Has she entered this illusory world?
In other words... broke?
"Promise and wait for the fairy." Song Shuhang warmed his heart and moved: "You are coming."
During the speech, a pair of small wings at the waist of the meritorious snake beauty spread out and took a light shot.
The bird expands and turns into a pair of giant wings.
The wings are closed and the Song Shuhang and the meritorious snakes are covered.
"The human cannon is prepared at the first level." @#%×The fairy mouth makes a strange call.
Song Shuhang: "?"
There is a bad feeling in his heart.
I haven't waited for him to ponder the origin of this unpredictable hunch...
boom!
The beauty of the meritorious snake holds him, rises into the sky and slams into the ceiling.
咚
Song Shuhang only felt a sharp impact on his head and ceiling.
His eyes were black and he fell into a coma again.
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Song Shuhang was awakened by a fierce ‘painful pain’.
He opened his eyes again and found himself in the black space.
In the world of tyrannical tyrannical tyranny, the tireless ‘painful pain’ came to him and attacked his will.
The beauty of the meritorious snake has been restored to its original state, and her snake tail is in a group, ‘sitting’ on one side. A pair of wings at the waist have been re-shrinked to cover her lower abdomen position.
[This pair of wings can grow bigger. 】 Song Shuhang stared at the pair of wings, @#%×仙子, each evolution can bring great surprises.
啪
At this time, another violent pain fell on Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang's body trembled - this is not known to be the pain of the hundred and ten waves.
He found that he could withstand the pain of this level.
Song. The patience of pain has risen to the next level. This degree of severe pain has become a piece of cake.
"Hey? I am getting used to it so quickly?" Song Shuhang himself was a little surprised.
When the 101st wave was severely painful before the Ming Dynasty, the pain of the previous one was almost reached his limit.
But now, the pain of the robbery has fallen, and there is no feeling.
"Is it a catastrophe in the world of dragons, and finally it is powerless? Or is my tolerance for pain going up to the next level? Or, only the pain of 101 waves is special?" Song Shuhang guessed.
啪 Another wave of painful landing.
"There are still a few waves? Do you not have to delay the time, all in one breath?" Song Shuhang proposed to the black space.
Everyone's time is very precious.
It is meaningless to waste on this meaningless, painless ‘days of suffering.’
As Song Shuhang’s voice fell, the black space... began to collapse.
The dragon robbed and disappeared.
Song Shuhang: "???"
This dragon in the world, the psychological quality is so bad?
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Black Dragon World, Dadama Forest, Dragon Blood Tribe
Song Shuhang’s consciousness returned to the flesh.
He opened his eyes.
The glare of the sun shone on him.
The hamster demon two front paws carry the toothpick sword, sitting on the balcony guardrail, and a hind paw hanging under the guardrail. A kind of visual sense of the rivers and lakes swordsman wave, come face to face.
Handsome and handsome.
Li Yinzhu was on the edge of Song Shuhang, with his big silver eyes, and his fingers were curiously poked at Song Shuhang’s face.
After seeing Song Shuhang woke up, she smiled and said: "A Song, you wake up."
"How long have I been practicing this time?" Song Shuhang asked habitually.
When asked this sentence, he felt that there was a special feeling of 'the monk's life.'
The monks retreat and practice, and the closure is a few months or years.
Although he has not been closed for so long, but this time it is a typhoon typhoon that has crossed the ‘5-level promotion and level 6’. Should it be at least a few days?
"One night." Li Yinzhu squinted, long eyelashes one by one: "A Song, your steel incarnation, the sun has just risen."
Song Shuhang: "..."
Time is much shorter than you think.
The Akasaka sword predecessors floated over and curiously asked: "When you retreat, how do you suddenly start to advance, from the Longluo 5 level to the Dragon 6 level? You are not transferring the magic flow to Xiaoyinzhu and the little hamster. ?"
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, talking about this matter, he felt in his heart: "all rely on teammates to assist."
The Akasaka sword predecessors immediately understood: "Someone gave you a transfer of money? Is it... the old patriarch of the Dragon Blood Tribe."
"Ah." Song Shuhang nodded.
"Nothing, you are not returning safely." The seniors of Akasaka Sword patted Song Shuhang with a hilt: "Even I feel that this is a good thing for you."
You see, when the Resurrection CD didn't arrive, Song Shuhang rushed out of Longluo 5 Jin 6 and spent the night.
If the CD of the resurrection gold coin is cooled, Song Shuhang will not die, and it seems that I am sorry for so many resurrection instruments.
"Is the promotion successful, do you feel any change?" asked the seniors of the Akasaka sword.
Song Shuhang closed his eyes and looked at his own state: "The knowledge of God has risen again, and the intensity of mental power has more than doubled."
Originally his spiritual strength, there are six grades of true monarchy, plus the relationship between the gods and Xiao Jindan '古幽龙魄', the spiritual strength can also double, equivalent to twice the ordinary 'six products true The degree of Jun'.
Now his mental strength has doubled.
"Then, oh... my little Jin Dan." Song Shuhang suddenly called out.
His seven small golden dan, except for the core of the ‘Ancient sorcerer’s blood, completed the composition of Jin Dan.
Now, his ‘古巫神血’ has also changed.
The essence of the ancient witch **** blood is a drop of dark golden blood. It is covered with a messy, repeated coverage of the 'two-dimensional code' pattern... that is the pattern formed by the golden **** blood after absorbing more than 50 five-person heavenly people.
At this time, the messy two-dimensional code on the blood of the ancient witch **** was sorted out and combined to form a brand new two-dimensional code.
After Song Shuhang saw the two-dimensional code, he paused and his consciousness covered the ‘Ancient God of the Witch.’
The blood of the ancient witch was spread out and formed a flat shape.
The two-dimensional code is completely displayed in front of Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang’s consciousness swept through the QR code and wanted to copy it out, then scan it with a mobile phone.
When he thought of such a move, the ancient witch **** brushed a little, and a pattern appeared.
It is the altar map.