Artifact

"What did the seniors mean to hit the mountain for three days?!".

"'Hitting' is relative...... If no one stops me, I'd be happy to save some effort. "

Of course, what Ye Thirteen said was nonsense, but it showed Gu Minggui a living reality, that is, "I don't want to take the initiative, but it's a pity that the blockers are all ordered to act like the walking dead, and the monks will do whatever they say, and they don't have their own ideas at all." "

From this point of view, those who rush forward for stupid orders even though they know that they are not opponents are cannon fodder, cannon fodder, either "bad" or "stupid", and they die in vain, and they do not deserve sympathy.

It can be said that it is not the night thirteen who is killing people, but the other party is looking for "suicide" by himself.

Gu Minggui immediately understood what Ye Thirteen meant, but he still hesitated: "Senior, it's just that you look like this, don't say that you are close to the Three Days Mountain Boundary Gate, I'm afraid you can't even go up to the Second Heaven Mountain." "

"How do you say that?".

"At the moment, we are in the One Heaven Mountain Lava Sea, that is, the lowest level of the Sword Nether Realm, and we have to pass through the boundary gate of the Two Heavenly Mountains to go to the Three Days Mountain. Senior's ...... 's appearance makes people see at a glance that they are not people in this world, I'm afraid ......".

"It's easy to do. "

Night Thirteen was trying to try how to control the armed qi, and after listening to Gu Minggui's words, he immediately began to try.

He first kept recalling the state of losing his armed qi before, and then repeatedly pondered how he summoned his armed qi.

It took a few minutes - with a whoosh, the black smoke that wrapped around his upper body slowly faded, wrapped around his body like a snake, and was sucked into his navel.

Gu Minggui saw it with his own eyes, and he was so surprised that he didn't dare to come out, and he quickly realized that Ye Thirteen had not fully mastered this supernatural power, in other words, the "seniors" in front of him had not used 100% of their strength at all!

Gu Minggui, who realized this, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It's horrible!

The seniors did not have the full strength to be able to casually block the flying sword of the young master Qiu, but it is conceivable that if it is under the full power of the gods, I am afraid that the old man of the Qiu family is not an opponent!

Seeing Gu Minggui's scared appearance, Night Thirteen secretly sighed in his heart.

It's different, it's so different!

If it is in the outside world, a monk is simply an existence that calls for wind and rain, and wherever he goes, he has a grand aura and a superior posture.

And in the Molten Mountain Sword Nether Realm, Gu Minggui, who was in the upper realm of the dignified Dan, actually showed a quail-like frightened expression.

His expression was empathetic, he had seen and heard too much when he was in the outside world.

This is a common reaction of creatures that have been in captivity, tamed, and enslaved for a long time.

Those weak people who have been bullied, mortals who have been kidnapped by the world and rules, and even characters like You Xian'er, the queen of the Dragon Gate of West Asia, are all trembling in the face of being educated in the face of forces greater than them, and all of them are trained and shaped into what the "powers" want.

Yes, power.

You must know that it must be a powerful force that creates fear in the first place, but it is not enough to tame human beings with power, it is also necessary to create all kinds of punishment and perverted rules, so that they can get used to it from generation to generation, take it for granted, and finally treat everything around them as innate and engraved in their bones, and become "Pavlov's dog".

It's like the kneeling people that Night Thirteen has seen, kneeling for generations, kneeling out of habits, kneeling out of security, and even kneeling with pride!

In this way, man is not a human being, but becomes a slave.

Of course, this method is also suitable for monks, isn't it domesticated if you care about your life?

Night Thirteen retracted his armed qi and turned into a red stripe again, slightly embarrassed.

Anyway, Night Thirteen still has normal shame as a human being.

At this moment, in addition to the two of them on the floating island, there is only Xian'er, the unlucky child who was killed by the Night Thirteen Killer Monkey, his corpse body fluids are evenly distributed on the ground of about ten square meters, but the black tights are of good texture, but they are only torn into a few pieces.

Gu Minggui looked at the ragged clothes, and suddenly realized that in fact, Night Thirteen did not randomly pick a target to kill in order to deter the other person.

It's just because Xian'er is about the same size as Ye Thirteen, so if you want to blend into the Three Days Mountain, you can only leave Gu Minggui, who has a big difference in appearance!

In other words, everything was already in the calculations of Night Thirteen!

After Gu Minggui realized this, there was a chill all over his body: "Senior, I'll find some soil bones to get some materials, and after repairing the clothes, the senior can wear it and blend into the realm gate ......with me."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a strange whistling sound in the wind.

Gu Minggui's face changed, and Night Thirteen also sensed it.

It is said that it is induction, but it is not, because the whistling sound was made somewhere on the surface of the lava sea, but the next breath is gone.

Even though Night Thirteen has a pupil that can spy on everything, it can't penetrate the layer of black oil floating on the lava sea, so the "thing" that makes this strange sound should be under the surface of the sea!

Unable to use the Heavenly Pupil, Night Thirteen relied on his body's ability to sense "qi" and vaguely sensed that a huge spherical creature was rapidly approaching under the surface of the sea.

Gu Minggui let out a low roar in his throat, and he stood up from the ground with all his strength supporting his two legs, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wounds of his hands and feet that had been penetrated by the armed qi.

Gu Minggui said: "Senior, you have made thaumaturgy cut off the operation of Gu Mou's true qi, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out this time." With the cultivation of the predecessors, it should not be afraid of their ......."

Night Thirteen was surprised, "What the hell is it?...... Huh, cut off your true qi from running?".

The second half of Ye Thirteen's sentence surprised Gu Minggui again, could it be that the seniors didn't even know what kind of reaction their own techniques could cause? Or did it mean that the injuries to this level were like eating and drinking water for the seniors, and they didn't need to know why?

Doubts turned into doubts, Gu Minggui immediately replied: "Senior, under the lava sea is the root of the earth bones, and the strength is strong, and it is one of the creatures that we and other meat hunters don't want to see!"

"Soil bones are rooted?".

Ye Thirteen really couldn't understand this strange term, and before Gu Minggui could continue to explain, a bizarre scene automatically unfolded in front of the two.

I just saw that about two hundred zhang away, the dark sea suddenly seemed to have broken a big hole, and the lava red light was everywhere, and a huge ball of flesh jumped out of the blazing blood of heaven and man!

Night Thirteen looked at it again, where is this meat ball, it is simply thousands of soil bones...... No, it's natives! They hold hands and wrap them together to form a huge "ball of human flesh."

Like ants in a clump of rivers, the dense natives overlap in a very effective way, and must be trying to protect some of them.

Under the high-speed movement of the human flesh ball, the surface natives could not withstand the power of the lava sea, and the outermost people continued to melt and die, and the meat ball gradually shrank, and by the time they rushed out of the sea close to the thirteenth night, they had reduced their volume by almost one-third.

But the remaining two-thirds have a diameter of more than six zhang in diameter, and there are more than 1,000 people!

The human flesh ball flew into the air and automatically decomposed, and the natives jumped down like rain, they were agile, and they could even adjust their orientation in mid-air when they fell, looking for their own floating islands one by one, and landing steadily.

Until the end, the people wrapped in the center of the meat ball, accompanied by dozens of people, stepped in front of Night Thirteen in unison.

Gu Minggui, who struggled to get up, fell down again in fright, while Night Thirteen did not move at all.