The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Li Cang found that the most common people in the Abyss of the Dead were not other cats or dogs, but old corpse scythes who were not as good as pigs and dogs, with two mantis scythes, ape backs and wasp waists, so shy that they were quite ecstasy.

Compared with the outside world, the sickle hand here can be said to have accidentally walked on an unexpectedly correct path. The fragile flesh and blood body, especially the fleshy part of its slender waist, is completely covered by a chitin shell. A lot of mucus is secreted between the horizontal folds like a folded wind bag, and the sticky and uninterrupted strands are pulled out with the opening and closing of the body movements.

The knees and ankles of the anti-joint structure are not only covered by diamond-shaped carapaces, but also clustered with air-root-like tendons, so that its legs almost present a weird cone shape, thick at the bottom and narrow at the top.

The knife arm has obviously been optimized. The normal state of the scythe hand is that it can only open its arms forever like a praying mantis in a hunting state. Now it can be close together on both sides of the body and slightly toward the chest. Together with the body, they form a shield with raised fusiform ridges.

Although the protective power of this structure on its fragile waist is a metaphysics, after all, the intention has been reached, right?

Although the knife arm is the strongest spear of the sickle hand, this thing is the same as its waist, which is also the key in disguise. Once it is broken, the pain it will bring to the sickle hand is no less than that of human beings. It's not enough to hang up, but in terms of the bad family friendship of walking corpses, without the knife arm, it can basically be equated with ingredients, and can only interact with gastrointestinal friendship.

Therefore, whether it is good or bad to protect the waist with the knife arm is actually a metaphysics.

In short, no matter how you say it, the scythe hand, which Li Cang feels inferior even after looking at it, is finally an inspirational bottoming out and a rare positive growth. It also brought a rare face-slapping experience to Li Cang. .

Yes, it's a face slap in the physical sense.

They seem to maintain a kind of paranoia about Li Cang's head that ordinary people can't understand. Although the common ugly sicklemen also love to harvest heads, they at least go to the neck and chest, and now these are inseparable. Li Cang's mouth, cheeks, eyes, and brains.

You must know that the agility value of this thing is at least 15c to take off. A so-called mage like Li Cang who patronizes elegance and doesn't have a little bit of movement speed and smooth skills can't outrun him even if he is equipped with eight silver ant legs. When Lace completely rushed into the miasma lurking at the bottom of the abyss like a lake, the number of these sicklemen was even more overwhelming, with their own noise reduction and explosive movement speed.
That is to say, the part above Li Cang's neck has never been safe from the beginning to the end, and he can't even recover.

If it weren't for the fact that his father's loyalty and dedication gave the scythe walker a short period of stiffness and injury, it would be questionable whether Li Cang's output could exceed 0.5 after being beaten up all the way.

"Goose, goose, heaven's manifest retribution is not good!" Li Leisi was like a sharp scalpel, jumping up and down with the sickle hand, and never fell to the ground from the beginning to the end in the air. The bones of the sickle hand who died unjustly were paved into a regular path forward, "How much you despise others, now you know how uncomfortable it is!"

Li Cang just let out a disdainful snort, his face darkened, he was too lazy to respond, and just ran wildly.

Even after worming, the sickle hand's attack power is almost the same as scratching an itch if you want to gesture with Li Cang. He can often take advantage of the short stiff time of the anti-injury to break this thing in half like sugar cane, which is not good at strength. Scythe Hands was really aggrieved in the face of this kind of blood-striped monster with tyrannical strength. Except for the occasional dog sneaking a knife, they couldn't even slow down Li Cang's running pace.

One can be seen but not touched, and the other can be touched but not eaten. This pair of staring big grievances can be described as crouching dragons and phoenixes, evenly matched opponents.

Li Leisi laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, that's really comfortable and cozy, you see Tian'er using my old lady as a shield for a human flesh bombing projectile, the instigator has no heirs, it's your own fault, you deserve it!
Li Cang casually threw away the tortoise-snake hybrid that had been crushed, felt a stabbing pain in his back, and without turning his head, he backhanded the sickle hand, which was embedded in the bone seam and could not move, to his chest. With two bangs, the arm of the knife was broken and held in his hand——

ε=(ο｀*))), miss the first day of the big wand.

"The fog seems to be getting thicker and thicker, and this group of nobles is also in a bottomless pit." Li Leisi said bitterly: "If I had known what this ghostly place was like, I would have asked someone to order a batch of gas masks in advance. It doesn’t cost a lot of money.”

"When we went up the mountain, was it this high?"

"So you're asking something?" Li Leisi asked confidently, the whites of her eyes rolled beautifully: "Don't ask me, don't ask me, when I'm with you, my old lady has already learned to give up thinking completely!"

Li Cang was so choked that his eyes went straight.

I @#￥% What kind of dog did this come out of, no wonder we bully and thunder every day for fun, this thing is born by a blood-spitting person, even if Timi just married and went home to support a decent person ah!

It's chaff, chaff, chaff, these days can't be chaff anymore!

Li Leisi casually threw a few lumps of inhuman sickle hands to block a few arms that were about to goug out Li Cang's eyes——

"Did you specify that you didn't hold back any good farts!"

Having been with my old lady and Rao Qifang for so long and still being so good, this guy's awareness is really low, no wonder he can't learn anything except ground skills, emmm, I just don't know how well this guy has his eyeballs and brains gouged out Can't grow well?

Li Cang said: "It seems that we have to go down again, do you feel it?"

"It stinks even more!"

Li Cang was speechless.

But it’s actually true, apart from a demi-human blood, most of this girl’s strength is actually in kung fu, and she doesn’t have any special ability to be suppressed at all. On the contrary, Li Cang himself was extremely uncomfortable in Uktra Hill. Homologous channel, servant of fate.
Even the thick and long blood bars are itching!
But the more he got to the depths of the abyss of the dead, the more relaxed he felt. The power or rules that suppressed him seemed to be weakening as they went deeper. Calcium taste!

The connection logic between him and the great magic wand is still too weak. It is not entirely a good thing to save it in the same source space. No wonder there is an upper limit for the storage time every day, and it has to be pulled out from time to time to let the wind out. What is foresight? This is foresight!

Taking out the big wand is equivalent to taking out the homologous channel and all the inverses
The corpses and beasts all over the world can only watch and let them turn into a stinking miasma, ruining the sanctuary and mourning. Li Cang's good conscience really feels bad!