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Chapter 228 Ruin Rat Den
Ning Luo is not familiar with who the God Lord Rushou is.

He also doesn't understand what happened in the Gray Abyss.

But if you want to say who the rat is, Ning Luo knows it all too well!

As Dongyou saw, Lao Zhang asked a group of workers to bury the black gold in the ground, so as to shift the blame to God Zhu Rong, and he could also lighten the burden.

Then the so-called rats in the mouth of this mighty voice, aren't they Lao Zhang and the others?
Ning Luo leaned on a shovel and approached quickly.

The shovel swung down in the wind and mercilessly struck Lao Zhang's neck!
call--

With the sound of breaking wind, the shovel cut off Lao Zhang's neck without hindrance, and fell to the ground unabated, almost bringing Ning Luo's thin body down.

Ning Luo staggered for half a step, looked up, how could he still have the figure of Lao Zhang?
That sturdy body turned into a mist of gray mist out of thin air, scattered on the ground, and finally reduced to a pile of ashes.

"Where did the ashes come from?"

Ning Luo raised his eyebrows and leaned over to pick up the ashes.

However, the ashes instantly melted and sank into his palm.

Ning Luo held his breath and concentrated, trying his best to look at himself.

It's a pity that he has no cultivation base, he can't even look at himself, let alone see where these ashes melt.

As for practice, there is no trace to be found.

Even if the ashes entered his body, Ning Luo couldn't feel the energy traveling around in his body, and he couldn't even construct the most basic circulation.

It seems that if you want to get spiritual consciousness, you still have to go back to the statue of the saint to worship.

Ashes alone cannot gain strength.

Ning Luo understood in his heart, and propped himself up with the shovel.

Lao Zhang disappeared out of thin air, but the other miners didn't realize it.

Ning Luo didn't know if this was the mechanism of the Mirage, but at least the mirage hadn't collapsed yet.

The magma in the furnace is still dripping, and the forging hammer is still falling gradually.

The workers who came and went looked darkly at Ning Luo with contempt, as if they had never seen the existence of Lao Zhang.

The atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Ning Luo held the shovel and leaned slightly, always feeling...as if he had become a bad guy?
But he is eliminating harm, which is obviously a good deed.

After a moment of sluggishness, Ning Luo noticed that the workers passing by him were all familiar faces he had seen in the gray mist before.

They have scolded the saintess, buried black gold, maybe they are all despicable people who have done all kinds of evil things.

Ning Luo stood up, thinking: "The ashes come from Weird, so there is more than one Weird, do you want me to kill them all?"

Ning Luo didn't know why, but at least his previous deduction was probably correct.

"Give it a try. Since there are ashes, the thinking is correct."

Thinking of this, Ning Luo picked up the shovel, and knocked a sap on anyone he saw.

The congenitally weak model gave him a lot of restrictions, so that Ning Luo hadn't swung the shovel a few times, his arms were sore and swollen, and his body almost instinctively resisted him to continue.

But fortunately, the smelting workers in these illusions can be killed with one blow, which gave Ning Luo a feeling like Assassin's Creed.

Until, next to the kiln.

When Ning Luo raised the shovel, his actions were clearly projected on the furnace wall under the reflection of the fire.

The craftsman turned his head and met Ning Luo's eyes.

"Oh! It's broken!"

In an instant, the surrounding mirage suddenly shattered.

The furnace collapsed, and magma rushed down from the crack of the furnace like a waterfall, pouring all over the ground, and slowly spreading in all directions.

The towering steel pillars also collapsed inch by inch, and the entire zenith fell down!

The forge collapsed suddenly, Ning Luo blinked, and looked innocently at the foundry in front of him.

But he quickly subdued his fake panic.

Because the caster in front of him turned a blind eye to the changes around him, and just stared at Ning Luo indifferently.

As the lava flowed and the pillars collapsed, the caster's figure also changed accordingly.

His muscles instantly bulged, breaking the hemp rope around his waist in a blink of an eye, and tearing his already loose bottoms.

His figure became more and more rickety, gray hair grew on the twisted muscles of his back, and even the tailbone was extending rapidly.

What do you mean?
Change?

Ning Luo has just arrived, although he is not familiar with the deceitful environment, he also knows that he cannot let the caster in front of him continue to be deceitful.

With all his strength, he raised his head and shoveled it!
However, the shovel hit the caster's neck, not only did not kill him, but was firmly clamped by his muscles.

No matter how hard Ning Luo tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The peerless divine shovel, which was invincible before, suddenly turned into a piece of scrap iron.

The sudden change made Ning Luo unexpected.

At the same time, the caster's head grew several times larger, but his cheekbones shrank a bit.

The gray and white body hair on his back grew rapidly, and even spread to his arms, covering his cheeks.

Then, it can no longer be called a human being.

Until the chisel-like incisors sprouted above the swollen jaw.

Ning Luo could tell that it looked like a rat.

Gray fur on the back, a huge skull, chisel-shaped incisors, and a thin tail that is longer than the body.

Ning Luo looked at the mouse that was more than two meters tall in front of him.

He didn't think how hideous and terrifying the Shugui's face was, nor did he think how strong the Shugui was.

But Ning Luo took half a step back.

Because, he is too weak.

The process of the treacherous world gave Ning Luo an extremely weird feeling.

It's like a grotesque nightmare.

I just dreamed of a mountain torrent, and then a volcanic eruption.

Everything is chaotic and disorderly, with no trace to be found.

Ning Luo originally thought that the so-called mysterious invasion should be that the gray mist transformed into a ghost in his impression.

But I never thought that what I saw was a monster transformed from a human being.

In other words, he thought Wei Wei had turned into a human being and hid himself among the crowd.

Unexpectedly, everything he saw was weird!
It's not that ghosts have turned into humans, but the entire smelter has become ghosts.

The mirage is gone, replaced by ash-eroded crypts and scattered black gold ore.

The crypts are not as well-connected as the mine veins on the Desolate Hell Plateau.

After all, the mine road was repaired for the convenience of mining red crystals.

But the crypt is only for filling black gold ore.

Large and small crypts are connected one after another, and they have become today's rat dens.

In the mouse den, there are still ruins of the smelter, which seems to declare that the mirage Ning Luo saw before is not a fiction, but a reality that may have existed in the long past.

Ning Luo roughly understood.

This is a part of Cangming, and the gray fog made the space messy, so the moment he stepped into the strange place, he actually came to the mouse den.

But at the same time, the gray mist reappeared the old scene of the past, so the weirdness at that time was briefly restored to its original appearance, repeating what they did before they were alive.

"No, maybe that wasn't the mirage created for me."

"It's more like a weird dream."

"That's why they are so fragile, even with my weak body, they can be easily slaughtered."

"Because in the dream, no matter whether it is human or cunning, it is generally powerless."

"However, when they discover my strange movements, they will wake up their dreams."

"Is this the reason why the strange world returns to reality?"

"But what about that voice that resounded through the forge, he told me to hunt rats"

Ning Luo didn't have time to think about it.

Because he is a dreamer, in the dream he can kill evil with his hands.

But outside the dream, he was a congenitally weak waste.

And what he had to face was the rat man who could turn him into a pulp with a single slap.

Although he only saw one right now, it was an enemy that he could not even deal with with a thousand lives!

No matter what the reason for this strange situation is, and no matter how he can go back.

Anyway, now, I have to run away!
(End of this chapter)