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In this regard, Zixu's choice is also obvious. Since he is rarely forced into a state of lingering fire, let's show off his special skills.

On weekdays, my soul roaming system can be regarded as a castrated version, and many functions cannot be used, but after entering the embers state, all the abilities of the soul roaming characters can be used to play again.

The deformed arm pierced the air and hit Zixu with the momentum of a heavy cannon, but Zixu didn't dodge or dodge, and even rushed towards him.

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That arm.

Then, he crossed the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in his hand, and at the moment the arm hit him, he flicked it outward with the blade.

Ding--!

The metal-iron clashing sound, which was close to beeping, suddenly sounded, and the air wave enough to distort the light pushed bright sparks flying all around.

The priest monster staggered back one step again, but this time it didn't feel any retaliation.

But when it looked down at Zixu, a sense of unreasonable absurdity came to mind.

Because Zixu was also unscathed, not even taking a step back.

It was as if the force of the punch just now was absorbed by him, and then it had no effect at all.

"Perfect flick, boy!"

Zixu laughed and shook the sea of ​​corpses and blood: "Do you understand the gold content of the adoptive father in the heart of Sekiro Shuangnanwu?"

Before the cleric monster realized the meaning of this sentence, Zixu's slash also struck along with the lingering sound of the words.

The heat wave and the sea of ​​blood hit together, and the rocks remained the same, but this time it was no longer waves.

It's a tsunami reaching the sky!

The flame-stained blade collided with the black hair again, and this time it cut a huge gap in the Cleric Monster's arm with just one blow.

But this is not the end, the torch entangled in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood began to flow on the priest monster, directly igniting a small part of its body.

"Hey, it turns out that Mao's weak fire is even weaker than this fire."

Zixu sighed, and the movements of his hands did not stop.

He did not give the priest monster any breathing time. The ferocious, fearless and continuous offensive style of the blood source hunter was fully reflected at this moment.

The Salary King is like a hot flashing butterfly, leaving burning wounds on the priest monster's body, nibbling away the blood of the priest monster step by step.

And even if this behemoth could barely grab a few gaps and launch some counterattacks against Zixu, in the end it could only hear that crisp and loud ding in despair.

An old ass who roams the soul, can a cleric monster break his defense with a flick of a knife?Not even a posture bar!

The deeper and deeper injuries continued to affect the priest monster's body, and at the same time, after the number of knife shots gradually increased, the speed of the priest monster's restoration of the destroyed balance became slower and slower.

After realizing the predicament, the cleric monster also made a desperate attack. It jumped into the air and pressed the weight of its entire body on its arms, like a huge black meteorite hitting Zixu.

In the air, the cleric monster stared at the flaming villain, and then watched him calmly raise the long knife in his hand and face it directly.

Ding--!

The ground under Zixu's feet was cracked like a spider's web, and his position was also directly sunken several meters, forming a conspicuous pothole.

But he was still unscathed, and the long knife in his hand shook vigorously, directly throwing the huge body of the priest monster aside.

Like a building falling over, the priest monster could no longer maintain its balance and fell to the ground, unable to turn around.

Obviously, it was time for the execution.

Zixu pulled his legs out from the floor, rushed in front of the priest monster in three and two steps, and pierced the tip of the knife directly into its body.

However, Zixu did not aim at the head or heart. He just buried the mountain of corpses and blood deeply into the left arm of the priest monster, and cut the deformed arm directly from it.

The flame burned the flesh of the priest monster, and the sharp blade easily cut through the softened bones, allowing Zixu to find what he wanted.

Zixu bent down and bit the handle of the knife with his mouth. At the same time, his right hand directly reached under the arm of the priest monster, and pulled out the arm embedded in it.

A large amount of blood spewed out, and the cleric monster wailed unprecedentedly. It struggled with the last bit of strength, but it could only turn around backwards.

Landing lightly from mid-air, Zixu bit into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and said vaguely: "Now, the "Yam Demon Sword" that belongs to you belongs to me! "

The priest monster collapsed on the ground, and when it heard Zixu's words, an ominous premonition enveloped its whole body, even overpowering its animal nature.

——How should a mortal drive the body of a great god?

Of course, the clergy monster doesn't understand Zixu's personality at all. If the other group of friends stand here, they can understand what this reckless man will do next at a glance.

First, a premise must be clarified.

In the previous battle, Zixu broke one of his left arms, but the embers hadn't repaired it.

And now, Zixu has received another left arm, and it is also the center of this dream.

Then, Zixu didn't even have to think about what to do.

"Brother Squid! I have already sensed your obsession!"

Zixu roared angrily, and directly pierced the broken arm of the ancient god's son into the broken part of his own arm:

"Then let us become one!"

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1 Chapter [-]: Your arms are so useful, they are mine!

At this moment, from Zixu's perspective, time seems to

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Yes stopped in general.

The entire dream stopped working, like a movie whose pause button was pressed, and all the pictures were frozen at that moment.

An indescribable brilliance flowed rapidly in front of Zixu, he tried hard to see clearly the content of these streams of light, but when his eyes went deep into it, he immediately felt dizzy as if his mind had been hit hard.

Zixu snorted and staggered to maintain his pace.

He had just seen the content of that streamer clearly - it was a person's memory, it was a thought that belonged only to that person, it was that person's bizarre dream.

And this is the smallest unit that makes up this huge dream.

The weird feeling of flesh and blood sticking together made Zixu look sideways, and he looked at the section on his left arm, feeling that this was definitely the first experience in his life.

In the state of embers, what flowed from the wound on Zixu's severed arm was no longer blood, but flying embers that were still burning.

These hot embers now wrapped around the broken arm of the ancient god's son, and smeared it with the temperature belonging to Zixu.

At the beginning, this arm also showed an erosiveness. When it collided with the section, it immediately showed an amazing activity.

A large number of mucous membranes, tentacles, and granulation grew out of it, as if to teach a lesson to Zixu, an arrogant and ignorant person, to let him know that things picked up on the roadside can't be used casually.

He wanted to devour this fresh and powerful body to obtain a real body.

Then, the remaining instinctive consciousness in this arm realized that it was wrong.

The one who is truly arrogant and ignorant is actually himself.

Those flames gushing out from Zixu's body were like hungry gluttons. After they smelled the flesh and blood smell from the arms of the legacy of the ancient god, they immediately opened their mouths and began to bite the takeaways delivered to their door.

In front of the first fire that symbolizes the origin of the world, the so-called high-ranking person is just a larger piece of firewood that is not easy to completely burn through.

In the end, the flames stretched out from Zixu's body completely wrapped the severed arm and pressed it tightly to Zixu's body.

Afterwards, the flesh and blood growing from Zixu's body began to actively assimilate this arm, drastically changing this arm into Zixu's appearance.

The redundant tentacles were burned, the proliferated limbs were turned into ashes, and the bones and skin were all burned by the flames.

After this arm looked exactly the same as Zixu's broken arm before, Zixu finally felt that his broken arm was back.

"Hey, it really works."

Reckless No. [-] raised his left hand, swung it around several times as if he was playing with a big windmill: "But I thought I had to become a squid too, but now I see that I haven't even changed my appearance. ——Is it really because in the soul game system, black souls have the largest proportion?"

It is not Zixu to be able to think calmly after the war. He only thought about these doubts for a while, and then turned his eyes back to his eyes.

The dreamland still looks still, but now Zixu can feel that he has a certain degree of control over the dreamland.

"Maybe... that's how it happened?"

After thinking for a while, Zixu stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers at the priest monster in front of him.

It was like a secret signal. After the stage owner gave the order, the actors and the scenery on the whole stage started to move again, continuing this gorgeous show.

The priest monster continued to howl, as if the pain of the spine being uprooted reverberated in its body. In the constant struggle, its eyes moved forward and saw the man who was still burning.

The man's intact left hand was like a spike piercing into its soul, completely disrupting all consciousness.

"Thank you, this thing is quite useful." Zixu said cheerfully, then raised his hands, and clapped once in front of the priest monster.

The wailing stopped abruptly, and the vitality that was still moving in the priest monster's body was cut off directly, and turned into nourishment in the dream.

The huge ugly body dissipated slowly, Zixu looked at everything in front of him, and felt a burst of mental fatigue from the bottom of his heart.

But he knew that it was not time for him to rest, nor was it time to leave the dreamland.

"How did Geman send people out of the dream?" Zixu muttered, "It seems like he took off people's heads?

"Day, how many heads do I have to cut off?"

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"Hmph ah ah ah ah!"

Abel frowned, and he heard a heart-piercing roar from the third floor of the factory.

what the hell? ! ... He cursed secretly in his heart, but he didn't say it directly.

It has been a long time since the pig spirit savages came here, but the movement made by the other party is getting more and more strange.

First, it was screaming and screaming, then it was hungry, and finally it made a whining sound exactly like that of a pig.

Now, it seemed to be carried to the slaughterhouse again, and it screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

If possible, Abel really wanted to run up and see what the pig pen was doing, but now he had to take care of the situation in front of him.

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surface.

After lighting up the anchor point of that world, perhaps because of the sobriety of the pure beacon light, some things changed.

All in all, Abel found that the young man who could decipher the plant magic dictionary was vaguely out of trance.

His eyes began to move, and he seemed to recall something, and when he built the Gaia Altar, he subconsciously showed a certain degree of resistance.

If it was in the past, Abel would not hesitate to take the boy to confess, so as to ensure the control of his mind.

But now, the skull used for confession has been taken away by Dr. Bird's Beak.

According to the piglin brutes, Dr. Bird's Beak has been cornered by him and his companions.

Not doing enough!

Abel cursed again in his heart, accompanied by all kinds of foul language he knew.

But fortunately, the matter is coming to an end, and the whole process has reached the last moment.

The altar has been finalized, and all that needs to be done now is to get the sacrifice that summons Gaia.

Abel led the boy all the way forward, passed through the corridor on the ground floor of the factory, and came to the abandoned cistern in the original factory.

In this abandoned reservoir, there are a large number of flowers that are yellow all over and have a giant mouth full of fangs.

This is the production capacity word used by Abel and others to accumulate mana - Bifanglan.

They used a large number of corpses as fertilizer for feeding, and after the source of corpses gradually disappeared, Abel asked his men to produce corpses for Bifanglan's production capacity.

Such a big fanfare is because the sacrifice for summoning the guardian of Gaia is a piece of Terra steel.

And the mana that Terra Steel needs to consume is half the volume of the mana pool.

If it is placed on an mc player like Lin Luo, although the number of half a magic pool is large, it is only a matter of time to get it out, and there is no shortage of production materials.

But Abel's side is different. They have no way to sum up the law of Bifanglan's production capacity, and dumping food for Bifanglan's consumption is a big expense.

So in the end, they could only feed Bi Fanglan with the most direct method of corpses.