Duan Minghui was interrupted by No. 1 in the sea of ​​consciousness and did not react for a moment. He stared blankly at the glowing boat flying near his forehead, and then walked in one go!

What plane is he doing? Before he could scream, the unchanging electronic synthesizer of No. 1 had already been heard from the sea of ​​consciousness: "I discovered the same-original artifact, the fusion is in... The fusion is successful, the system is restarting, please check it 72 hours later."

Hey, do you really think of yourself as a system assistant?

Before he could finish complaining, an angry voice came from the stone platform in the distance: "Damn it, return my witch tribe holy objects to me!"

At the same time, the tomb robbers who were still fighting in the audience died instantly, and their souls were forcibly pulled out of their bodies. The ghosts' faces first showed a blank look, and then quickly turned into a cruel look, and rushed towards Duan Minghui who was standing at the entrance with his teeth and claws.

"Hmph, look at your ghost bodies as dark as you look. I think you have committed many evil deeds in your lifetime and have heavy sins. Then let the real person save you all!" The Yin Shen Body Void Tactics were drawn much faster than the ** casting spells. One after another, the evil talismans were thrown out, accurately hitting the evil ghosts who were most dependable. The evil ghosts let out a burst of fierce screams and their souls were scattered!

"Hmph, I just want to win this real person with such a little trick? It's just a dream!" Duan Minghui, who had always expressed humility in front of the people, was very arrogant behind the people. However, people seem to be like this. There are almost no people who are truly consistent in their appearance. If there is one, they are either fools or saints.

A dozen evil ghosts were saved by him in a blink of an eye. He was about to make a sound of mocking the other party when suddenly a faint sound of breaking through the air came straight into his chest!

"I'll be on guard against you!" Duan Minghui sneered, and activated Nian Power, pinching the sneak attacking monster into the tentacle of Mini Power.

The thin old man on the stage was so anxious that he screamed. His strongest method was to drive various poisonous insects and insects, and the means to be used to deal with the Yin divine body were already talked about. In fact, if he had not been determined to win this witch clan holy weapon, he would not want to face the Yin divine masters in the Taoist world. Yes, if he could cultivate the Yin divine body in the Dharma-Ending World, he would definitely be called a master in the world of practice.

But that holy weapon is crucial to him, not only a significant improvement in his witchcraft cultivation, but if his sect secrets are well recorded, that holy weapon may even help others become a god! God, a immortal god? Who can not be moved when facing such temptation? What's more, a wizard like him who only practices evil magic but does not cultivate his mind!

Unfortunately, except for the Gu God he had worked hard to cultivate, he had no means to deal with the Taoist Yin God body. However, the strongest magical power of the Gu God is still aimed at the untreated poison. It can damage the Yin God body, but it is not lethal enough.

"No, I still have some tricks! But do I really have to use that last trick? If I win, everything is easy to say, but if I lose, I will be truly scattered and I will never be able to get back to it - I will fight, anyway, I will be backfired and I will not survive for a few years, so why not let it go! After embarking on the road of witch cultivation, which dangerous level has not been passed through with all my might? So many brothers from the master's sect died, but I survived, which means I was favored by the witch god. This time, it must be just a test for me by the witch god!

Humph, what about the Taoist Yin Divine Body? I'm just betting on you for luck, I don't believe that my luck will be better than you, a little Taoist priest! You must know that you Taoist do not specialize in luck except for the Dragon and Tiger Mountain in Fulong Court. Since I practiced witches, I have used secret techniques to draw the luck of hundreds of people! I will win this bet!" The shriveled old man on the stage showed a fanatical light in his eyes, his hands were facing the sky, and he knelt on the ground, his five bodies were lying on the ground, and he muttered words to the witch god he believed in, using all the insect ghosts he had collected before.

Duan Minghui, who was competing with the extremely strong and extremely strong monster, suddenly found that the other party was not moving and did not struggle anymore. At the same time, a powerful soul wave was pulled out of the monster and threw it into the person on the stage.

"No, this is going to use the ultimate move!" He quickly flew back, left his original position, and hid in the thick stone wall. After a while, the old man on the stage still maintained his previous posture of protruding from the ground, without any change.

"Hey, what are you doing--" He hadn't finished his thoughts, but he felt a sudden sensation. At the same time, something seemed to be pulled out of the Yin Spirit body, which was originally an empty body. His mind suddenly became confused, lost, but he didn't know what he had really lost. He just felt suddenly that he was rejected by the whole world, as if he wanted to squeeze himself out!

"What's wrong with this?" He urgently recited various spiritual spells, and had no use. He could not use the magic technique at all. He could not make any calls at all, just like a cell phone with a completely cut off signal. Just like his first intuition, he was isolated, rejected, and driven away by this world!

"That guy is so powerful?" He still didn't want to believe that the opponent he had always seemed to be unable to make such a strange and powerful attack, but there was no explanation other than that.

"Where will I enter after being driven away by this world? Is the underworld? No, the underworld should be part of this world, so it is definitely not going to the underworld, or another world? Demon world or the demon world?" Duan Minghui, who found that he was powerless in all means, could only let himself think randomly to temporarily relieve the huge pressure and fear in his heart.

"Boom--" There seemed to be a sound of heavy objects colliding in the void. It was not huge, but it was very dull. What was strange was that he could clearly tell that the sound did not occur at the real material level. He was wondering why he had such a strange feeling. Then he felt something was injected into his body, as if it was the invisible thing he had been pulled away before. Then he found that the barrier between himself and the whole world disappeared suddenly, and the whole world opened his arms to him again. He could clearly feel that he was accepted by this world again.

"What did you go through?" He was puzzled and went to the old man in the stands again, but found that the breath of life on his body disappeared silently.

"Die? Why did he die suddenly? Did his spell that had failed to attack me before, and was backfired, so he died? Or was it any other reason?" From the beginning to the end, he didn't know what was really going on. But fortunately, he lived and got the treasure, but the enemy died. The tomb robbers were also dead. There were no living things here. He decided to return.

"Captain Zheng and Qu Ying are still consuming with the two tomb robbers who are guarding the door, right?" When they almost reached the crack of the rock, Duan Minghui couldn't help but feel funny. The drama inside was over, but the audience was still blocked by the ticket check and did not come in.

When we arrived at the crack of the rock, there was no one unexpectedly. Not only did Team Zheng and Qu Ying disappear, but even the two tomb robbers who were guarding the door were missing! There were two inconspicuous blood stains on the ground. Judging from the location, it should be the two tomb robbers who were guarding the door. Next to the blood stains, they were the two tomb robbers who were guarding the door.

Duan Minghui suddenly had a bad premonition. He intuition that this should not be the masterpiece of Team Zheng and Qu Ying. He decided to rush back to the place where everyone had been hiding as quickly as possible.

He was still far away from the depression where he had been hiding before. He had already seen the scene in the depression through many obstacles. The team members were all tied with their hands and pointed at several guns, including Team Zheng and Qu Ying, and the two tomb robbers who were still bleeding on their wrists. The guns were holding a small team of white men in camouflage uniforms, five or six people, and the two foreigners who had been following the archaeological team were among them.

A foreigner was pointing a gun at the base of a large bluestone, cursing something loudly in his mouth, and that location was exactly where he was!

"**!" He saw the foreigner's mouth shape sending out the words of the man cursing, and then snatched the trigger of the gun in his hand!

"No--" He was still nearly a hundred meters away, but he was extremely capable of any magical power.

"Bang--" A small sound of bullets hit the chamber sounded, and the head was broken, like a blooming watermelon, the red melon flesh, white soy milk, wrinkled tofu skin, and the round watermelon shells were flying everywhere. Some people shouted, some people shot, and after several gunshots, the screaming people were still screaming, but the gunshot stopped.

The overly frightened archaeological team members found that they had no holes or parts except for the more filth. Instead, the foreign mercenaries who pointed their guns at them before fell to the ground, all of them bloomed in their eyebrows, and one shot was fatal!

"Stop calling! Who is the person in charge among you?" A team of soldiers wearing grass-green camouflage uniforms appeared silently in front of everyone. Although their faces were covered with oil paint, they could not tell their appearance, but they spoke in Chinese with a straightforward and melodious voice.

"Comrade, why are you here so fast?" Captain Zheng Feng walked to the person who was speaking and said with confusion. According to Wang Dehai's footsteps sent out to report the news, he could not have brought the reinforcements in less than a night. Don't be a bad person again, right? He was unsure.

For the starter, the man waved a document in front of Team Zheng. After he saw it clearly, he took it back. "You should be the captain of this national archaeological team. We have received your information before. This time, this overseas mercenary should be for you. We are following them here. We did not receive your request for help. Okay, let's discuss how to deal with the aftermath." The two began to discuss what in a low voice. Most of the time, the special forces in the head were talking, and Team Zheng just nodded and understood.

Other special forces were loosening the remaining people tied up, including the two tomb robbers whose wrists were still bleeding. Everyone survived, all of them were excited, some pulled the special forces and said thank you loudly, some took out photos of their relatives and cried loudly, and some were silent but had not recovered from the shock. Only the careful Qu Ying noticed that a female special forces soldier in a camouflage uniform but without oil on her face walked to Duan Minghui who was still lying behind the big bluestone and "slept loudly" and gently stroked his face with her hands, and said something in a low voice.

She didn't hear clearly, and wanted to get closer, but was discovered by the female special forces alertly. She turned her head and looked at her coldly. She stopped her steps, but she shouted in her heart: "What a beautiful face! Even as a girl, I was a little moved when I saw it. Could it be that I was not interested in those men because I was Lala?"

Not to mention Qu Ying, who began to doubt her orientation, had almost teleported to her side, but found that the situation had been controlled. Duan Minghui, who was not in a hurry to return to his body, listened carefully to the whisper of the female special forces soldier in his ear: "Enemy, pretend to be dead again! Which girl are you trying to trick her into doing artificial respiration for you again?"
Chapter completed!