These gray cut tobacco, which was swallowed by the Black Mud Sea and transformed into the power of life, all entered the tyrant's spine and filled the tyrant's body. The brilliance of the gray smoke is reflected in the dark, inky skin of the tyrant, flowing through the body. At the same time, the empty gap in the center of the tyrant's chest completely disappeared into a dead land suddenly began to regenerate at high speed. The plague species that climbed to this position quickly jumped away, fearing that the body tissue that was regenerated by high speed would be sealed inside.

The void in front of the tyrant's chest was regenerated in 7 seconds. The details of the evil totem did not fall back to the original place, and the two broken hands recovered in the next 5 seconds.

The tyrant's body finally recovered into a unscathed appearance. At this moment, the light marks on his face stunned. This pair of eyes, like the lights of the Nether, once again "opened"!

"The mysterious man," is finished."

The tyrant opened his eyes and saw the first second of the world. It opened its mouth and said it in the language of the wilderness. The feelings behind its tone do not have any ups and downs, not because of the fact that they have just "dead" a special emotion.

Because it's all in the tyrant's plan! The human armed team, equipped with "not bones", killed more than 30 heavy artillery shells as part of the plan, in order to complete the launching ceremony of this "three-dimensional special field" ability "mysterious"!

The moment the "mysterious" appeared on its tyrant, it knew how to use it. The starting condition is the death of the ontology, and the goal of the effect is to kill the life of the ontology! Ability is a great misfortune that gives life to kill the body in the midst of it. This bad luck is strong enough to offset all the luck of the person being affected, and let it fall into the nightmare abyss that is no longer being taken care of by heaven!

If the life of killing the ontology is not one but a group, bad luck will also fall on that group. Any individual living in the group who participates in or formally participates in the murder will be possessed by bad luck, and there will be no missing individuals, nor can it be circumvented by any form of calculation.

This is the ultimate curse that can only be used once in a lifetime, because at the expense of the life of the ontology, the intensity of the curse can even catch up with the fourth-order mysterious ability. Because of normal circumstances, any life will not resurrect once it dies.

However, the tyrant is different, it can resurrect by the way of the temporary fusion with the Dark Throne, with the throne that can turn the creatures into life energy! This is the treasure it has found from the "abyss", which belongs to only one of its treasures. The Black Throne and the "Mysterious Essence" are in the hands of one of them. It is possible to use the "mysterious" to deprive all humans of the armed fleet of luck. Now it is perfect!

The boneless bone is the bone of the fourth-order life. As long as it can win the bone, transform it into the body of life through the throne of the darkness, it will complete the evolution of the world, and the cost of paying a life for it. Excuse me.

The tyrant overlooks the zombie sea underneath and slowly raises his left hand. The entire left hand collapsed and collapsed into a black twisted wire storm. The black wire storm rushed to the body of a thousand beasts that fell to the ground at a very fast speed. Each corpse of the beast was infused with a large black thread.

"Resurrection, the rest of the Legion!" The tyrant is deep and profound, its voice seems to come from the abyss of the Nether, is the voice of the devil.

In the following time, the black silk fills the wound on each violent beast. Whether it is broken hands or broken trunks, or the head is lost, the black thread can reshape the lost parts.

In the past 5 seconds, the first body was recovered and the beast suddenly moved, then stood up. Immediately, the corpse of thousands of violent beasts continued to “raise”. The tyrant sat on the dark throne, and a pair of gray-lighted eyes looked down on the underside of the piece.

After 30 seconds, the beast army of thousands of beasts resurrected in situ!

There are hundreds of plagues that are overwhelmed by the tyrant. As soon as they saw the third-order hegemony that they could never match, they fled and ran along the huge legs like bridges, trying to escape the scope of the throne of the Dark.

The tyrants bowed slightly, looking at these ridiculous and weak plagues like ants. Its right hand grasped the claws, and a powerful gravitation suddenly swept out. Hundreds of plague species were attracted by this powerful gravitational force. The body lost control and was sucked into the sky and gathered around the tyrant's palm.

The tyrant's right hand went down, and the plague species caught by gravity pulled into the black mud sea on the surface of the thirteenth throne, and even the thumping sound disappeared. Their vitality flows through the throne of the Darkness to the tyrant's body, becoming the left hand that the tyrant has just consumed.

At the end of all the preparation stages, the next step is to pick the fruit stage of victory.

The human armed teams that have been possessed by the "mysterious" will no longer have any miracles. In the plan of the tyrant, they will certainly be buried in the wilderness~lightnovelpub.net~ harvested with the bones.

"Depart!" The tyrant was cold and cold, and the savage beast army that had died and resurrected twice set off a huge black throne and began to catch up!

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It’s been 10 minutes since the start of the return journey, and one-half of the distance is left. Wu Qi glanced at the number of non-stop beating timers, and looked at the scenery of the front road blocked by the endless plague outside the front window. There was always a feeling of guilt.

This heart is inexplicably unique, starting about 4 minutes ago. In the four minutes, the armed team also killed two third-order plague species.

Wu Qi can't figure out anyway, why he suddenly starts to panic, his heart beats faster, and even the stomach rises into a cold. This symptom has been deepened and aggravated over time, and Wu Qi has been seriously affected and cannot be ignored.

Wu Qi determined that he was not afraid of the plague-like beasts that were stuck in the road ahead and the three third-order hegemons that the armed teams had killed along the way. He was "afraid" of something completely invisible.

The thoughts are like a mess, and they can't be extended. The only answer he can think of is that there is indeed a huge danger of approaching, and his "hunter's direct feeling" is too allergic, so it will be like this.

Wu Qi's face inadvertently became very pale, with a few large sweat beads hanging on his forehead. Guo Baibai turned his head inadvertently and saw Wu Qi’s pale face shocked.

"Wu Qi, are you not feeling well?" Guo Bobai asked with concern. She put her warm right palm on Wu Qi's left back and found that Wu Qi's back was cool.