——In other words, if I find someone to be possessed, isn't it the end?

——Although I don’t know what to do to possess, but...

Ma Sha looked at his hands whose transparency was still improving, and decided to take the risk.

He remembered that his father once taught him that when his life was hanging by a thread, it was better to take a gamble instead of resigning to his fate. Anyway, his life was hanging by a thread.

This is probably the experience of Ma Zili after escaping countless times.

To be honest, now, it may not be finished after being completely transparent, maybe just returning to the original body.

Maybe this is really just a psychological effect.

After all, no one in the world has experienced this situation, no one knows what happened to Masha, and no one is sure what the correct response is now.

Therefore, the possibility of "doing nothing is the best response" exists.

But Masha wants to control his own destiny.

Rather than betting on the probability of nothing, Masha chooses to do something and then bet on the probability.

Ma Sha leaned down and reached out to the golden coffin.

The center of his body is restricted to specific relative coordinates, but his posture is not restricted, so there is no problem with reaching out to touch the golden coffin or something.

——Well, I can't reach it.

——My hands are not long enough!

——But I can still stretch my feet!

At this time, the Pharaoh who had sucked a mercenary wailed, because his face still didn't have much flesh, it was still a terrifying **** skeleton.

More mercenaries rushed into the room and started shooting at the Pharaoh. The intense firepower hit the Pharaoh. Even with the skills of the Pharaoh, he couldn't escape such bullet rain.

Ma Sha's feet touched the golden coffin at this time.

I'm starting, where's your ticket?

Ten thousand votes today, ten more tomorrow.

Chapter 545 Don't Say You Are A Pharaoh, It's No Use Amon Comes (Three more)

The next moment, Masha stood in the Egyptian-style palace where he fought against the dark fog.

The throne in the distance was exactly the same as Ma Sha remembered.

The face of the person sitting on the throne was somewhat similar to the face of the black mist monster.

——No, they are different parts of a person at all!

The man looked at Ma Sha with a look of shock: "Who?"

Masha realized that he understood ancient Egyptian.

--Oh! Although I don't know the specific reason, it is obvious that the connection between us has allowed me to master the ancient Egyptian language!

--good! The same language means that you can fool!

Ma Sha was about to fool around, but the other party looked around for himself.

"No, I was not here just now. I was in a house made of iron. It was a super-class steel floor and walls that my empire could not forge. Time must have passed for a long, long time. My palace is not It should be the same."

——I'll wipe it, can you stop an enemy with IQ suddenly appearing! Isn't the routine that I have always been doing whatever I want, and the enemy's various over-interpretations are played around?

Ma Sha complained about it, and in fact immediately accepted the fact that the enemy's intelligence is very high, and he may not be able to use his intelligence to crush it to fudge.

He immediately changed his original strategy: "Indeed, welcome to the 21st century, specifically, Egypt, about four thousand years after the end of your dynasty."

"Hmph, it seems you are his descendant."

--Um? he?

Ma Sha feels instinctively here to answer "yes" to suffer.

"I am the magician of the clock tower. My ancestors were pirates in the North Sea. Whether it was an active era or a region, it was far from your country. So I think I am probably not a descendant of the person you know. "

The Pharaoh stared at Masha for a while, and then said, "Take it so. Now, offer my loyalty to me, wizard."

Ma Sha: "I refuse."

Pharaoh stared at Masha, his face showed obvious anger.

Suddenly, as if he had smelled something, he frowned and walked towards Masha: "You...you smell like me. You...you are you! You took my power!"

Pharaoh roared at Masha.

Ma Sha opened his mouth and said an ancient Egyptian foul language, but it was useless.

——Wait, isn't this scene fighting with mouth cannon?

With this delay, Masha was thrown to the ground by the Pharaoh and stuck his throat.

According to the fighting skills Ma Sha learned from his father, being stuck in his neck is very disadvantageous, and he must find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible.

but……

——I am a soul now, my body is still breathing well on the other side of the earth, you have a fart for getting stuck in my neck!

Ma Sha believed so firmly, so he didn't feel breathless at all, just like a okay person.

He hit the pharaoh's temple with continuous punches.

If you get stuck in the front, you will have no defensive ability. If someone hits your temple violently, you will be unable to block or hide. In fact, it is quite passive.

In accordance with the fighting methods taught by Ma Zili, the neck is stuck behind the back.

Pharaoh was beaten continuously by Ma Sha, and at the beginning he insisted on blocking Ma Sha’s neck. At one time, Ma Sha thought that Pharaoh also used the "I am a mental body" knack and prescribed "Physical Injury", but Ma Sha hit it. At ten blows, the **** was knocked off Ma Sha and fell to the side.

Pharaoh stood up and confronted Ma Sha, who stood up like a carp, "Why is it okay for you to get stuck?"

Ma Sha moved his neck, and deliberately broke out the voice of Kaba Kaba: "It's very simple, humans are afraid of suffocation. After becoming a magician, I deeply felt one thing, the human body has its limits. Yes, so I reformed myself."

This is a mouthful!

Complete nonsense!

But Ma Sha is already an experienced big flicker. When he said this, his tone and demeanor were exceptionally in place, and his sense of reality was bursting.