Three seconds later.

"Finish!"

Chihiro said.

Xiao Shi sighed and went forward to tidy up Ma Sha's clothes.

Hongye and Hua Gushuang said in unison: "The queen empress is mighty! The wives empress is mighty!"

It should be able to resume normal updates tomorrow.

It is still more than 4000 today.

I had a good rest last weekend, very refreshing and full of energy.

Chapter 638

Ma Sha felt that his mouth was not as powerful as he had imagined.

——Sure enough, it's because I didn't drink the medicine that adds intelligence.

——However, in the previous fight against the soul of the Egyptian Pharaoh, if you didn't drink alcohol, you would be completely suppressed. Now, if you don't drink alcohol, you can have back and forth with this black mist.

——In other words, isn't this fog as strong as Pharaoh?

——Yes, I remember that the Arab bronze hands seem to be a product after the first year of the AD.

——And Jocel is the pharaoh of Egypt's third dynasty more than two thousand BC.

The later the Age of Domination, the weaker the power of the superpower, and the weaker the soul remaining on the magic weapon.

Sure enough, this is the case.

——Of course, I should have become stronger too. So this kind of thing should be easily dismissed.

At this time, Ma Sha felt a wave of heat rising in his chest.

——This feeling... Did they do something? It is estimated that Bai Quan commanded me to use all kinds of medicine.

——Sure enough, this guy Bai Quan is smart and has a high synchronization rate with me, so he can be regarded as the second in command.

Ma Sha, who had received support, used a more powerful mouth cannon to open fire at the black mist indiscriminately.

Gradually, Ma Sha began to feel something wrong.

——I always feel that something is trying to enter my mind.

The moment Ma Sha produced this cognition, this cognition was visualized, and he saw that a large number of black threads that looked like hairspring had wrapped up his hands and feet.

-Pure power can't beat me, so play consciousness invasion?

——Please, don’t look at my intelligence!

Ma Sha pulled a bunch of black lines when he tried hard.

But more black lines stick out from the fog.

Ma Sha keeps pulling, and it keeps sticking out new black lines.

——Play a protracted battle!

Ma Sha resumed his mouth cannon attack, and at the same time kept pulling the black line to protect himself.

The fierce confrontation went on for a while, and Ma Sha began to feel tired.

——This black mist, do you want to drag me down?

——Without the five points of intelligence added to Rang Na's wine, she is not as strong as before in mental confrontation.

Based on his previous experience with the Pharaoh, Masha judged that the black mist also had a core thing.

Just blast out the core with a mouth cannon, and then swallow it, you should be able to win!

——Wait a minute!

Ma Sha suddenly had an idea.

——The black line on me should theoretically be connected to the core of the black mist, otherwise it can't invade my thinking, can it?

——I successfully swallowed the pharaoh’s soul fragments before, obtained the memory of the pharaoh, learned part of the ancient Egyptian language and writing by the way, and also got an entry.

——Although the entry has been idle until now, I did win the entry.

——Since I can swallow the pharaoh's soul fragments, I should be able to swallow this thing too.

Masha made a decision almost immediately.

He opened his mind to the black mist that tried to invade his body.

--bring it on! See who swallows whom!

Hei Mist seems to have misunderstood Ma Sha's actions, it brushes and expands itself, and rushes towards Ma Sha in all directions.

Ma Sha let the black mist swallow him.

After the darkness, Ma Sha's vision gradually recovered, and he found himself standing on the endless desert.

——This should be the memory of the previous generation of Bronze Hands.

——Sure enough, it was the same as Pharaoh Jocel!

Ma Sha turned his head while thinking, and saw the rather majestic temple behind him.

He took a closer look at the temple, and always felt that the architectural style of the ancient city of Petra was similar to that of the ancient city of Petra that he had visited before.

As there was no other place to "visit" except for the temple, Mashamai started to climb the steps of the temple.

After climbing the steps, he saw an old man sitting on the ground in the middle of the temple.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Ma Sha.

He said: "Who are you? You are not on the causal line I see!"

"Can you still see the line of cause and effect? ​​You are Tokiwa Shōgo? You also want to be the supreme demon king?" Ma Sha asked three times in a row.

Then he found that he was not speaking Chinese, but a language that he didn't know what language.

——So that's it, I have swallowed at least part of the black mist and gained the ability to use this ancient language.