Chapter 2074
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I can't help but jump at the sight of such a scene!
Generally speaking, what kind of skill you practice will be shown in your soul. For example, Lei Haotian and the short old man, as you can see from a glance, they both practice wood magic and fire magic. Although they are bright in color, they haven't been shaped yet, that is to say, their accomplishments are still shallow.
But the big skeleton in the middle is so lifelike that it's almost intact as the slide shows. It's only slightly blurred in the middle of the head.
That is to say, what the old man is practicing is really necromancy, and it is also a very pure white bone system. Different from the dark Department of the three high priests, the white bone department is good at external attack. It's amazing that it can cultivate the white bone technique of external attack to this extent!
I don't know what kind of state Satan's father is!
I'm surprised. I don't have time to think more.
After all, with my current accomplishments, I can only cast one minute away from the dream skill, and there is no time to delay. I rushed to the skeleton.
The skeleton was like the light on the door. As soon as I rushed to it, it was like pushing the door open.
Hurrah, tens of millions of images are flying all over the sky.
From childhood playing with naked buttocks to teenagers with stubble, and then growing white with long beard, the memory of imzai's whole life is like a overturned cargo ship, full of display in front of me!
I quickly adjusted my mind, and for the time being, I regarded myself as imzai himself: I was full of important and secret words, and I couldn't let others know these key words.
The immediate memory image has shrunk by more than half, but it is still dense and indistinguishable in a short time.
There were thirteen people together, each stretching out his left hand, folded into a tower, as if swearing something.
Behind them was a burnt old Russian tank, covered with bloody bodies.
This should be the experience of leading the anti Soviet guerrillas when he was young.
There was a half human and half white face, one hand on his kneeling head, the other hand holding a black parchment book, as if teaching him something.
The ground is full of terrifying skeletons, which is obviously the scene when Satan's father taught him necromancy.
There was also a well-dressed, bespectacled white man, smiling and shaking hands with him. Next to him stood several tall and wary soldiers. At one glance, they were all elite soldiers in the army. I know that white man very well. He is very like Kissinger, the evergreen of international politics.
There are so many memory images!
The experience of this old fellow in his life is very strange and mysterious. It may be enough to shock the world to say anything!
But now I don't have time to check it again. I think about it quickly and bitterly: treasure, hidden.
Once again, the number of memory images decreased sharply, leaving only a dozen.
In a big dark hole, there are countless boxes of guns and ammunition neatly stacked. A group of guys with black cloth hoods are still carrying them.
Dozens of heavy iron boxes were opened according to this. Someone nearby was checking and counting. Every big iron box was filled with gold!
Drugs, arms, gold, oil. There is also a kind of pamphlet like confidential documents, which he hid in various places! It seems that the old guy has a lot of secrets. There are dozens of treasure points alone.
However, these things are not what I want to focus on at present.
Several of the images soon caught my attention.
It's not arms gold or secret list code. It's a square small box. From the shape, it's like the one held by the father of Satan. If I guess it's right, it must be the Bible of the dead stolen from the cult of the dead.
Imzai put the small box into the hole in the stone wall, and then the image was a piece of broken big stone.
It seems that this guy blew up the place where he collected the books. He may be the only one who knows exactly where
If possible, I would like to see what is recorded in the Bible of the dead and what is different from the book of Yin Fu.
Another image is that he is holding a small ball and is loading it into a sealed small box.
The ball is only the size of egg yolk. It's full of spots and irregular bumps. It seems transparent inside, and it also emits a shining white light. I've never seen such a thing before, or even heard of it. If it has to be compared, it's like a spherical integrated circuit.
Eame put it in a small sealed box, and then poured concrete on it, turning it into a fist sized stone.
The final image is to put the stone into the crocodile's stomach!
Ah, I see!
This little ball is what we must take for this mission. It was hidden in the crocodile by him.But crocodiles are not rare. There are many things in the world! Which one is it? Where is it?
Unfortunately, the image can't speak!
In my current cultivation, I can only see the memory image, and I can't know the memory beyond vision at all.
What can I do?
In the middle of nowhere, I suddenly found a small detail on the last image.
When he did it, he came alone, and it was evening.
There was a huge shadow beside the crocodile he was pressing on the shore.
The shadow is a little round, very similar to the unique roof of the Middle Eastern religion! From the position of shadow projection, it should be on the southeast side of the circular church.
Crocodiles in the water, Southeast of the Middle East Church!
Although these two specific conditions are very confusing, they have finally outlined the general orientation, at least have the clues to find.
At this time, the time to leave the art of dreams is about to arrive, and I have no time to look at anything more carefully and quickly retreat.
Countless images gathered disorderly again. I left the door of the illusory skeleton, and the images of the people were revealed again, but their positions changed.
I don't know what happened in this period, and I have no time to think about it. Hurry to retreat all the way!
After turning around the divine sense, the body suddenly shakes, two ears are buzzing, two eyes are also emitting golden light. This is influenced by the power of recoil from dream. Originally, I was still in the research stage for this kind of magic, but I didn't master it skillfully. Now I can't help but use it in a hurry. It's really a little unpredictable pain! There is a mess in the head, and the heart is beating wildly, as if the body and soul are about to explode.
I bit my teeth and endured endless pain for a long time, which relieved me a little.
I'm scared when I open my eyes!
I don't know when my invisible rune is broken, and I am sitting in the corridor.
Just now I'm in great pain. Don't say what to guard against. I don't know anything about the outside world! If someone just happened to pass by, I don't need any expert. Any terrorist can kill me with a single knife.
I wiped my forehead which exuded cold sweat, but I didn't care to be scared. I quickly took out the communicator and whispered to the other side, "Lao Gao, I found the clue! He hid the East in the body of the crocodile
"Crocodile? What crocodile. " The desk immediately heard Gao Shenghan's low voice and eager voice.
"You look for a river pond with a church in the northwest, where the crocodile is!"
"Good." Gao Shenghan immediately answered, "what kind of crocodile is it? What's the size, male or female? "
"I don't know..."
I was just about to answer when I heard a shout. At the same time, there was a sound of pulling the bolt.
No, I was found!
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I can't help but jump at the sight of such a scene!
Generally speaking, what kind of skill you practice will be shown in your soul. For example, Lei Haotian and the short old man, as you can see from a glance, they both practice wood magic and fire magic. Although they are bright in color, they haven't been shaped yet, that is to say, their accomplishments are still shallow.
But the big skeleton in the middle is so lifelike that it's almost intact as the slide shows. It's only slightly blurred in the middle of the head.
That is to say, what the old man is practicing is really necromancy, and it is also a very pure white bone system. Different from the dark Department of the three high priests, the white bone department is good at external attack. It's amazing that it can cultivate the white bone technique of external attack to this extent!
I don't know what kind of state Satan's father is!
I'm surprised. I don't have time to think more.
After all, with my current accomplishments, I can only cast one minute away from the dream skill, and there is no time to delay. I rushed to the skeleton.
The skeleton was like the light on the door. As soon as I rushed to it, it was like pushing the door open.
Hurrah, tens of millions of images are flying all over the sky.
From childhood playing with naked buttocks to teenagers with stubble, and then growing white with long beard, the memory of imzai's whole life is like a overturned cargo ship, full of display in front of me!
I quickly adjusted my mind, and for the time being, I regarded myself as imzai himself: I was full of important and secret words, and I couldn't let others know these key words.
The immediate memory image has shrunk by more than half, but it is still dense and indistinguishable in a short time.
There were thirteen people together, each stretching out his left hand, folded into a tower, as if swearing something.
Behind them was a burnt old Russian tank, covered with bloody bodies.
This should be the experience of leading the anti Soviet guerrillas when he was young.
There was a half human and half white face, one hand on his kneeling head, the other hand holding a black parchment book, as if teaching him something.
The ground is full of terrifying skeletons, which is obviously the scene when Satan's father taught him necromancy.
There was also a well-dressed, bespectacled white man, smiling and shaking hands with him. Next to him stood several tall and wary soldiers. At one glance, they were all elite soldiers in the army. I know that white man very well. He is very like Kissinger, the evergreen of international politics.
There are so many memory images!
The experience of this old fellow in his life is very strange and mysterious. It may be enough to shock the world to say anything!
But now I don't have time to check it again. I think about it quickly and bitterly: treasure, hidden.
Once again, the number of memory images decreased sharply, leaving only a dozen.
In a big dark hole, there are countless boxes of guns and ammunition neatly stacked. A group of guys with black cloth hoods are still carrying them.
Dozens of heavy iron boxes were opened according to this. Someone nearby was checking and counting. Every big iron box was filled with gold!
Drugs, arms, gold, oil. There is also a kind of pamphlet like confidential documents, which he hid in various places! It seems that the old guy has a lot of secrets. There are dozens of treasure points alone.
However, these things are not what I want to focus on at present.
Several of the images soon caught my attention.
It's not arms gold or secret list code. It's a square small box. From the shape, it's like the one held by the father of Satan. If I guess it's right, it must be the Bible of the dead stolen from the cult of the dead.
Imzai put the small box into the hole in the stone wall, and then the image was a piece of broken big stone.
It seems that this guy blew up the place where he collected the books. He may be the only one who knows exactly where
If possible, I would like to see what is recorded in the Bible of the dead and what is different from the book of Yin Fu.
Another image is that he is holding a small ball and is loading it into a sealed small box.
The ball is only the size of egg yolk. It's full of spots and irregular bumps. It seems transparent inside, and it also emits a shining white light. I've never seen such a thing before, or even heard of it. If it has to be compared, it's like a spherical integrated circuit.
Eame put it in a small sealed box, and then poured concrete on it, turning it into a fist sized stone.
The final image is to put the stone into the crocodile's stomach!
Ah, I see!
This little ball is what we must take for this mission. It was hidden in the crocodile by him.But crocodiles are not rare. There are many things in the world! Which one is it? Where is it?
Unfortunately, the image can't speak!
In my current cultivation, I can only see the memory image, and I can't know the memory beyond vision at all.
What can I do?
In the middle of nowhere, I suddenly found a small detail on the last image.
When he did it, he came alone, and it was evening.
There was a huge shadow beside the crocodile he was pressing on the shore.
The shadow is a little round, very similar to the unique roof of the Middle Eastern religion! From the position of shadow projection, it should be on the southeast side of the circular church.
Crocodiles in the water, Southeast of the Middle East Church!
Although these two specific conditions are very confusing, they have finally outlined the general orientation, at least have the clues to find.
At this time, the time to leave the art of dreams is about to arrive, and I have no time to look at anything more carefully and quickly retreat.
Countless images gathered disorderly again. I left the door of the illusory skeleton, and the images of the people were revealed again, but their positions changed.
I don't know what happened in this period, and I have no time to think about it. Hurry to retreat all the way!
After turning around the divine sense, the body suddenly shakes, two ears are buzzing, two eyes are also emitting golden light. This is influenced by the power of recoil from dream. Originally, I was still in the research stage for this kind of magic, but I didn't master it skillfully. Now I can't help but use it in a hurry. It's really a little unpredictable pain! There is a mess in the head, and the heart is beating wildly, as if the body and soul are about to explode.
I bit my teeth and endured endless pain for a long time, which relieved me a little.
I'm scared when I open my eyes!
I don't know when my invisible rune is broken, and I am sitting in the corridor.
Just now I'm in great pain. Don't say what to guard against. I don't know anything about the outside world! If someone just happened to pass by, I don't need any expert. Any terrorist can kill me with a single knife.
I wiped my forehead which exuded cold sweat, but I didn't care to be scared. I quickly took out the communicator and whispered to the other side, "Lao Gao, I found the clue! He hid the East in the body of the crocodile
"Crocodile? What crocodile. " The desk immediately heard Gao Shenghan's low voice and eager voice.
"You look for a river pond with a church in the northwest, where the crocodile is!"
"Good." Gao Shenghan immediately answered, "what kind of crocodile is it? What's the size, male or female? "
"I don't know..."
I was just about to answer when I heard a shout. At the same time, there was a sound of pulling the bolt.
No, I was found!
I can't help but jump at the sight of such a scene! Generally speaking, what kind of skill you practice will be shown in your soul. For example, Lei Haotian and the short old man, as you can see from a glance, they both practice wood magic and fire magic. Although they are bright in color, they haven't been shaped yet, that is to say, their accomplishments are still shallow. But the big skeleton in the middle is so lifelike that it's almost intact as the slide shows. It's only slightly blurred in the middle of the head. That is to say, what the old man is practicing is really necromancy, and it is also a very pure white bone system. Different from the dark Department of the three high priests, the white bone department is good at external attack. It's amazing that it can cultivate the white bone technique of external attack to this extent! I don't know what kind of state Satan's father is! I'm surprised. I don't have time to think more. After all, with my current accomplishments, I can only cast one minute away from the dream skill, and there is no time to delay. I rushed to the skeleton. The skeleton was like the light on the door. As soon as I rushed to it, it was like pushing the door open. Hurrah, tens of millions of images are flying all over the sky. From childhood playing with naked buttocks to teenagers with stubble, and then growing white with long beard, the memory of imzai's whole life is like a overturned cargo ship, full of display in front of me! I quickly adjusted my mind, and for the time being, I regarded myself as imzai himself: I was full of important and secret words, and I couldn't let others know these key words. The immediate memory image has shrunk by more than half, but it is still dense and indistinguishable in a short time. There were thirteen people together, each stretching out his left hand, folded into a tower, as if swearing something. Behind them was a burnt old Russian tank, covered with bloody bodies. This should be the experience of leading the anti Soviet guerrillas when he was young. There was a half human and half white face, one hand on his kneeling head, the other hand holding a black parchment book, as if teaching him something. The ground is full of terrifying skeletons, which is obviously the scene when Satan's father taught him necromancy. There was also a well-dressed, bespectacled white man, smiling and shaking hands with him. Next to him stood several tall and wary soldiers. At one glance, they were all elite soldiers in the army. I know that white man very well. He is very like Kissinger, the evergreen of international politics. There are so many memory images! The experience of this old fellow in his life is very strange and mysterious. It may be enough to shock the world to say anything! But now I don't have time to check it again. I think about it quickly and bitterly: treasure, hidden. Once again, the number of memory images decreased sharply, leaving only a dozen. In a big dark hole, there are countless boxes of guns and ammunition neatly stacked. A group of guys with black cloth hoods are still carrying them. Dozens of heavy iron boxes were opened according to this. Someone nearby was checking and counting. Every big iron box was filled with gold! Drugs, arms, gold, oil. There is also a kind of pamphlet like confidential documents, which he hid in various places! It seems that the old guy has a lot of secrets. There are dozens of treasure points alone. However, these things are not what I want to focus on at present. Several of the images soon caught my attention. It's not arms gold or secret list code. It's a square small box. From the shape, it's like the one held by the father of Satan. If I guess it's right, it must be the Bible of the dead stolen from the cult of the dead. Imzai put the small box into the hole in the stone wall, and then the image was a piece of broken big stone. It seems that this guy blew up the place where he collected the books. He may be the only one who knows exactly where If possible, I would like to see what is recorded in the Bible of the dead and what is different from the book of Yin Fu. Another image is that he is holding a small ball and is loading it into a sealed small box. The ball is only the size of egg yolk. It's full of spots and irregular bumps. It seems transparent inside, and it also emits a shining white light. I've never seen such a thing before, or even heard of it. If it has to be compared, it's like a spherical integrated circuit. Eame put it in a small sealed box, and then poured concrete on it, turning it into a fist sized stone. The final image is to put the stone into the crocodile's stomach! Ah, I see! This little ball is what we must take for this mission. It was hidden in the crocodile by him.But crocodiles are not rare. There are many things in the world! Which one is it? Where is it? Unfortunately, the image can't speak! In my current cultivation, I can only see the memory image, and I can't know the memory beyond vision at all. What can I do? In the middle of nowhere, I suddenly found a small detail on the last image. When he did it, he came alone, and it was evening. There was a huge shadow beside the crocodile he was pressing on the shore. The shadow is a little round, very similar to the unique roof of the Middle Eastern religion! From the position of shadow projection, it should be on the southeast side of the circular church. Crocodiles in the water, Southeast of the Middle East Church! Although these two specific conditions are very confusing, they have finally outlined the general orientation, at least have the clues to find. At this time, the time to leave the art of dreams is about to arrive, and I have no time to look at anything more carefully and quickly retreat. Countless images gathered disorderly again. I left the door of the illusory skeleton, and the images of the people were revealed again, but their positions changed. I don't know what happened in this period, and I have no time to think about it. Hurry to retreat all the way! After turning around the divine sense, the body suddenly shakes, two ears are buzzing, two eyes are also emitting golden light. This is influenced by the power of recoil from dream. Originally, I was still in the research stage for this kind of magic, but I didn't master it skillfully. Now I can't help but use it in a hurry. It's really a little unpredictable pain! There is a mess in the head, and the heart is beating wildly, as if the body and soul are about to explode. I bit my teeth and endured endless pain for a long time, which relieved me a little. I'm scared when I open my eyes! I don't know when my invisible rune is broken, and I am sitting in the corridor. Just now I'm in great pain. Don't say what to guard against. I don't know anything about the outside world! If someone just happened to pass by, I don't need any expert. Any terrorist can kill me with a single knife. I wiped my forehead which exuded cold sweat, but I didn't care to be scared. I quickly took out the communicator and whispered to the other side, "Lao Gao, I found the clue! He hid the East in the body of the crocodile "Crocodile? What crocodile. " The desk immediately heard Gao Shenghan's low voice and eager voice. "You look for a river pond with a church in the northwest, where the crocodile is!" "Good." Gao Shenghan immediately answered, "what kind of crocodile is it? What's the size, male or female? " "I don't know..." I was just about to answer when I heard a shout. At the same time, there was a sound of pulling the bolt. No, I was found!
