Not only because he had the opportunity to leave this dreary place, but more importantly, he followed the master Junkuang, and there was no mistake in it. He followed it too right.
At this time, he didn’t think much about it. For the first time in so many years, he was almost fanatical and obsessed with staring at the crazy figure in the black mirror.
At this time, Jun Kuang can probably feel the black old man observing the stone movement through the black mirror. He can’t imagine being calm and self-sustaining to be very cautious. Black old man also lost his mind because he didn’t take the black old man’s sight seriously, but focused his attention on Zuo Qiu Maocheng.
Compared with his refreshing Zuo Qiu Maocheng, he seemed to be in a mess. He was not only dyed with a little blood, but also did not dry up after fainting. Even the wound did not heal. Zuo Qiu Maocheng consumed so much that he had lost his previous momentum.
I have lost my patience and part of my confidence after being repeatedly hit by the madness of the monarch, and I have experienced a magic gas bifurcation, which leads to unwillingness.
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He was willing to blow himself up, but he didn’t expect to produce sound waves and attack himself as a sword after the explosion. There was more than one unhappiness in his heart.
Now you’re crazy. He’s on the outermost level of the stake area in front of him, but he’s still trapped in the center, unable to take a step, and he feels wronged.
Chapter one thousand one hundred and twenty-one A chess match
"Do you dare to come in?" Zuo Qiu Maocheng gasped and glared at Jun crazy as if his eyes could burn two holes in people.
"How dare you?" You picked your eyebrows and looked at him defiantly. "But why should I come in? Why should I come in when you call me in?" Even if I ask you to be kind, please don’t move, I still expect me to take the initiative to give you a face
"Hum" Zuo Qiu Maocheng gave a cold hum, which showed that he disdained his anger and wanted to divide your madness quickly.
This anger is suitable for accumulating magic gas, but the thought of the word "anger" reminds him of the previous madness. He deliberately got involved in the black inflammation and burned the true inflammation, which caused him to be injured once. Although he barely survived, it was too demoralizing.
So he finally summoned up his anger and died down, but he felt unusually calm.
If you were an ordinary monk, you would be very happy to be more determined in your mind, and even thank you for deliberately provoking you crazy. Of course, you will still fight, but you will not hate it anymore, but you will have more respect for your opponent.
But for Zuo Qiu Maocheng, it is like a natural disaster. The more intense the impulse, the higher the efficiency of accumulating magic gas. Of course, there are also passers-by who go astray because of love and paranoia, but after all, there are very few; If there is no impulse, it means that a magic practice has no future.
Zuo Qiu Maocheng has never hated his calmness so much, but the more he feels unwilling, the more calm he is. There is an illusion that he is looking down on himself and Jun crazy.
This point does not belong to the state of magic repair, which makes his whole state slide in a straight line and his powerful opponent is in front of him. He is just a living target in a trapped array. Those stakes explode by himself, leaving only some traces. What is even more frightening is that as time goes by, this stake actually begins to heal slightly, and I am afraid that it will not take long for tiny scratches to heal completely, even if it is a deep trace, it will recover as before.
There is no doubt that this is another great blow to the morale of Zuo Qiu Maocheng.
Even a small stake in the temple of the necromancer can’t get past him. These 110 stakes are like laughing at him, which makes him upset and can’t inspire his feelings.
"You have no words." Jun Kuang didn’t enter the array. He planned to look at Zuo Qiu Maocheng with a funny face. "It seems that you are getting along badly. This law really stumped you."
Zuo Qiu Mao Cheng was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. His eyes were cold and he stared at Jun crazy, but there was nothing he could do about it.
What can he do to be trapped in the center of this array? If you are crazy and deliberately attack him, his escape range is very limited. Even the party is suppressed. If you jump up to a high distance between two people, you will be suppressed by a burst of pressure.
Dodge is small, but he is a big target. I believe you are crazy enough to miss.
Thought of here, the fighting spirit in his heart began to degenerate quietly. Now it can be said that he is forced to calm down, but his face shows a grimace of a grin. "I bet you don’t want to attack the live target. You don’t want to see how I make a fool of yourself." At this time, Zuo Qiu Maocheng finally remembered that he was crazy with you.
He was deeply involved in the play, and he was able to stay awake when he saw the antiquities too early. After he left, he had to go to the Hall of the True Necromancer to get something left by the ancient people for research and repair. When he could confirm that the Hall of the Necromancer and his floor were still there, he was fascinated by material desires, and after he entered this array, he forgot that he was in the crazy field of being a monarch.
Thought of here, he condensed into a lot of long black needles around him, which matched your madness. He was already confused, and he doubted that it was an illusion to suddenly appear here.
But he thought it was an illusion, and when he raised his hand, he brushed away these long needles. He felt that you were crazy to manually move more than a dozen long needles, and then you were crazy to grasp them and crush them into pieces with one force, and there was no residue left after being burned by God.
"You" Zuo Qiu Maocheng probably stared at what he could do.
"Don’t you, I, since you have entered my necromancer’s temple and my site, that’s what I call the shots." Jun laughed at me. "Besides, you have no site at all. The temple of life and death is my god-burned relic and the remains of my king’s tomb are also under my jurisdiction, and you are just an uninvited guest and really think you are a hunter waiting for him."
He’s in a good mood, facing Zuo Qiu Maocheng, and he’s talking a lot. Anyway, even if he’s in a hurry, he can’t jump over, not afraid, not afraid
Zuo Qiu Maocheng has been choked back and forth several times. He has already made a speech. He has already quarreled in vain, and he can’t win. It’s not a hero that you are crazy and you can’t lose a piece of meat. There is no need to care; But lip service is strength on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is trapped here. There is no pain killer, and he is just waiting for his own destruction. What is the future without the means to obtain magic gas?
At the thought of here, Zuo Qiu Maocheng’s fighting spirit continued to decline.
But he is not content that he still has several small ones. This time, he is not as powerful and realistic as Jun Kuang in terms of human skills, but he can start over again. When he wants to close for a while, he is still the original left king.
Make up his mind, he began to prepare and didn’t forget to distract your madness. "Your domain is stronger than me, and your fire is stronger than mine. I am willing to worship the wind. I am not a loser. It is my pleasure to fight with such a powerful person as you." Now he is afraid to call himself "lonely" in front of your madness. Even if he wants to lose some face, it is better than losing his life.
"Suddenly speaking so beautifully always feels like you have some conspiracy." Jun looked at Zuo Qiu Maocheng with a smile but pinched his hand.
Both of them have their own plans in their hearts, or Zuo Qiu Maocheng quickly realizes that they are ready. The small worlds are not only well hidden, but even the mutual passages are checked, which is enough to ensure that he can hide for a while, so he shows his smug face. "Well, I admit that I am unwilling to lose this time, but not necessarily once."
Speaking Zuo Qiu Maocheng pinched a tactic with his hand, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
But this smirk completely solidified his face in an instant.
"Impossible" He felt a cold behind him spread from the middle of the back to the bones of his limbs as if he were frozen stiff all over.
Compared with Junkuang, he is always one move short of chess.
Chapter one thousand one hundred and twenty-two Fighting
Jun laughed wildly. "Nothing is impossible." The whole stone chamber was suddenly shrouded in dark twilight, and the whole thing seemed to be stagnant.
"What did you do?"
"Have you ever heard that courtship is either rape or theft?" Jun said crazily. "From the time you spoke politely to me, I thought you might run away. How could I give you such an opportunity?" After a pause, he added, "Are you curious about how the ancestors who are similar to me were killed? I already know how you are good at evasion."
At the same time, there is a feeling of not despising solemnity, which seems to be a heavy pressure, but it also makes people unconsciously bow their heads and feel ashamed.
Zuo Qiu Maocheng couldn’t believe his eyes "boundary pillar". He wondered what had happened.
All this is so real that I have no concept at all. Looking at the black triangle in your crazy hands, Zuo Qiu Maocheng is lost in thought.
"You also don’t waste that brain" Jun crazy face with a show of irony "I think you are really into the play, you believe what I say, I say it’s in the domain, you think it’s you, don’t you have any doubt that you may be the real world"
"What" Zuo Qiu Maocheng was frightened to disgrace.
"If you are not in the real world, what kind of domain can withstand your explosion and have not deformed at all, it will be very beneficial for sound waves to keep hurting you."
Zuo Qiu Maocheng couldn’t believe that his ears were not real even what he saw with his eyes. He couldn’t tell exactly where it was real and where it was.
When he caught a glimpse of the foot stakes, he composed himself and summoned up the courage to speak, "No, if it’s not a fantasy, then how could these stakes hurt even the artifact by exploding? I will be seriously injured this time." How is that possible?
And Junkuang is very satisfied with the confusion in Zuo Qiu Maocheng’s tone before he is interested in continuing the dialogue with him. "Haven’t you seen many weapons such as mines and antiquities? They are often very key parts or handles or"
"You shut up" Zuo Qiu Maocheng suddenly eyes latosolic red whole body magic gas crazy expansion.
He was eager to find a breakthrough to restore his impulse, but he felt that he had been deceived by the monarch, but now he had an angry impulse, and this anger was out of control, and the anger kept growing and burning around him.
He was deceived by your madness and lied to his real world, but he was blinded by material desires. Xiang Xiao never doubted that he would put the treasure in the bag one day; Presumably, his previous performance has become a joke. This person is also in a good state of mind, and he has been ugly for so long.
He’s Zuo Qiu Maocheng, and he’s the left king. He can be badly beaten by powerful people, but there’s still a breath left in the battlefield. He can be honest and admire his opponent, but he can’t forgive cheating.
Once, Zuo Wang lost his country and respect because of deception and betrayal, and his people also lost their close friends and loyalty. Deception is like a thorn in his heart, leaving a black blood hole. Once touched, it will inevitably continue to bleed and ache.
However, Junkuang deceived him at this juncture, reminding him of the tragic feeling at that time, the sadness and unwillingness. Today, he has not forgotten anything because of the long years. Junkuang’s deception is just a fuse for him to squeeze his heart and indulge in these years, and his anger will rise to the extreme in an instant.
His body trembled slightly because of anger, and his wounds gradually recovered because of the magic gas. The burning of black inflammation behind him seemed to have undergone a transformation and become hotter. Zuo Qiu’s face expression was also unprecedented, as if the devil showed his fangs in front of his prey. This powerful prey would make the devil feel excited.
Fear not?