Chapter 1227: The Realm of All Spirits
At this moment, Jia Lan finally felt that he had found his organization, and his tears flowed down.
No one knows what he went through during the year he was held captive...
No one knew his fear, his confusion, and how helpless his weak and fragile heart was.
No one knew how much he wanted to return to his hometown.
Jia Lan had asked himself countless times, do you regret it?
He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
Why did you go to Earth in the first place? Why did you encounter that human demon?
But at this moment, Jia Lan finally saw a ray of light in the darkness.
He almost trembled as he asked, "Lord Luluo, why did you come here? Are you using the strategy of inflicting pain on yourself to infiltrate the enemy?"
When Lu Luo heard this, he suddenly felt bitter.
A bitter plot?
At this moment, his vitality was being rapidly drained by the big tree beneath him, leaving him with only the vitality of a junior quasi-god.
Only then did Lu Luo suddenly realize that the truly terrifying thing about this trip to the ancient ruins was not the ancient human race.
It’s not that damn yellow tiger...it’s the human race that he has never paid much attention to!
"Jia Lan, why are you here?" asked Lu Luo.
Jia Lan immediately told the story again. When Lou Luo heard it, his heart was suddenly filled with chill.
Cut off the flesh piece by piece, and then treat it over and over again... ?
Every time Jia Lan was about to die, he felt like he was about to be relieved, but every time, someone came and force-fed him various supplies... After his life level recovered, he would cut his flesh and blood again to make medicine...
Even keeping animals in captivity wouldn’t be so inhumane!
Compared to the alien races captured by Zhao Yin, the human race kept in captivity by the angels is like a paradise in legends...
"Lord Luluo, when will you take me home?"
"Don't worry, Jia Lan. I still have some things to do. I'll take you home when I'm done!"
Who knows if I can go back?
But at this moment, Lu Luo really couldn't bring himself to do this, and he couldn't bear to see the only fellow tribesman around him fall into despair again.
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[Wanling Mirror: God-level grade, special equipment! Mental defense 4000000! Transformation effect: Absorb the flesh, soul, and equipment of living beings and pseudo-living beings to achieve transformation!
After the transformation, it is no different from the original body. You can use alien equipment across races and simulate the original body's talents, abilities, and life level!
When the user's life level is higher than the original body, the user can maintain the transformed state and use his own life level and innate abilities! 】
It is somewhat similar to the Heavenly Demon Mask, but after all, the Heavenly Demon Mask is only an S-level equipment.
Can only simulate breath, sound and appearance!
If you encounter a life that is much higher than the user's level, it will be easy to be exposed...
Just like the corpse demon Zhang Jie, who was discovered by the Book King at the beginning.
And this Wanling Realm, with just 4 million spiritual defense, is enough to match the god level!
More importantly, after the transformation, it is no different from the original body!
Not only can you use the opponent's talents, abilities and life levels, but you can also use the opponent's race-specific equipment!
Although it does not increase ordinary defense and attack power, if used properly, it will definitely surpass ordinary god-level equipment!
At this moment, Zhao Yin was more excited than ever before, and his hands could not help but tremble.
He quickly put it into his space bracelet, and then a trace of mental power swept across Lu Luo's space bracelet.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yin felt a sense of regret. As expected, the divine-level heavenly punishment was gone!
Lu Luo had been fleeing all the way, and all the valuable items had been consumed long ago, not even a piece of food was left.
In his excitement, Zhao Yin did not forget Huang Hu.
At this time, Huang Hu did not leave immediately, but stood far away a mile away.
"Comrade, you have obtained the living seven-winged angel that you need most. Can you give me the All-Spirit Realm?" Huang Hu asked in a deep voice.
"for you?"
Zhao Yin was stunned for a moment. It was the first time that he met someone asking him for spoils of war.
"I got the treasure and the living body with my own ability, why should I give it to you?"
He felt that Huang Hu's mind was not clear again.
He actually asked for a god-level equipment.
"Comrade, I really need this equipment. I have spent a huge amount of money to come here just to kill all the angels here and get this god-level treasure!"
There was a hint of begging in Huang Hu's voice.
"Who doesn't need a god-level treasure?" Zhao Yin sneered.
"If you really want it, come and grab it!"
Huang Hu smiled bitterly: "I can't beat you!"
"If you can beat him, have you done it?" Bai Wei also narrowed her eyes.
The silver spear in Qinglang's hand was boiling with gun energy. He and Huanghu had always been at odds with each other, and at this moment, murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
A bunch of crazy people!
Huang Hu's identity is strange, and even Zhao Yin suspects that he is a traitor to the human race.
The battle with Luluo was essentially an internal conflict between traitors and the angels.
Huang Hu avoided the question from Bai Wei and said sincerely: "You and I are both human beings. The Ten Thousand Spirits Realm is in my hands and can create a great cause for the human race. If the three comrades are willing to give it to me, I will definitely know everything in the future!"
In Zhao Yin's opinion, just a few words were enough to make him hand over a divine treasure.
Is he sure he isn't insane?
"Show your identity first!" Zhao Yin said.
"Now that you know my true identity, will you give me the Wanling Mirror?" Huang Hu asked.
"I'll consider it. If you can come up with one or two hundred thousand SSS-grade purple crystals, it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it to you from Wanling Realm!" Zhao Yin said.
"This is just a shadow body of mine. I spent tens of thousands of years of savings to exchange for a shadow body talisman from Marshall of the corpse demon clan, and condensed it into a shadow clone!" said Huang Hu.
Zhao Yin suddenly realized and finally understood why the other party was not bleeding even though he was injured.
Unexpectedly, Huang Hu is also connected with the Corpse Demon Marquis Marshall.
Zhao Yin had personally seen two shadows of Marshall, one of which was only SSS level, appear on Earth.
The other one... was sent to him inexplicably. They were three people from the Pig Tribe, Zhu Dan, Zhu Yao and Zhu Wang!
As for the Corpse Demon Marquis Marshall, in Zhao Yin's opinion, he was also extremely strange, and he couldn't tell friend from foe...
The yellow tiger at this moment is an extremely rare treasure. Naturally, it will not be injured or bleed. It will only be broken into pieces after its power is exhausted.
Moreover, the shadow body talisman he used was more precious than the one Marshall used, allowing him to rival the top quasi-gods in strength!
Huang Hu continued, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you my true identity. If my comrades really don't care about the great cause of the human race, I can only leave now."
"Don't use justice to blackmail me morally!"
Zhao Yin's eyes showed coldness. Huang Hu's unknown identity meant that he might be a friend, or he might plot against him at any time.
What's more, you have what the other person dreams of!
He would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go.
Just as Huang Hu was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Yin spoke.
"Qinglang, Baiwei, kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he also instantly activated the Flying Fist Meteor Shower...
