Chapter 2087: Let’s Part
It was as if the real light formed a sticky torrent, sweeping the magician, part of the land of the sky island, and the tentacles of the tomb beast into the air. The hastily raised force field shield and other things were obviously not professional enough in front of the Zerg macro cannon, and basically had no effect, and it could even be said that there was no collision.
Li Cang's flesh and blood melted rapidly in the torrent of light, turning into three-phase power and dissipating, revealing the eerie white bones. When Lao Wang Li Laise tried to save him, he found himself floating there like a balloon, maintaining the flickering action of taking off and sub-human transmission. The power was still there, but the time and space they were in seemed to have some weird distortion.
But Li Cang's sarcastic voice, which he had not forgotten until this moment, could be clearly heard again: "Insectoid infection? Ha, those who imitate me will live, those who are like me will die!"
Then came the voice of the nest master: "Yes, we tried to make an organ called Li Cang, maybe there are some other tricks?"
A small gift is not a respectful tone, hoping you like it, tea-like.
The Zerg obviously put much more thought into this so-called large split expulsion technique than insectoid infection and tearing reality to open up channels. The glorious torrent was sticky like asphalt, carrying Li Cang slowly but actually fast, and disappeared in the Zerg void rift in the blink of an eye. Even the void rift itself seemed to be afraid of this transmission. The distorted void shadow formed a vortex storm across the sky, one end of which was pouring out its heart and lungs to the deeper part of the endless void, and the other end climbed and spread along the glorious torrent to the starting point, shaped like a funnel, and most of the sky seemed to be completely broken.
Maybe one second, maybe one year.
Lao Wang finally regained his mobility, posing in a mighty posture like a tiger climbing a mountain, but he was spitting out a mouthful of overnight rice, which was thickened and covered with starch, and his oral gymnastics were rhythmic: "Fuck your mother!!"
Comrade Da Leizi was also numb: "Where is Li Cang? I ask you where is Li Cang!!"
The world was full of Zerg corpses and fragments of the sky island. The spherical cracked sky curtain that wrapped the sky island was dug out by the Zerg themselves, with two large holes running through the end. While it was fragmented, it finally gradually shrank into the size of a normal point-shaped tunnel, surging and brewing, until no new Zerg emerged for a long time, only the molten dark clouds of the twin Zerg corpses that launched the Great Disintegration Expulsion Technique hung there, flowing sticky and abstractly.
After two or three seconds of silence, Big Corpse suddenly stepped out of a homologous link channel, and landed on the ground with his meniscus erect at a height of one or two kilometers: "rua, get it!"
"What does it mean?"
"That bastard is still alive!"
"No, how can he die if he is not alive?" Old Wang pointed at Big Corpse, "It, was this guy just announcing the decree on behalf of his father?"
"emmm"
Old Wang pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "This is the secret decree! It seems that we still have to continue to teach the rebellious sons to type and chat!"
"Did you find a problem?"
"What?"
"If Li Cang's mental command can be used, it means that the homologous link can also be used. Why doesn't he send it back directly?"
"Huh??"
In short, no one knows how Li Cang made this last will. I saw a huge shark egg-like spiral object slammed from the homologous link channel to Old Wang's heart and lungs. Oh, no, on the sky island.
All the rebellious sons were kicked out, and then the bloody torrent composed of the twin tyrants, the turtleback dragon lice, the demon mountain master, and the sea of corpses and dogs quickly filled the two mid-air islands.
"Boom boom boom ~"
The twin tyrants fired without hesitation, not even at the Zerg space rift, which was too far away. The average range of the twin tyrants was only five kilometers, which was like a joke - yes, of course they fired at the sea of dogs, and they were directly composted on the spot.
Lao Wang painfully slapped his huge hand on his face, and it made a loud slapping sound: "It's over, it's over, my island!"
Li Leisi reminded him in a friendly way: "Or, you should carry the laboratory and those people back?"
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My Cang is as beautiful as a painting, this is a phrase often used by those senior rotten girls, mother fans, male mother fans, and zero-sum gamers on the forum, but they probably never thought that one day, the magician would really become a beautiful painting, in the physical sense.
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Li Cang is like a top-level biochemical paint that has been stretched, spread evenly, and has a little three-dimensional texture. It uses a body length of less than two meters to proportionally paint a whole cliff, pulling silk and hooking starch, twisted and abstract.
Lahua Cang lay quietly between this frozen and quiet cliff and the white snow for a long, long time.
The direction he was "facing" was a long rainbow, and the trivial space cracks like floating catkins had not been completely closed. A group of endless island chains were smashed head-on, and the bones were vast and extended, and the light was cold for thousands of kilometers.
[Origin Hostility] might be a good thing, and it can be checked on the panel to show off in front of others, but it may not be for Li Cang.
For example, now, it's just a flesh body without protection crossing the void, why is it so, the Zerg accounted for at most one-third of the credit, and the rest was all the hard work of the Origin Hostility.
"Hiss"
Took a breath of cold air, in and out of the other end.
It's not that Li Cang didn't want to move, but that he was already frozen on the cliff. This horrific exile or the origin of hostility made him survive in the physical sense, but it also tore him and his spine out in a real sense. The power of all three phases.
"Grandpa Mountain God"
"Clam?"
In a hazy moment, Li Cang saw a little girl who was about the same length as Wu Yisong's little Mu Guiying.
Of course it was not a problem with his eyesight, but because he was sealed in a thin layer of light blue ice crystals. This was probably one of the reasons why the little sister was not frightened and fainted by this bloody and broken creature. .
Not just hanging pictures.
Timi also framed it for him.
"You are Grandpa Mountain God, right? You are!" The little girl held a basket, raised her head, and crossed her feet to look curiously at the huge humanoid figure on the cliff opposite, which seemed to have a nose and eyes, "You can do it too. Can you fulfill my wish?"
"I"
"I want a medicine that can cure my mother's disease!"
"you"
"My name is Lele! Remember it! I told you my name! Then I will go home and wait for your good news!"
"Hey, if you don't say goodbye, you really have to leave."
No, who did this naughty kid learn from? Why am I so embarrassed?
Your Excellency, the magician, had nothing to say but the bitter wine went down his throat. After going back and forth, the consciousness that had just recovered a little gradually emptied out, and it actually went downhill and blurred all the way, and he fainted quite easily!
