Chapter 1907: Do you want to study me?
In line with the principle of killing mistakes and not letting go, the first-class nobles planned to wipe out the suspicious corpses.
At that time, Mozu was very tangled.
Will you continue to explain to them, or ...
Time did not allow him to think too much, because Jun Changxiao took the initiative to solve all the problems.
"Snapped!"
The communicator dropped.
There is a portrait of the Mozu on it and it has been passed on.
This shows that the other party had notified the relevant department before dying and proceeded to investigate the corpse with the number 9527.
"Jun often laughs!"
Mozu shouted: "Laozi is going to be killed by you!"
A group of noble warriors were killed, and their pictures happened to pass on, and they would definitely be considered as murderers.
Has lived in the Protoss Realm for more than ten years. The Mozu knows that the corpses will be punished if they make mistakes, especially if they wipe out the first-class nobility, then they will also be sentenced to death!
Is finished.
Is all over.
"Hoo!" Thinking that he hadn't risen again, but he was about to fall down, and the Mozu suddenly became wicked, and his palms gathered poisonous power. His eyes were splitting and he looked at Jun Changxiao.
Ten years ago.
Because all his plans failed.
Ten years later.
Because he couldn't get paid for his courage!
kill!
kill!
New hatreds and old hatreds flooded the sea of knowledge, so that Mozu no longer cares about the strength of Jun Changxiao, and directly raised his hands to bombard it!
Seems irrational.
Actually caught the best flaw.
Because ... that guy is bending over and licking his bag.
"Boom--"
The dust was flying and the ground was oscillating.
The Mozu kept bombarding, his fist pressed against Jun Changxiao ’s back, and he saw that he had successfully caught the flaw and hit it, but his angry face gradually twisted, and then stepped back, his left hand was holding his right wrist, and a scream like a pig .
"what------"
Just hit a punch, as if on a steel plate.
"What are you doing?"
Jun Changxiao withdrew the space ring of the noble warrior, then turned around harmlessly.
"......"
Mozu squatted on the ground in pain and growled: "How strong is this guy? Without precautions, he is unscathed!"
"I say."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "You are also the ancestor of the Moxie clan, so willing to be a inferior person in the Protoss Realm?"
"It's not you!" Mozu yelled.
Jun Chang said with a smile: "I think that everyone is a fellow, and this seat helps you get out of trouble."
"Humph."
Mozu sneered, "I will believe it?"
He never believes that Jun Changxiao will help himself, if it helps, he must have a certain purpose.
Sure enough.
Jun often smiled with his chin and said, "This seat is very curious, what means did the Protoss Realm use to force the soul into a corpse."
"......"
Mozu sullenly said: "Do you want to study me?"
"Good!"
"It's you who caused me to end like this, and my ancestor won't cooperate even if I die!"
"Hoo ————————"
As soon as the words of the Devil Ancestor were finished, people had disappeared from the ground, not only sent to the eternal world, but also sent to the prison tower of Tianyuan Town.
得.
arranged.
Readers who are familiar with the power of Erya can already imagine that Mozu is going to be abused, and I am afraid that they still have to call Zhenxiang. After all, for now, no one can come out of the prison tower with iron bones.
……
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
It didn't take long for the first-class nobility to be wiped out, and a few powerful old men fell down. They looked at the scattered flesh and blood, their eyes chilled, and said, "The murderer must be 9357."
These people are from the law enforcement hall.
Just a moment ago, when he received the portrait of the corpse sent by the first-class nobility and investigated his identity, he suddenly cut off the contact and hurriedly sent someone to investigate.
Hey.
The ancestor of Mozu, the thief is stable.
Say, do you often laugh?
He had left the scene of the murder, sitting on a certain mountain peak, slowly releasing his spiritual thoughts, and carefully prying into everything in the Protoss Realm.
This first-class plane is stronger than the ancient world and the cross-world realm in terms of the attributes of the world and the landscape of mountains and rivers.
"Ok?"
Jun Changxiao found the city closest to him.
Judging from the city gate, the scale is not too large, but the strength of the creatures living in it is very high, and the warriors at the level of seeking truth are almost everywhere.
"In a small city, there is so much truth-seeking." Jun Chang smiled and said: "Isn't the top city more terrible?"
Continue to explore the city.
Gradually, Gou left to find a barracks outside the city and soldiers to practice on the school grounds.
Constantly changing positions and constantly discovering new towns and cities. Although there are different customs and customs, they all exist in military camps, which makes people feel like they are all soldiers.
of course.
There are many shipyards with different specifications.
Jun Changxiao watched several star warships just built flying from afar, and said: "If you can get their manufacturing plan in hand, you should be able to increase production speed."
In fact, as far as Van Gogh is concerned, it already has the ability to build warships, but it lacks professional drawings and indispensable materials.
"This kind of ore is of extraordinary quality."
A shipyard warehouse, Jun Changxiao carefully probed with a stone.
"who?"
The warrior who inspected outside found him.
However, after rushing in, the person was nowhere to be found.
As for the ore put in it for building warships, all of them are gone.
……
The next few days.
Jun Chang laughs like a ghost wandering in Protoss Realm, and has a deep understanding of the whole world in almost three chapters.
indeed.
Technology is full.
Many cities have teleport arrays.
Shipyards and military factories are everywhere.
If you encounter any special circumstances, you can quickly assemble large forces. If you invade the country, you can quickly form a huge fleet.
"A bit tricky."
Jun Changxiao initially thought that after investigating enough intelligence, he would directly use force against the Protoss Realm, and now he can only think twice, because with the fighting power of the ancient world, this face may not be extinguished.
Especially!
There are still many corpses.
The special thing about Star Spirit Realm is not that there are many shipyards, there are many barracks and soldiers, but that it is the corpses.
It can be said that this is the label.
In these few days of Jun Changxiao's investigation, it was found that there are numbered corpses from small villages to large cities ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They can be servants, servants, and thugs. And absolutely obey orders.
"If there is a fight."
Systematically said: "The whole body of the Protoss world will be mobilized."
"Yes."
Jun often smiled and said: "This is where I worry."
The corpse is just a corpse. The slain soul still exists, and it can be continuously manufactured. Even if the strength is not necessarily strong, it is also a top cannon fodder.
"If you can make the corpse lose power, there should be no problem." The system said.
"So it must be studied as soon as possible."
Jun Changxiao merged into the prison tower, came to the cell where the demon was imprisoned, watched through the door slit, Erya was struggling to swing the whip, listening to the beautiful rhythm of the screaming, and the corner of the mouth gradually appeared a smile.
"Warden!"
Zhao Doudou said: "This guy passed out again!"
"Little Law, wake him up!"
"Wow ——————"
A basin of cold water struck, so that the fainted ancestor suddenly sober, and then raised his head in pain, looked at Jun Chang smiled outside the door slit, and was powerless: "I ... I cooperate ..."
That day.
The half-dead Mozu was sent to Zhenfa Hall, and then the five-flowered lie lying on the bed, illuminated by the light, it was difficult to open his eyes.
"Stop!"
Various elders of the ancestral ancestors and the main lords came around.
They wore white coats and masks, and whispered with each other, just like a group of surgeons was discussing how to give the patient an operation.
