Chapter 1336： Simple task

For a moment, Meng Chao felt that he was dead.

His soul was out of his body, and he could neither feel the slightest pain nor search his internal organs and limbs.

As if lying quietly at the bottom of a clear and warm stream, watching the picture of my life, like crystal clear fragments, slowly flowing past my eyes.

He doesn't remember where he is or what he is doing.

Even temporarily lost the short-term memory of the past three to six months.

On the contrary, it is the childhood memory that has long been buried deep in the mind, and resurfaced in the eruption of a submarine volcano that was enough to make the brain boil.

He clearly "saw" himself at the age of six or seven, with his sister Bai Jiacao, who was billowing like a ball, went to the ruins of the city after the fierce battle, caught the two-headed lizard, and then went to fight the lizard with his friends. Scenes.

He even remembered that he had caught a double-headed lizard that was covered with silver lines from head to toe, and it was as gorgeous as lightning. It defeated three double-headed lizards and seven or eight mutant beetles of his friends.

He was very excited to name this two-headed lizard "Silver Thunderbolt".

"Silver Thunder...

"It seems that it has been many years and I haven't thought of this name.

"Battle lizards, it's really interesting, come on, who else dares to challenge me?

"Wait, no, where am I? I shouldn't fight the lizards in this **** ghost place. I still have a mission to complete!"

Meng Chao suddenly widened his eyes at the bottom of the clear stream.

Realize that he is dying.

Because of the crazy secretion of adrenaline, the brain cells are running to the limit in an instant, and I think of many fragments of life that have been covered in dust for a long time and will never be remembered before dying.

According to experts from the Longcheng Zombie Research Institute, after studying countless patients infected with zombie viruses and about to become corpses, they concluded that whenever the human body produces a similar "memory flashback", it means that the body is sending out to the brain. Signal: "It's no help, let's explain the funeral quickly!"

no!

I can save it!

Meng Chao's consciousness was flowing upstream in the clear stream formed by flashbacks of memory.

The flames of the doomsday were like a powerful tail flame ejected from a rocket booster, pushing the soul that had just been blasted out of his body and squeezing it back into his body forcibly.

After that, Meng Chao felt the severe pain that could not be described with pen and ink, like the turbulent waves rolled up by the fourth-level tsunami, constantly bombarding every cell in his body.

The Totem Armor seemed to be pasted with wet newspaper, and it could not even offset the pain and destructive power at all.

But this layer of paper-sticky battle armor seemed to weigh tens of thousands of tons, like an airtight iron coffin, firmly suppressing Meng Chao inside.

Meng Chao wanted to scream, but he felt tears, nasal mucus and blood gushing out like a floodgate.

I want to see the surrounding environment and the location of the suspected bloodhoof clan founder, but I feel my head has expanded tenfold, like a flaming hot air balloon, my eyes are completely blocked by bruises, except in the dark Nothing can be seen outside of a frantically jumping Venus.

After trying dozens of times, Meng Chao barely raised his arm and cut two holes under the swollen eye sockets, releasing blood congestion, and clearing a long narrow horizon for his eyes.

Only then did he realize that he had been swiped by a "fist" for at least several hundred meters, and hit the bulkhead on the edge of the high platform heavily, knocking out the bulkhead made of alloy, and a clearly visible "big" shaped recess was knocked out. pit.

I don't know it was because he flew out too fast and rubbed against the ground at super high speed.

It is the "fist" that contains the violent power that has nowhere to vent for three thousand years.

In short, Meng Chao saw a blazing spiritual flame trail extending from under his feet to hundreds of meters away, under the iron fist of his "fist".

No, not one, but two.

On the right hand side of Meng Chao, "Jackal" Kanus also presents a flattened "big" shape, deeply embedded in the concave bulkhead.

The Wolf King’s totem armor was originally inlaid with shining, ruby-like wolf teeth, like fireworks in full bloom, solidified in the brightest moment.

But now, this gorgeous set of "Six Killing Armor" has turned into a tattered piece that even beggars dismissed.

Not only is it riddled with holes and fragments, a large number of crystal clear wolf teeth have lost their luster and texture, and have fallen off the surface of the armor.

There are also a large number of liquid-like metal substances that have transformed from solid to liquid, rushing to escape from the body of the wolf king as if they had life.

Like mice and fleas, escaping from the sinking ship.

As a result, the head of the wolf king completely lost the protection of the helmet and mask, and was completely exposed to the air.

Of course, this could also be because his face, which he didn't even recognize his parents, was swollen at least three to five times, which burst the helmet and mask alive.

With the honor of the Wolf King now, Meng Chao felt that he could play a wild boar warrior of the Bloodhoof clan without makeup.

Having said that, Meng Chao saw his reflection in the eyes of the wolf king desperately widening.

He found that he and the Wolf King were like brothers and sisters standing in and out of a mirror.

If the wolf king can play the wild boar warrior in a fake and real way.

Then Meng Chao could play the real wolf king at this moment.

Hundreds of meters away, the mysterious statues condensed from liquid metal-like substances, stepping neatly, slowly advancing towards the two of them.

Although the opponent's speed is not fast.

The sound of **** drums of footsteps blasted on the chests of Meng Chao and the Wolf King one after another.

Each bombardment was like a thunderbolt of war trampled on, causing the sternums of the two to scream and the hearts to groan.

"We, cough cough, are we dead?"

The wolf king knelt on one knee, coughing violently and coughing out a large mass of thick plasma, until Meng Chao was worried that he would cough up his heart, and finally regained his ability to speak.

"Yes, for the time being, not yet!"

Meng Chao gritted his teeth.

The Wolf King lowered his head, looking at the totem armor on his body that was inextricably linked like a mop, and then at his hands that were constantly shaking, but gradually regaining perception, and his deformed and swollen face gradually showed a crazy smile.

"So, we are right!

"We are not dead yet, which shows that the other party does not really want to kill us!

"Otherwise, if you think about it, whether these ghosts are true legendary heroes, or the original ancestors, killing machines made based on legendary heroes, they really want to kill us, it's easy!

"The matter of'we are still alive' is enough to show that we have found the rules of the game to pass the test!

"Because we have shown that the Turan Warriors regard death as home, and have held the iron fist of the'fist' abruptly, we can still stand here, breathe the burning air, and enjoy the joy of life!

"If we chose to flee without a fight just now, I'm afraid the opponent would have been blasted into two puddles of mud long ago!"

"So, the other party is still merciful?"

Meng Chao grinned with pain, "Do you know that the power this guy just blasted out was like a dwarf cannon and fired against our heads!"

"If this is also called a'trial', I really can hardly imagine that those ancient Turan warriors three to five thousand years ago, who were qualified to enter the Holy Mountain Temple to challenge the trials, all have everything. Survived in the end!"

"perhaps…"

The Wolf King groaned, "The difficulty of the original trial was not so high, but you know, these killing machines have been sealed for too long.

"They have been there for three thousand years, and they haven't vented their violent power to the full.

"For three thousand years, I have not tasted the taste of blood, and have heard the beautiful sound of broken bones and bursting internal organs.

"Moreover, for three thousand years, nothing has been killed or destroyed.

"So, the shot was slightly...heavier.

"Or perhaps, although the magic explosion that occurred three thousand years ago failed to blow up the Holy Mountain Temple, the power from the Holy Light Temple eventually penetrated into the temple and caused some kind of interference.

"In short, my instinct tells me that we have passed the first test. We must not give up halfway and run away. We must grit our teeth and persevere!"

"Stick to it?"

Meng Chao's eyes widened, as he watched as he gradually approached, his movements became larger and larger, and he became more and more like a mysterious statue of a living creature. "You mean, the so-called'trial' is not just a clan that carries the blood hoof. Is the creator's punch so simple?"

"Since it is the ultimate trial in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple, of course it cannot be that simple."

The Wolf King took it for granted, "Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be eligible to receive the legacy of the great ancestor spirit?"

"So, what are the next rules of the game, continue to be motionless, get ten punches, one hundred punches?" Meng Chao said anxiously.

"It should not be so rigid. Passive beating is definitely not the style of the Turan Warriors. Don't worry, let me think about it. Think about it..."

The wolf king's thoughts turned, and sparks suddenly burst out of his eyes, "I have encountered similar trials when exploring several other lost temples-they are all extremely hideous in appearance, and it is difficult to deal with killing machines at first glance.

"If the explorer turns and escapes, these killing machines will kill the explorer at lightning speed.

"But as long as the explorer can summon the courage to fight the killing machine to the end, it does not need to completely explode the killing machine, as long as he can cause a certain degree of damage to the killing machine, or hit a specific part of the killing machine. It's okay.

"After all, in the definition of Turan, the so-called'strong' does not only refer to the strength of power, but the courage to slam a fist without hesitation in the face of opponents far above oneself!

"In other words, I think what the ancestral spirit wants us to do is very simple!"

Meng Chao frowned: "Very simple?"

"Yes!"

The Wolf King's eyes were like electricity, "We just have to think of a way and make a big blow to the'fist' face, and it's probably about the end!"