McLaren in the Mist
i opened the cardboard box and saw the book on top. Suddenly, the whole person froze in the same place."the sword of the third young master" When Pangpang saw the title of the book, there was a look o..."there must be a lot of gods who can break into my heart, but they can come so easily." This is the first time I've seen it. "
Master Chen shook his head helplessly, slowly picked up the teapot and filled the empty cup in front of Isis with tea.
the boiling hot tea is poured into the porcelain cup, raising the misty heat, and the green tea leaves spin gently in the cup, emitting a faint fragrance of tea.
"Life will always find a way out." Isis said with a smile.
she turned her head and looked out of the window at the unique Chinese courtyard, pointing to a low stone covered with grass. "No matter how narrow the hard cracks are, they can't resist the irrigation of life."
the voice fell, and Master Chen held the side of the cup in his hand, strangely growing a green sprout.
Chen Fuzi was stunned in the same place.
this porcelain cup originally does not have the slightest gap, but after this vegetable bud grows, the slight crack begins to spread in the vegetable root, and with the growth of this vegetable bud, it becomes denser and denser.
BAM--!
A few seconds later, the cup in Chen Fu's hand had burst, and the vegetable bud had grown to the size of a thumb and fell gently on the soles of his feet.
boiling hot tea spilled on Chen Fu's robe, soaking a piece, he silently looked at the cup fragments in his hand, a touch of bitterness appeared in his eyes.
"this is my favorite tea set."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that."
the smile on Isis's face grew brighter and brighter.
under the gloomy sky, the surface of the carriage moving rapidly on the sea began to grow dense plants, vegetable sprouts, grass roots, buds. All kinds of plants grew at an astonishing rate and soon covered the carriage.
A few seconds later, there was only a blast, and the whole carriage broke apart from the center!
fortunately, this time, the bookboy was not sitting on the carriage. Chen Fu Zi left him at the seaside before he came here. When it comes to this level of fighting, as long as he is involved in it, he will die.
the moment the carriage crashed, Chen Fu, dressed in a gray robe, with blood on his chest, flew out of the broken wood and plunged straight into the rolling waves.
on the other side, a young girl in a blue skirt jacket stepped on the void and slowly turned her head to look at the golden shadow of the Buddha who was fighting with Gabe, the god of the earth.
after hesitating for a moment, she stepped out and came to the head of the golden Buddha shadow.
almost the moment the carriage burst and the Master was seriously injured, Ye Fan sensed the horror of this goddess of life. Her breath was the most powerful and powerful of the four Egyptian nine-pillar gods.
none of the four human ceilings present can compare with her. Of all the people Ye Fan has seen, perhaps the only one who has the strength to defeat her is Zhou Ping.
but Zhou Ping is not here.
when he saw that Chen Fuzi was seriously injured, Ye Fan's heart sank slightly. He looked up at Isis above his head and murmured, and a huge golden palm patted her body like lightning.
the palm oppresses the air, making a roaring explosion, and the bright Buddha light flows, and the palm print of the hand is rapidly magnified in Isis's eyes.
with a cold hum, she also stretched out her white jade palm and patted it hard!
the moment the two palms collided in the air, the roaring wind immediately oppressed the sea below, shaking a circular hole several kilometers wide, and then turned rapidly into a deep, bottomless vortex.
the Buddha's light all over his body crumbled. With a murmur, he regained his original size and staggered back two steps.
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while Isis, a young girl in Tsing Yi, just took a slight step back.
the way Ye Fan looked at her was dignified.
Boom--!
the next moment, two huge deep-sea boulders flew out from the feet of Ye Fan, setting off two huge waves and slamming toward Ye Fan in the center!
each of these two boulders has the size of an island, with a rugged surface and a bright luster, and the roll carries a terrifying force towards the oppression of Ye Fan, who is sandwiched in it!
Ye Fan put the straight knife into the scabbard like lightning, the palms of his hands glowed with dazzling Buddha light, and suddenly propped up the two island boulders that slammed into him, muscle after muscle bulging and explosive forces rushing out.
two boulders were rigidly propped up on both sides of his body.
he clenched his teeth like an angry King Kong, and every muscle in his body was trembling.
A god of the earth is enough for him to have a headache, and now there is another Isis, who is full of strength, which is completely beyond his scope to deal with.
this is the joint attack of two nine-pillar gods.
Isis' cyan skirt jacket swayed gently in the wind, and she walked impassively on the rolling sea to Ye Fan, who was struggling to support the two islands, and raised her fingertips gently.
just then, a faint current sound came from Ye Fan's waist, as if to connect the signal.
the red light came on again on the plain walkie-talkie.
A cold female voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"I'm coming."
the moment he heard the sound, Ye Fan was stunned at first, and then the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
Wow--!
the sound of surging sea water is coming from afar!
Isis frowned as if he had sensed something, and turned to look at the edge of the sea.
on the edge of this apocalyptic sea, endless sea water seems to have come back to life, turning into one tiny pixel particle after another, gathered above the sea level, spliced into a giant column rooted into the bottom of the sea, and on top of the pillar, a wide avenue of pixel style condensed quickly!
A viaduct standing on the sea is coming here from the fog.
the appearance of this viaduct immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone.
"that's. What is it " When I saw this scene, my eyes were full of doubt.
"Viaduct" Wearing the little yellow duck flying in the sky, the road was stupefied, "the viaduct coming from the fog" How is that possible "
Isis stood on the sea, frowning at the rapidly built pixel viaduct. A moment later, she looked at the end of the viaduct, even submerged in the haze.
there, there seems to be something approaching here.
humming.
the low sound of the engine came faintly from the fog.
A dark gray apocalyptic painted McLaren broke through the thick fog, and the modified engine roared like a beast under the dark sky. It broke through the huge waves that rolled over to the viaduct and sped like lightning from the other side of the viaduct.
in McLaren's driver's seat, a figure in a ragged black cloak holds the steering wheel in one hand and a pixel-wind black walkie-talkie in the other, staring calmly at the end of the viaduct, the god in a blue skirt jacket.
the window rolled down slightly, and the sea breeze of the wind swept through the crevice, blowing off the tattered black hood a little, and a few strands of long silver hair fell on her shoulders and fluttered slightly.hite squatting beside him, his eyes full of worry."I'm fine."Lin took a deep breath in the seventh night, glancing around, and everywhere he came in was endless gray, like a cocoon room that completel...