Deconstruction is Weird

[It is recommended to record the opponent's skill form, if this state can be transferred to the body of the body]

[may bring qualitative change]

[If the body of the main body can go further, then the design ideas of the mecha can be more open]

Hearing the hint from Zhinao, Chu Dong also changed his way of fighting. He was not in a hurry to kill the opponent, but tried to feel the unique fluctuations in him as much as possible.

Because his physical body has now entered a stagnant state. Although he is still improving, compared to his technology tree, it is too slow.

In the first state of the mecha, his physical body can still participate in the battle, but in the second state, he can't use it at all. Simply put, an ordinary person who has never practiced and he can control a battle with the same effect, basically all operations rely on consciousness.

Chu Dong beat the opponent to the ground again and again with the huge sword, and each time he stood aside to give him enough time to recover. Gradually, the flames on his body began to weaken, and his skin changed from bright red to dark brown.

The repeated attacks made him weaker and weaker, and Chu Dong felt that he might collapse at any time.

Chu Dong retracted the giant sword and stood it by his side, and said in a strange tone: "You seem to have reached your limit."

The man half knelt on the ground and his chest heaved violently, "Isn't it obvious enough? It's you instead. Why is it getting easier the more you fight? The real body of ghosts and gods obviously costs a lot. Who are you?"

"Since that's the case, why don't you remove this costly ability, let's talk, as a token, let me go first."

As soon as the words fell, the mecha on Chu Dong's body suddenly dissipated and disappeared, but the huge sword next to him was still stuck on the ground. Chi Nan gasped heavily, and finally lowered his head helplessly, and gradually returned to his original appearance.

However, he has also changed from his thirty-year-old appearance to an old man in his twilight years, and he is very overdrawn.

The reason why he didn't kill anyone was because Chu Dong found that it was difficult to fully analyze the operation principle of this set of ghosts and gods by fighting alone. It is very complicated and far more mysterious than those ordinary skills that invoke the power of consciousness. If the other party is not willing to cooperate, He couldn't reproduce it even if he typed it all day.

Chu Dong stretched out his hand to the man, and said with a smile, "What's your name, can we chat now? If you want to live."

"Wan Tiancheng."

Wan Tiancheng didn't grab Chu Dong's hand, but staggered up by himself.

Chu Dong took a look at the entrance of the temple while he was breathing. The statue of Fujiyu was doused with a pot of black blood from the top of his head, and the stench was unbearable.

He looked back at Wan Tiancheng, and before he could even speak, he took the initiative to say: "The filthy blood can temporarily seal all the power of ghosts and gods."

"Who sent you here?"

"General Red Fire, the temple I serve, he ordered us to pour dirty blood on the bronze goddess and seal it for three days."

Judging from the time of their seal, it happened to be the time when Chu Dong ascended the Sin Sin Mountain. The timing was very coincidental, but Wan Tiancheng's operations were all commanded by General Chihuo. Whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, he really couldn't tell. .

"How to deal with this thing?"

Wan Tiancheng sighed, and simply sat down on the ground. Even standing on his broken body was a burden. He said with a wry smile: "It can only be washed away with the blood of the inheritor. In Nightmare Ghost Mountain, blood represents time." , you also know how precious that thing is, you, "

Wan Tiancheng looked in the direction of the temple in disbelief, because he saw that Chu Dong had already jumped on the statue and cut his wrist, and the blood flowed down like he didn't want money. For Chu Dong, the time is No money, he can go back to the furnace to recharge at any time.

As a large amount of blood washed away, the statue covered by the blood was restored to its original appearance, the candles in the temple ignited spontaneously without fire, and the surrounding black mist completely faded away.

Wan Tiancheng asked incredulously beside him: "Why do you have so much soul power, obviously only sixth level, after fighting with me for so long, not only did you not feel tired, but you also became rich?"

Chu Dong smiled and said nothing, how could he tell this kind of secret to others.

Even if Chu Dong himself has more than 300 days, it is not enough for him to play like this. The most fundamental reason is that he left some quantum mechs in the furnace so that the brain can pressurize and recharge him at any time. It is using the battery, and he has been plugged in all the time, so he is not on the same starting line at all.

After being washed away, the statue of Fujiyu reappeared in front of him, his face looked a little pale, but everything else was fine.

Chu Dong immediately asked: "What's going on, why did you lose contact when I just went up the mountain?"

Bu Eryu shook his head solemnly, "I don't know, this kind of thing has never happened before. As soon as you set foot on the sinful mountain, they rushed in. I wanted to take action, but there was too much dirty blood .”

These filthy blood are actually highly concentrated black mist, which is the malice in the Nightmare Ghost Mountain. It has a strong restraint effect on all temples. Take the shot, everything would have been messed up long ago.

Chu Dong interrogated Wan Tiancheng for a few more words, and he found that this person actually didn't know much, and his talent was not as good as he imagined. He could even name a ghost and god, and all other skills were hip-stretching. .

All skills take time to buy. In theory, it should be to keep buying skills, keep strengthening yourself, and go to the end to buy weapons. However, there are only seven heavy weapons in the weapon shop. They are not practicing, but competing. So Wan Tiancheng chose another path.

He gained strength by means of forbidden techniques, and only bought the most necessary skills for fighting. He was constantly overdrawing, overdrawing, using his life to fight for speed, and finally saved enough time to buy that weapon.

After getting the weapon, the real body of ghosts and gods is standard equipment, and can obtain the most original power of the ghosts and gods they serve, but after using this power, the price is irreversible, even if you go to the cafeteria to eat those disgusting things, it will not help.

Chu Dong was really interested in this kind of power, it was so strong that he felt the pressure.

He walked up to Wan Tiancheng and wanted to pick up the weapon, but it weighed ten thousand pounds, let alone fighting, it was difficult to pick it up, obviously these weapons belonged to their owners.

Wan Tiancheng said weakly at the side: "Don't bother, no one can afford it except me. After I die, he will return to the weapon shop and wait for the next owner."

Chu Dong turned his head and glanced at Bueryu, and she nodded slightly to express her affirmation.

"Is there no way to get it?"

Wan Tiancheng said weakly: "Of course, as long as you buy it, it's that simple."

Chu Dong felt Wan Tiancheng's aura carefully. He only has an eighth-level aura. Theoretically, the time he can hold it is only more than 600 days. It doesn't look like he can afford the ultimate weapon at all.

After hearing Chu Dong's question, Bueryu and Wan Tiancheng looked at Chu Dong strangely, and hesitated to speak.

Wan Tiancheng said with a confused face: "Of course time must be saved, just store it in your heritage, why would you ask such, such a common-sense question?"

He should have told Chu Dong that these ancient dreams were dead, so naturally he didn't know enough, but this was good news for him.

He looked at Fujiyu, and asked tentatively: "According to my current level, if I buy your weapon, do you think there will be any problems?"

"Of course not, the premise is that you have enough time, but even if you unblock all the power, it's still not enough? Didn't we have discussed it before, we have to unblock it first, and then consider the matter of weapons?"

Chu Dong was speechless, "If I had known that the time could be saved, I would not have to unseal it at all. Let me ask one more question, can I buy other people's weapons besides yours? Will I mess with it if I buy it? Room full?"

Gu Meng shook her head with an indescribably strange expression.

"Of course not. As long as you have money, the haunted house will not interfere with you, but if you buy other people's weapons, there is no discount, but the price is sky-high."

Chu Dong smiled slightly with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not short of money."

Since one can experience the real body of ghosts and gods after obtaining a weapon, Chu Dong naturally has no need to waste time on Wan Tiancheng, just buy it directly, but he did not let the tiger go back to the mountain, but tied him up in the temple, and he died General Chihuo would know right away that it would be best to be trapped like this.

Chu Dong rested in the temple all day, mainly to digest the malice in his body.

The next day, he returned to Howling Valley alone. The first stop was naturally the weapon shop. As soon as he entered, he found that there were six remaining weapons. Logically speaking, this should be four, which means that the last Those who bought the two weapons first all died.

After getting the weapons, they should have swept away, but they all died. Now Wan Tiancheng can't live for a few days. Does that mean that those who got these weapons will have a bad end?

But Chu Dong didn't care about the danger, he went to the counter and knocked on the table, pointed to the bronze nail beside him and said, "I want that."

The monster on the counter remained unmoved until Chu Dong pushed his ring over. It had been stored in it for a full ten years. To him, it was just a matter of opening a melting pot of virtual soldiers.

The monster turned its head and knocked on the wall, and saw a door appeared out of nowhere on the dark wall, and a man in his sixties came out of it. He was dressed in a simple silk dress, with a burly figure and a mouth full of Holding a pipe, he has never seen anyone smoking in the four countries, let alone a pipe, should such a thing really exist?

He took a deep breath with the pipe, his face full of timidity, but the smoke he exhaled actually had a ferocious human face constantly struggling.

"Do you want to buy weapons, kid? The qualifications are enough. Unexpectedly, the inheritor recognized by the Bronze Empress is a man. Her ghost and god real body can be used on you, which makes people look forward to it."

Chu Dong was a little surprised and said, "Are you the boss?"

"Of course, you don't think it's this stupid guy, right? It's just a puppet I made. It's rare to see a client as rich as you."

While speaking, he pushed the nails of the Bronze Empress to Chu Dong's face. It looked a bit aged, cold to the touch, and its shape could be changed freely. With a thought, it turned back into a ring.

After accepting the ring, Chu Dong asked again, "What's the name of the boss?"

"Want to talk? I'm not stupid. Talk to me, but you have to pay for it."

Chu Dong took out another ring, which still stored ten years of time, and he pushed it over with a smile, "Boss, please let me know how much you need."

Surprise appeared in the man's eyes, and he tapped the ring lightly with his palm, knowing it in his heart.

"Just call me Laobai, what do you want to ask?"

Chu Dong tentatively asked, "Can you answer any question?"

"Of course, I know a lot more than you think."

"Why did the weapon that was replaced before come back? Is it because of some trap?"

Lao Bai sneered, he took a deep breath of the pipe and then puffed a puff of white smoke at Chu Dong, and said with a deep expression on his face: "It's not that there is a trap, it's that they went the wrong way, once they get these things, it means You have to face the real and dangerous side of Nightmare Ghost Mountain, rather than these hotbeds arranged outside that are suitable for your survival.

Of course, the hotbed I'm talking about is outside the Howling Dale, not the Howling Dale. "

Chu Dong asked strangely: "You call the outside a hotbed?"

"Isn't it? They're trapped there, waiting for you to kill them. You can prepare them in advance and gather in groups. You just need to kill them. Isn't this a hotbed?

After getting the ultimate weapon, you can see the real Nightmare Ghost Mountain. At that time, if the strength is not enough, death is only a matter of time, and it is meaningless to pursue speed to get the weapon. "

Chu Dong nodded, then changed the subject and said, "Is the Bronze Empress inferior to the other ghosts and gods?"

"Bad? How could she be inferior? That guy is a top existence. Compared with the bronze lady, the others are still a few lines behind. As long as you can accept her special weapon, you will not be inferior to anyone."

The boss was sitting by the counter, chatting with Chu Dong while smoking a cigarette, every time he answered a question, he would take part of the time from the ring, which was very pleasant.

Chu Dong suddenly asked: "What is the relationship between the Bronze Empress and Maitreya?"

Lao Bai's body trembled, and the pipe almost fell off.

"How do you know this? Don't mess with it. You can't know these questions casually. Take your things and leave. I will give you some advice. You are too weak. Fortunately, you have enough time and spend most of your time in Howling Valley. Strengthen yourself."

Just as Lao Bai was about to turn around and leave, Chu Dong stretched out his hand and threw five rings on the counter.

"Answer me, I bought all these weapons, and the remaining money will be used to buy your answer."

Lao Bai paused, looked back at the rings, his whole body froze, he had never seen anyone so rich.

He swallowed, and calmly put the ring that Chu Dong bought for the bronze nails into his bosom, there were about five years left there.

"Well, heroes don't ask where they come from, and money doesn't ask where it came from. In Howling Valley, as long as you have money, you are the master."

The next second, the door of the weapon shop was closed, and then he said, "Come on, let's have a good chat."