Those drops of magma, I only hid 80%, the remaining 20%, like a bullet through my body.

Not exactly... these magmas are more lethal than bullets, and the old gas of the body does not work for them at all, including the fact that when the body repairs itself, it is very slow, and it seems that the damage caused to me by these magma is not as simple as it seems.

But at this time, the roar of the Nine-Fantastic God also came, and the tension mixed with the tone of fear did not seem to be pretended.

“Stop it, stop me!”

When I heard this, I slowed down and looked back.

The nine-powded god is still running towards me, and the evil son is chasing after him, constantly looking for opportunities to chop it with a knife, but like the situation I encountered before, the knife can not touch the nine bacon gods, which can't cause harm.

“What the fuck is going on?”

I gritted my teeth and didn’t hesitate to turn around and run.

At this time, the roar of the Nine-Fantied God became more and more desperate, as if to see the end of his own, and almost prayed to me, “Stop!

When I heard his screams, I kept thinking.

Are the Nine-Frutal God Really Afraid or False?The lava before... If I hadn’t run a little slower, then two or three steps faster, the magma that had splashed out would have burned me, or at least burn my flesh.

Without the Nine Wanderers here, it would not matter if the Nine Wanderers had been burned in the flesh, the big deal was to recover more slowly, but the present situation would not allow me to encounter such a setback.

If I really let those magma destroy my 80-year-old flesh, the Nine Wators will never be polite, and I will be able to eat all the rest of me.

It is true that I can continue to restore my body in the outside world, but whether I can restore it in the belly of the Ninefold God... this is an unknown.

Just as I pondered these things in my mind, not far away in the darkness, there was an object that could reflective of the metal-like, quietly shrinking in the corner, and seemed to be afraid of being found in general, hiding in a very secret.

If I hadn’t been shaved while I was running, I don’t think I’d have seen the thing close.

I thought it was a metal object, but when I looked up, I found that it was a small sculpture, which seemed to be jade texture, and looked translucent.

What excites me most is the look of this sculpture.

That is a reduced version of the nine-pronged god, whether it is the outline of the body or the details of the face, are no different from the Nine-Kazah God's body.

I didn't dare to think much, so I squatted down to pick up the statue and almost yelled out at the nine mites.

“If your mother dared to come!”I ruined the statue!”

This sentence is still very full of the lethality of the Ninefold God, the voice has just dropped, the Nine-Fantrim God has stopped walking, his body is constantly trembling, and the voice of the speech is trembling: "You... you put my body down first..."

“Is this your body?”I had no idea that the sculpture was so connected with the Ninefold God: “What about your flesh?”How come only the soul?”

“My body was borrowed by the true God...it said that the star gate needs strong flesh and blood as a carrier... otherwise it is difficult to open...” The nine thorns trembled, and there was no need to ask much, and said everything I wanted to know to themselves: “Wait for the true God to come down...my body will also be recast...”

“So... your soul has been living in this statue?”I looked at the nine buds with amusedness, and I just thought the monster was stupid: "Why do you carry it with you?"Or are you not going to leave it?”

“This is God’s will.”Nine jasmine said, and the tone became confused: "I once thought ... to hide this soul carrier ... but the true God let me carry it with me..."

I was surprised to get this answer.

Is it a fool to give the nine gods an idea, or should it be said that the person has no brain?

Is it not fun to carry your own problems with you?

I looked at the statue in my hand, looked up at the nine-pronged god, and asked him, “If this thing is destroyed, you will die, is that so?”

The nine-pronged god did not dare to say a word, and the expression on his face should be afraid, and the fear made it completely quiet, and his body trembled continuously.

“Actually, I’m curious, if you really kill it, you’re dead, and it feels like a dream...” I muttered to myself, “That’s too easy, isn’t it?”

With that, I raised my hand, made all my strength, and directly threw the sculpture in my hand on the ground.

At that moment, the nine-pumped god had the action of pouncement, but before it could successfully salvage itself, the sculpture I fell to the ground was cracked, like a broken egg, and it fell into countless fragments.

It was also at this time that I found that the interior of the statue was hollow, and there were many dark black mucus all over it, which seemed to play a role in filling.

When I bowed my head and studied the statue with great interest, the wailing of the Nine Gods also sounded, and together with the darkness that enveloped us, it turned into nothing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

To be honest, I thought I was dreaming.

Whether it is an enemy or a thing, be careful of the old teachings everywhere... how can such a big leak appear in the nine bacon gods?

“Where are we?”

The sound of the evil son's doubts made me go back to God in an instant.

When I saw it, our position was no longer in the woods, but on a platform full of wildflowers and weeds.

It should be close to a platform at the top of the mountain, there is a football field, the ground wildflowers and weeds are also varieties I have never seen, all with a color similar to fluorescence, there are some vague halo.

I don't know if I will emit light or reflect the light, and it is very subtle to look at it.

But I have to say that in this place, smelling the light and natural smell of the air, my mood also calmed down, not as nervous as before.

I am in the position of the evil son, is on the edge of this platform, close to this side of the mountain, is the entrance of the platform, and at the end of the platform, is a stone built of irregular stone pile, side inserted something similar to the soul, but the picture painted on it looks at the eyes.

"Here you are."

Hearing this familiar voice, I couldn't help but make a cold trembling, feeling that the backbone was cold, and an indescribable sense of danger enveloped me in an instant.

“Master in self . . . how are you here . . . how are you here . . . . . I objected to a calm question, folded my head, and looked at the other edge of the platform.

There was no one there before, I’m sure.

But I don't know when it started, and there was a blurry figure there.

His voice was absolutely right, but his body looked very vague, as if he were covered by a layer of fog.

"You're all right."The teacher did not answer my point, and said to himself, "You are not injured, you are not dead, this is very good, I need you."

Hearing this, I suddenly thought of something, and there was no sign of a bold speculation.

“Nine-fangled God... that thing you let out on your own?”I rolled my eyes and looked at the man incredulously: “Its soul carrier, is it also what you deliberately put in there?”

"It's what it's put on its own, it has nothing to do with me, I just convey some true will."

When the teacher smiled, when he spoke to me, his tone was very natural, like old friends, and he could not feel that we were both enemies who were endless.

“What about the others?”I frowned and looked at him Vigilantly: “Did you deliberately bring me here?

The self-master shook his head, did not answer the question, and instead raised his foot and walked slowly toward the stone pile on the edge of the platform.

In the process, his voice came unhurriedly.

"I'll let them die here, but you... you have other meanings to me, so you can't die."