Doomsday Pavilion

Under the green of the palm of the potted plant, the mask became softer.

"The breath of these fern woods is long and ancient. It's strange that the cataclysm is only two hundred years old, but they seem to have survived for tens of thousands of years. It makes no sense? I want to see them..."

"Boom."

A shock wave spreads in a ring shape, pushing the potted plant away from the mask.

"They... resist me!"

The face of the potted plant was filled with surprise and incredible.

"Can plants without self-awareness resist the natural affinity of my magic commander?"

Lin Sorrow said,

"Otherwise, are you still going to reason with these ferns and let them let go of the big tiger by themselves?"

Lin Chou let out a sigh of relief in the palm of his hand, eagerly grasping the convenient shovel.

"Ha, people are mortal, and some people need a little help."

Looking badly at the winged tiger in the mask,

"Of course it also includes tigers."

"Hey!"

As if it caused a chain reaction, the dazzling electric light was winding around the surface of the spherical shield and making an unpleasant creaking sound.

"Ha, is it easy to make some hard money?"

"Hey!"

After more than a dozen shoveling down, cracks appeared on the ground, and the thin layer of mask seemed to be shaky, but in fact there was no change.

"I still don't believe in this evil!"

Lin Chou's tiger's mouth was a little cracked, and he gasped with hatred.

"It's a break, it's a break...tired..."

When the six eyes were staring at the mask in a daze, a dumb and cute guinea fowl cried and walked from another direction.

Just squinted at the three arrogantly, and no longer cared them.

This is obviously a very story-telling guinea fowl. One side of the guinea fowl has its wings crookedly dragged on the ground, and the feathers on its breast and tail are gone. There is simply a ring of teeth on the tip of its bare tail. The ghost knows what it has gone through. .

But this is obviously the overlord of a guinea fowl, even if he is seriously injured, he is arrogant and majestic, and his body exudes a genuine first-order aura.

The guinea fowl staggered under a fern tree and fell into the huge leaf, blood flowing from the tip of its buttocks.

"Cuckoo."

It pecked the dark green leaves weakly, and then ate the leaves into its stomach.

"Om."

The ripples condensed by circles of light gradually bloomed around it, and soon a spherical mask with a diameter of half a meter was formed, and the "root system" began to grow, linking with the fern tree.

"Fuck?"

Shen Feng widened his bull's eyes, "This, this thing... isn't it poisonous?"

After the body of the guinea fowl was completely covered by the spherical mask, it slowly floated up and remained motionless in the air. It gradually closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep like the winged tiger.

Feathers fell off the body and turned into fly ash, and those wounds stopped bleeding and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is the principle, part-time doctor?"

The guinea fowl had a small aperture, which was convenient for observation, so the three people gathered around and watched intently.

The light veins connected to the light spheres flash and disappear with the rhythm of the guinea fowl's breathing, and it seems that some kind of energy is transmitted into its body.

Lin Chou touched the surrounding veins with his hands, but it did not have the substance like a mask, but directly passed through it and was no different from the air.

"strangeness."

Lin Chou murmured.

After the guinea fowl's wound has completely recovered, its feathers have completely fallen off and there is no one left, and it is very bald...

Well, with this color and meat quality, Lin Chou can see at a glance that it is more than three to five times better than the zero-order guinea fowl he often uses.

"Click."

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were torn severely or a balloon was suddenly stuffed into the belly of a guinea fowl. Its ribs suddenly bulged, and the joints of bones were obviously dislocated and out of joint.

"Click, click."

The bones kept crackling, and the guinea fowl was more like a white striped chicken that had been processed on Lin Chou's chopping board at this moment. The shape was what it was in. All the bones in the body were misplaced and swelled into a ridiculous ball.

The slender hairs stick out and grow from the pores, and within a short while, the guinea fowl is completely covered by new hairs.

Subsequently, its chicken claws swelled rapidly, and the sharp toenails collapsed from above. The longer and thicker the claws approached each other. The newly-born toenails were bluish-black, covering almost the entire instep.

Under the astonished gaze of the three of them, a pair of chicken feet abruptly grew into "chicken hoofs".

At the same time, its head also began to change. The bones became wider from the center of the eyebrows, a pair of high-protruding cheekbones, the cockscomb beak fell off at the same time, the mouth split, and sharp teeth protruded from the mouth.

A melon seed face turned into a mahjong tile in a blink of an eye, very square and square.

The more Shen Feng looked, the more he felt an inexplicable chill rushing back to his head.

"How is it like... the head of a dinosaur?"

Potted plant and look at the winged tiger next to it, and then look at the guinea fowl in front of you.

"Is it a return to the ancestors."

Shen Feng refers to the guinea fowl that is still changing,

"There is such a direct return to ancestors in the history of biology?"

Bonsai asked rhetorically,

"Is there a cataclysmic period, an era of origin in the history of biology?"

Shen Feng was speechless,

"Does that tiger's wings come from that way? These ferns...if they are also useful for evolutionary..."

The potted plant said with a smile,

"You can try, just as if you have dedicated yourself to humans, maybe you can become a six-eared macaque."

The ancestors of human beings are said to be monkeys?

Shen Feng shuddered when he thought of this.

"But why can they have contact with these trees, but we have no reaction at all, is it because they ate the leaves?"

Lin Sorrow said,

"I think it may be the cause of the injury and bleeding. Look at the ground under the feet of the winged tiger."

Shen Feng took a closer look and saw that a small piece of land soaked in blood was found under the saber-toothed tiger's claws.

And when it fought Lin Chou, its paw was not injured at all, and it did not shed a drop of blood-it was obvious how the wound came from.

While the three of them were still talking, above the endless haze, there was a huge cloud vortex where snowflakes fell.

The dim yellow clouds condensed like ink slowly rotating, and endless snowflakes drifted down from the center of the vortex.

Finally, the vortex completely solidified and dissipated.

"The snow has stopped."

The potted plant raised his hand to take a piece of snowflakes and looked upwards.

"It seems to stop..."

Shen Feng rubbed his eyes,

"Am I poisoned too?"

The light and shadow of the fern forest covering the sky and the sun is changing, and ripples like water waves, like flowers and moon in the mirror, close at hand but very far away, giving people a clear sense of visual dislocation.

Lin Chou stretched out his hand and touched it, and his arm went straight through the thick fern tree trunk.

"Boom."

There was a sound similar to the bursting of soap bubbles in the void.

Everything was disillusioned, and the fern forest disappeared completely.

Shen Feng opened his mouth wide, looking at the empty grassland, his apple squirming,

"Fuck, fuck."

Shen Feng and Lin Chou looked at each other,

"not good..."

The two turned and rushed in the direction they came.

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