Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

"This is a secret, by the way, is there paper in this scripture cabinet?" Meng Qing asked again.

"Paper? There may not be many exercises in this Tibetan scripture pavilion, but I don't lack paper for this thing, and I used to come to paint when I was fine. Luo Zheng said with a smile.

The two of them went one after the other, and the pace was fast.

Meng Qing in the back asked curiously, "You still paint?" What do you usually draw?

Luo Zheng, who had already pushed a closed door open halfway, seemed to remember something, his face changed wildly, and he was about to close the door in front of him, but Meng Qing, who had sensed the clue, pushed it open.

At a glance, this place of no less than hundreds of square meters is actually hung with Spring Palace maps!

His face turned a little stiff:

"This is what you said you like to draw?" Are these things drawn?

Luo Zheng experienced the initial embarrassment, stepped forward a few steps, and said very frankly:

"What happened to the Spring Palace Diagram?" What happened to my drawing of the Spring Palace? Didn't you see the Spring Palace picture when you were a child? Wouldn't it be good to burn it after reading it.

Meng Qing pondered slightly, and then gave a thumbs up:

"I really didn't when I was a child, I admit that I underestimated you before, worthy of being the descendant of the true god, really a toad day frog, an ugly flower."

Luo Zheng's eyes widened, and he said dissatisfied: "Why are you still scolding people?" The

two worked together to remove all the papers here, and Luo Zheng was still persistently asking, but Meng Qing never said what he planned to do.

The two of them went all the way to the south of the city, which was very close to where Meng Qing first entered the underground world, they entered a seemingly ordinary building, and when they got underground, he found that this was actually a prison!

The guards guarding the town stepped forward for routine interrogation, and Luo Zheng explained:

"This is their duty, although I told my grandfather about this, after all, Wu Kou is not my grandfather alone, and I must ensure that there is no problem."

Meng Qing expressed understanding.

When he walked five miles further inside, Luo Zheng handed him a token:

"This is my grandfather's token, as long as it is not too excessive order, the guards in this will obey, of course, this is also the credit of Grandpa Hei, if an outsider makes this request, we will categorically not agree."

Meng Qing nodded, took the token and went into the depths of the prison alone.

Two figures whose whole body was wrapped in Xuan Tie, except for their eyes, walked over, and said briefly and forcefully:

"I have seen Lord Meng, if there is an order, the Lord will not hesitate to give it."

"How many more people are in this prison with full hands?" Meng Qing is not nonsense, for him now, time is everything.

"Three hundred and forty-seven." A guard quickly gave an answer.

"Help me find a cell with good lighting and tables and chairs, and bring seven prisoners first." Meng Qingdao.

One turned around and trotted away, while Meng Qing was taken to the other side.

Not long after, seven prisoners were brought, these people were all at the level of the new pseudo-gods, lacking aura, thin and dirty, the whole body revealed violence and malice, the eyes were gray and godless, but faintly revealed a fierce temper that no one dared to look at!

"You guys are guarding the door, you can monitor here, and if you think it's wrong, you can come in and check." Meng Qing said bluntly.

The two guards were not surprised, they simply did so neatly, their divine soul power did not stay here, but Meng Qing could sense that they were in a state of high tension, if he was attacked by these people, the two would rush at the first time.

Meng Qing's eyes appeared gray, and a large net quietly bloomed on the top floor of the room, a total of nine milli rays of light were located in various positions of the large net, including the two guards outside.

He pointed to seven of them and gave them some instructions.

The seven people standing outside the room moved silently, and each found a table and chair to sit down.

Meng Qing took out seven bamboo tablets and paper, distributed them separately, and another instruction, and the seven figures seemed to have received instructions from a machine, holding a pen to copy the exercises on the bamboo tablet.

It's all weird and harmonious.

Some people sensed that something was wrong, and they wanted to throw away the paper and pen in their hands, but their hands seemed to belong to them, and they were just frantically copying.

This feeling is very terrifying, as if there is an extra consciousness in the body!

Some people tried all kinds of methods, but neither the aura nor the divine soul could play any role, and they couldn't even blink and open their mouths to make their own decisions!

This feeling drives them crazy!

Meng Qing estimated the capacity of the large net above, and said to the two guards outside the door:

"Bring another hundred prisoners."

The two immediately said, "Yes." The

little lady shouted, "How the hell did these two get trained?" Can you maintain a high level of mental concentration at any time? Aren't you afraid that your brain won't turn or you're confused? "

During this period of time when Fang Cai Meng Qing was busy, it was observing the two guards outside, but they didn't even have the slightest distraction, and they could even go to carry out Meng Qing's orders immediately, which was very terrifying.

Meng Qing said lightly:

"If you don't do this, you can only die, and you can also train yourself like this."

During this period of time, he also learned a lot of secrets from various channels in Wukou, such as these guards, who used to be homeless homeless homeless teenagers or miners who escaped from the mines, and came to Wukou in pursuit of a better life.

But Wukou is not a charity, they don't feed idlers!

Over time, those who can stay are elite.

A hundred prisoners were brought again.

The two guards retreated again.

Some prisoners were puzzled and kicked the other people who were copying quickly: "Why are you like a schoolboy who was punished?" Hey, hey, to answer my question, did this guy tell you to do this? Those

people were controlled by the pupil technique and couldn't answer, just lowered their heads and transcribed.

A few cultivators who were in the False God Perfection shouted:

"Boy, I don't know where you have the courage to face so many of us alone when you first enter the False God? Did you know that killing you doesn't require all of us to punch? The

others stirred along with them.

The two guards appeared outside the door, their breath constantly condensed, and the spears in their hands were clenched, ready to strike at any time.

Meng Qing signaled that the two did not need to be nervous, and then moved a light on the large net and gave the order.

Syllable!

A crisp sound came out, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

Everyone looked, but found that the person who was shouting had actually stretched out his hand and slapped himself!

His eyes were round and filled with disbelief.

Without waiting for him to react, he raised his other hand again and slapped himself again.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing with yourself? Another shouted.

Snap!

There were slaps one after another, and it was Fang Cai who shouted together.

Not only that, they all walked out of the crowd in tacit agreement, stood on both sides, and quickly and vigorously slapped themselves.

The force of their attack was extremely heavy, and everyone's face was full of shock and disbelief, but the action did not stop at all.

All this is strange everywhere, but everyone present feels a harmony.

Everyone looked at Meng Qing, and they gave birth to a terrible conjecture.

"Now you have two choices, first, to join these people who are copying, and second, to join these people who are standing nearby." Meng Qing spoke.