Wang Yan hated this monster so much that his teeth itched with hatred, and he was also extremely afraid of it.

If it escapes, the fun will be great.

Once the extremely terrifying stench spreads, it can easily destroy a city.

The stench is not a simple sensory stimulation, but penetrates deep into the soul.

Wang Yan has a soul barrier and will be immune to all attacks that are not higher than his soul strength limit.

Therefore, when fighting the monster, Wang Yan only felt smelly and had no physical or spiritual reactions such as dizziness or nausea.

He took out a large storage bag from the contract space and poured out dozens of small storage bags.

Wang Yan put the sealed monsters in like matryoshka dolls, one after another, and it took him a full thirty to finally feel relieved.

"What a shame! If you stink like this, I'm afraid you are retaliating against society!"

Wang Yan muttered, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

What would happen if you threw out the storage bag containing the monster during a fierce battle with the enemy?

I'm afraid it will make the monster disgusting and scold him!

The battle behind us is still going on, and it looks like it won't end for a while.

And as the battle continues to stalemate, their purpose has changed from trying to survive to dragging the enemy to death together.

The battle between tank and tank is so painful!

It hurts the one who hits him, and it also hurts the one who sees him.

There is no use at all except torturing each other.

Wang Yan continued to walk forward and soon encountered a monster again.

Without the option of fighting it head-on, Wang Yan used his sealing technique while wandering around, sealing it and stuffing it into his storage bag.

"What on earth are the Permanent faction doing? Creating so many shit monsters?"

Wang Yan frowned.

After many battles, although the stench is still unpleasant, it is not so unbearable.

As the saying goes, if you enter a house with abalone, you will smell it for a long time without realizing its smell. If you enter a room with orchids, you will not smell its fragrance for a long time.

Whether it's smelly or fragrant, once you get used to smelling it, you won't notice it anymore.

This is not because there is a problem with the sense of smell, but because the brain blocks these harmful perceptions on its own.

At this time, Wang Yan had no brain. His soul took over the functions of the brain and was more useful than the brain.

To put it bluntly, even if Wang Yan's brain is destroyed, he can still seize the body with his powerful soul.

It's just that due to the problem of compatibility, the soul and body will conflict with each other, constantly consuming the power of both.

Either the soul bursts the body, or the body crushes the soul.

Of course, it is also possible that both sides suffer losses.

The soul and body complement each other. The more perfect the fit, the higher the growth limit.

As the saying goes, if the lonely yin does not last long, the lonely yang will hardly grow.

Yin and Yang do not represent simple yin and yang energy, but also have good and bad, positive and negative meanings.

Without the support of the physical body, the strength of the soul will continue to overflow before it reaches a certain level.

Without the control of the soul, the body is just a piece of rotten flesh.

Either it will devour and proliferate like the goddess of the night, or it will slowly decay.

Wang Yan has never been able to determine whether he is a pure soul body or whether he has a physical body.

But it doesn’t matter, life has to pass, and there’s no need to think about it if you can’t figure it out.

The Permanent Sect's base is located on the top of a mountain. It is not as hidden as the Phoenix Sect, nor is it as intimidating as the Flying Dove Sect.

It's ordinary, it looks like an old palace.

Turning his head and looking at the cyclists and shit monsters who were fighting fiercely behind him, Wang Yan took out his spicy sword and stepped onto the bluestone steps.

After defeating himself and successfully advancing to level ten, Wang Yan's strength began to improve by leaps and bounds.

Especially sealing the spicy sword into his body made him advance rapidly.

At this moment, Wang Yan's power has even surpassed that of Jin Zi, and only Xiao Qing can overpower him.

We walked all the way to the top of the mountain without encountering any obstacles, not even traps.

It was like the calm before the storm. The more this happened, the more cautious Wang Yan became.

Crunch!

The closed door opened on its own, and the lights started on at the same time.

The bright light illuminated the hall as if it were daytime, and everything inside was visible.

There are no densely packed monsters or various machines.

The only person who appeared in Wang Yan's sight was one person.

Wearing a white coat and rubber gloves.

Gentle and elegant.

"Humans? Did you succeed?"

Wang Yan's brows twisted into a big knot.

This person is in a very bad state, like a large ball of soft cotton that has been squeezed into a human shape and may fall apart at any time.

In addition, his soul state is also very poor.

It was full of cracks, like shattered tempered glass, and had even turned into powder in many places.

"We succeeded, but we also failed!"

The human being dressed as a doctor had no expression on his face and seemed to be saying something insignificant.

He has lived in the form of a robot for hundreds of years. Even if he transforms back into a human being, the emotional fluctuations of carbon-based creatures have long since disappeared.

"The Yin-Yang Armillary Sphere comes from a powerful existence beyond the gods, and we cannot spy on it. Even if the Yin-Yang Qi is extracted through various means, it can only be barely activated. As for control, it is simply impossible."

The doctor looked at Wang Yan, and suddenly there was a wave of confusion in his calm eyes.

"The Yin-Yang Armillary Sphere is inside, and you can see it as long as you keep walking. But you have to pay attention, you are not the only one who is spying on it. I am going to die soon, and it is coming too."

The doctor raised his head and looked into the distance.

Wang Yan followed its gaze and found a black spot approaching quickly.

"Machine Emperor!"

Wang Yan's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but feel upset secretly.

He found that he was still too careless and didn't even know when the projection of the Mechanical Emperor disappeared.

The Machine Emperor is a half-mechanical, half-god monster that was born from the strength and faith of many Flying Pigeon cyclists.

I don’t know whether it was disguised too well, or Wang Yan was influenced by something, and he actually thought that the other party really wanted to save the Flying Pigeon Cyclists wholeheartedly.

Gods are gods and they never care about the life and death of humans.

Even if they are born because of humans, even if there are no humans, they will continue to weaken and even die.

This is true for the Ice God and Fire God in the Black Ice Realm, and the Lord of the Red Sun in the Deep Demon Abyss.

"Thanks to the spicy sword for swallowing the fragments of the Lord of the Red Sun's godhead, otherwise I might have been in trouble this time!"

Wang Yan's eyes were determined. He had long wanted to test how powerful the power of the gods was.

The Machine Emperor was very fast and arrived in front of the main hall in less than five breaths.

About three meters high, it looks like a smaller version of Optimus Prime.

Although he is not big, his aura is extremely terrifying.

According to a rough judgment, it was actually a bit stronger than the Japanese samurai puppy and stupid wolf that I met earlier.

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