Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The morning in the woods has a moist and vibrant fragrance, and the thin mist softens the overly bright green.

Klein was like a cheetah crossing the territory of other wild beasts, with his mind and muscles tensed, and he didn't want to waste a second to move forward quickly. Such a fresh morning didn't make him feel happy at all.

A half-yellow and half-green leaf naturally fell off from a tall tree, and suddenly stuck to Klein's nose and mouth without warning. All the objects around seemed to be ordered to attack Klein crazily.

Without the slightest hesitation, Klein stuck his right hand into his pocket, and his body suddenly collapsed into a thin piece. When he appeared not far from the side, the silver-white harmonica was already in his hand.

Klein immediately raised his arm and brought the harmonica to his mouth, but the paper in his pocket flew up faster and stuck to it before the owner opened his mouth. At the same time, his coat shrank inward, and countless emerald green leaves Like a sharp blade cutting through the air, it strikes at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, Klein had already snapped his fingers with his left hand. The moment the flames rose up and engulfed Klein, he suddenly jumped sideways and brought his right hand closer to his mouth.

The long-range attack was just to stop the target. At this time, the old man like a withered tree appeared in Klein's sight, and that withered figure was also reflected in Klein's dark brown eyes.

Klein only felt that a bucket of ice water was suddenly poured down his head, and he lost control of his body. In an instant, he had already predicted his end, and died of a broken neck.

I just don't know how the Rose School of Thought will deal with their own corpses. They probably won't even have the chance to uncover the coffin, and they will definitely not bury themselves properly.

Although a bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, he did not give up on himself and wait for death. He was still desperately manipulating Gilchies on the edge of 100 meters to impact the spirit of the old man, hoping to find a crack and plant the seeds. He believed that the indulgent demigods of the Rose School of Thought, no matter how silent and dead on the outside, should be full of tyrannical desires in their hearts.

However, a second later, Klein was not killed. He immediately understood that the people of the Rose School of Thought wanted to seriously injure himself and capture him alive.

Miss Messenger finally walked out of the void, and two of his four blond-haired, red-eyed heads immediately flew towards Klein.

When Klein regained control of his body, Reinette and the withered old man had disappeared. Under the vision of the thread of the spirit body, the two groups of black threads moved quickly in all spaces, sometimes entangled and sometimes separated.

Just as Klein was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a thin dark green arrow suddenly appeared in his perception and shot towards him at such a high speed that he had no time to jump to avoid it. The glove on his left hand had always been flowing with a noble and strange brilliance. At this moment, he twisted it slightly, and the thin arrow that had come in front of him wiped the broken hair on his forehead, and inserted obliquely upwards into a thick tree trunk. The tall and lush tree suddenly withered as if it had encountered the magic of time, and the rot spread upwards and downwards from the position of the arrow, and the tree finally broke and fell overwhelmed.

However, the trees stared at Klein as if they had eyes, and Klein hurriedly dodged. A thin arrow that was faster than before suddenly appeared behind Klein's back. Before it could distort its target, the thin arrow pierced straight into his back.

The jacket that was left after the jacket was burned suddenly collapsed, and the corroded pieces of cloth flew to the ground reluctantly, revealing a yellow-brown sheepskin book that was fixed outside the inner shirt. The breath of withering and death irritated the book, and it made silver lightning flash from the cover, making a "sizzling" sound, clearing away all filthy power.

Klein grinned from the shock and trembled involuntarily.

At the same time, he also saw two groups of new black threads appear in the vision of the thread of the spirit body, and he immediately took out a delicate brass jewelry box from the abnormal shirt with many pockets.

Out of the corner of his eye, a man wearing a black clergyman's robe, who was also skinny like a zombie, approached. The dark and cold aura seemed to be real, entrenched around him, and the plants and trees he passed seemed tired.

Another demigod starts!

But Miss Messenger has already stumbled over the previous one!

To make matters worse, he just saw another black blob.

Damn it, if the Mother Tree of Desire should be so hungry and thirsty, the Rose School of Thought might come out in full force!

Before someone's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes again, Klein pierced the spiritual wall that sealed the jewelry box and opened its lid.

Pure, blazing, and dazzling light continuously emanated from the gem in the box, covering a large area around it in bright white light, and all the filth, corrosion, evil, and death auras were melted away. clean.

"what!"

There was a scream, and the third group of black threads just jumped into the light, and the resentful soul began to melt like hot butter. Deep sunken, with a frighteningly pale face, Senor struggled to move out of the light.

The dignified blood admiral had just joined the battle, and before he had released a single ability, he was seriously injured and on the verge of leaving the field.

"Humph!"

The zombie man stood on the edge of the Darkness and let out a disdainful snort. When he walked directly into the ocean of light, Klein suddenly felt severe pain all over his body. The person who was being burned by light and heat changed from a demigod of the Rose School of Thought to a demigod. Klein.

At this moment, Klein was even a little desperate, a little unwilling, and a little bit regretful.

"This place is forbidden to be the source of the curse!"

"Hey! Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Suddenly, the voice of the familiar hippie smile that he had missed for a long time sounded in his mind, and Klein's heart was suddenly filled with great joy.

"I've been watching you being beaten all the time, it's really miserable."

Joy is like a punctured balloon, puffing out, and anger is successfully lifted into the air.

The source of the curse disappeared, and Klein's pain eased. Enduring the remaining pain of being burned, he put away the brass box.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Why do you just watch and don't help? What if I accidentally die."

However, the Djinn could still pay attention to Klein's words while fighting, as if he was doing his job with ease.

"Then think about it, if the magic lamp was in your hand from the beginning, tell me, what would be the first thing you want to do when you see them?"

Klein was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Look, good book, let you use it as a breastplate. Have you considered Coshnam's idea? Have you considered Angleweed's idea?"

Klein quickly controlled the secret puppet who hadn't done anything to come closer. He looked around, trying to find the injured Senior.