Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

For a moment, Meng Chao felt that he was dead.

His soul came out of his body, and he could not feel the slightest pain, nor could he search his internal organs and limbs.

As if lying quietly at the bottom of a clear and warm stream, looking at the picture of my life, like crystal clear fragments, slowly flowing past my eyes.

He didn't quite remember where he was or what he was doing.

There is even a temporary loss of short-term memory of the past three to six months.

On the contrary, childhood memories that had long been buried in the depths of my mind resurfaced in a submarine volcanic eruption that was enough to make my brain boil.

He clearly "sees" himself at the age of six or seven, taking his sister Bai Jiacao, who is as round as a ball, to the ruins of the city after the fierce battle, to catch two-headed lizards, and then to fight lizards with his friends Scenes.

He even remembered that he once caught a two-headed lizard covered with silver lines from head to toe, which was as gorgeous as lightning, and defeated the three two-headed lizards and seven or eight mutated beetles of his friends in a row.

He was very excited to name this two-headed lizard "Silver Thunderbolt".

"Silver Thunderbolt...

"It seems that it has been many years and I have not thought of this name.

"Battle Lizard, it's really interesting, come on, who else dares to challenge me?

"Wait, no, where am I? I shouldn't be fighting lizards in this damn place. I still have a mission to complete!"

At the bottom of the clear stream, Meng Chao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Realize that you are dying.

Because of the crazy secretion of adrenaline, the brain cells were running to the limit in an instant, and I remembered many parts of my life that had been dusty for a long time, and I would never think of them until I was dying.

According to experts from the Dragon City Zombie Research Institute, after conducting research on countless patients who were infected with the zombie virus and were about to turn into corpses, they concluded that whenever the human body produces similar "memory flashbacks", it means that the body is sending a message to the brain. Signal: "It's hopeless, hurry up and explain the funeral!"

no!

I can still save it!

Meng Chao's consciousness was swimming upstream in the clear stream of memory flashbacks.

The doomsday flames were like the powerful tail flames ejected from a rocket propeller, pushing his soul that had just been blasted out of his body, and forcefully squeezed it back into his body.

Afterwards, Meng Chao felt the severe pain that could not be described in words, like the stormy waves rolled up by a fourth-level tsunami, constantly bombarding every cell in his body.

The totem battle armor seemed to be pasted with wet newspaper, and it couldn't offset the pain and destructive effect at all.

But this layer of paper armor seemed to weigh tens of thousands of tons, like an airtight iron coffin, firmly suppressing Meng Chao inside.

Meng Chao wanted to scream, but felt tears, snot, and blood gushing out like a flood gate.

Wanting to see clearly the surrounding environment and the location of the suspected founder of the Bloodhoof Clan, he felt his head inflated ten times, like a burning hot air balloon, his eyes were completely blocked by bruises, except in the dark Nothing could be seen beyond a field of madly jumping Venus.

After trying dozens of times, Meng Chao was able to barely raise his arm, cut two cuts under the swollen eye sockets, released blood, and cleared a long and narrow field of vision for his eyes.

Only then did he realize that he was sent flying at least several hundred meters by the "fist", and hit heavily on the bulkhead at the edge of the high platform. The bulkhead made of alloy knocked out a clearly visible "big"-shaped concave. pit.

I don't know if it's because he flew upside down too fast and rubbed against the ground at super high speed.

It was still the "fist" that contained a violent force that had nowhere to vent for three thousand years.

In short, Meng Chao saw a burning trail of spiritual flames, extending from his feet to hundreds of meters away, under the iron fist of "Fist".

No, not one, but two.

On Meng Chao's right hand side, "Jackal" Kanus also appeared in the shape of "big", which was deeply embedded in the sunken bulkhead.

The wolf king's totem armor was originally inlaid with shining, ruby-like wolf teeth, like fireworks that were in full bloom, frozen in the brightest moment.

But now, this set of incomparably gorgeous "Six Slaughter Armor" has turned into rags that even a beggar would dismiss.

Not only was it riddled with holes and fragments, but a large number of crystal-clear spikes lost their luster and texture, and fell off from the surface of the armor one after another.

There are also a large amount of liquid metal-like substances, which have transformed from solid to liquid, scrambling to escape from the wolf king's body as if they had life.

Like rats and fleas fleeing a sinking ship.

As a result, the wolf king's head completely lost the protection of the helmet and mask, and was completely exposed to the air.

Of course, it's also possible that his face, which he didn't even recognize his parents, had swelled at least three to five times, and the helmet and mask were bursting alive.

With the current honor of the Wolf King, Meng Chao felt that he could pretend to be a wild boar warrior of the Bloodhoof Clan without any makeup.

Having said that, Meng Chao saw his own reflection in the wolf king's desperately widened eyes.

He found that he and the wolf king were like fellow sufferers standing inside and outside a mirror.

If the wolf king can play the wild boar warrior in a fake way.

Then Meng Chao could pretend to be the real wolf king at the moment.

Hundreds of meters away, the mysterious statues formed by the condensed liquid metal substance slowly moved towards the two of them with neat steps.

Although the opponent's speed is not fast.

The sound of hell-like footsteps pounded on the chests of Meng Chao and the wolf king one after another.

Every time the bombardment was like a thunderous war trampling, the two men's sternums screamed and their hearts groaned.

"Us, ahem, are we dead?"

The Wolf King knelt down on one knee and coughed violently out of a large cloud of thick blood. It was not until Meng Chao worried that he was about to cough up his heart that he finally recovered his ability to speak.

"Should, for the time being, not yet!"

Meng Chao gritted his teeth.

The wolf king lowered his head, looked at the totem armor on his body like a mop, looked at his trembling hands, but gradually regained consciousness, and a crazy smile gradually appeared on his deformed and swollen face.

"So, we bet right!

"We haven't died yet, which means that the other party doesn't really want to kill us!

"Otherwise, if you think about it, no matter whether these ghosts are real legendary heroes, or the original ancestors, killing machines made with legendary heroes as templates, if they really want to kill us, it's a breeze!

"'We are still alive' itself is enough to show that we have found the rules of the game to pass the test!

"Because we showed the Turan warriors' fear of death and forcibly held the iron fist of the 'fist', we can still stand here, breathe the burning air, and enjoy the joy of life to the fullest!

"If we had chosen to flee without fighting just now, we would have been blasted into two puddles of mud by the opponent!"

"So, the other party is still showing mercy?"

Meng Chao grinned in pain, "Did you know that the force this guy blasted out just now was like a dwarf cannon fired at our heads!

"If this is also called a 'trial', it is really hard for me to imagine how those lucky ones who were qualified to enter the holy mountain temple to challenge the trial of the ancient Turan warriors three to five thousand years ago had to be all Oji survived!"

"perhaps……"

The wolf king pondered, "The original trial was not so difficult, but you know, these killing machines have been sealed for too long.

"It has been three thousand years since they have not vented their violent power to the fullest.

"For three thousand years, I haven't tasted the taste of blood, nor heard the sound of bones breaking and viscera bursting.

"For three thousand years, nothing was killed or destroyed.

"That's why the shot is a little... a little heavier.

"Or maybe, the magic explosion that happened three thousand years ago failed to blow up the holy mountain temple, but the power from the holy light temple finally penetrated into the temple and caused some kind of disturbance.

"In short, my intuition tells me that we have passed the first test. We must not give up halfway and run away. We must grit our teeth and persevere!"

"Stick to it?"

Meng Chao's eyes widened, and as he watched the approaching, the range of movements became larger and larger, and they became more and more like mysterious statues of living creatures, "You mean, the so-called 'trial' is not just for the Bloodhoof Clan? The founder's punch is so simple?"

"Since it is the ultimate trial in the depths of the holy mountain temple, of course it cannot be so simple."

The wolf king took it for granted, "Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be entitled to the legacy of the great ancestor?"

"So, what are the next rules of the game, continue to remain motionless, receive ten punches, one hundred punches?" Meng Chao asked anxiously.

"It shouldn't be so rigid. Being passively beaten is definitely not the style of Turan warriors. Don't worry, let me think about it, think about it carefully..."

The wolf king's thoughts turned, sparks suddenly burst out from his eyes, "When I was exploring several other lost temples, I encountered similar trials—they were all killing machines with extremely hideous appearances, and they were difficult to deal with at first glance.

"If the explorer turns around and runs away, these killing machines will kill the explorer at lightning speed.

"But as long as the explorer can muster up the courage to fight to the end with the killing machine, it doesn't need to blow up the killing machine completely, as long as he can cause a certain degree of damage to the killing machine, or hit a specific part of the killing machine. OK.

"After all, in the definition of the Turan language, the so-called 'strong' does not just refer to the strength of strength, but the courage to shake your fist without hesitation in the face of an opponent who is far above you!

"In other words, I think what Zu Ling wants us to do is very simple!"

Meng Chao frowned: "Very simple?"

"That's right!"

The wolf king's eyes were like lightning, "We just need to think of a way, and punch 'Fist' hard in the face, and we'll probably be done!"