Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

For a moment, Ice Storm had hallucinations.

It seems that under the holy mountain temple, a gap leading to the endless abyss has opened.

And from the depths of the gap, a fierce beast that had never been seen before appeared.

Neither the Holy Light language nor the Turan language is enough to fully describe the horror of this ferocious beast.

It was like superimposing all the powerful enemies and powerful existences she had encountered and heard about.

She didn't dare to look directly at the beast.

Don't even dare to breathe.

Of course, he didn't dare to call out the totem armor and put on any posture of resistance.

Every cell in his body screamed hysterically.

Along with the scream, wisps of bioelectricity were released from the depths of the nerves.

Every bundle of her muscle fibers was paralyzed.

This is the most primitive biological instinct that is not controlled by thinking.

When many creatures encounter an absolutely irresistible enemy, they will paralyze their muscles, stop breathing, and pretend to be dead, hoping that the enemy will spare a poor corpse.

But in the next second, the indescribable horror and pressure disappeared without a trace.

There is no abyss, no beasts, and of course there is no such thing as a terrifying demon king.

Ice Storm blinked desperately, only to see his old friend with black hair and black eyes standing between the collapsed rocks, looking at him with a smile.

At this moment, Meng Chao...

He has suppressed the spiritual flames and killing intent all over his body so that nothing leaks out.

Even the psychic energy fluctuations that a transcendent can easily leak out inadvertently, are perfectly controlled by him.

His actual age was originally only in his early twenties.

In Longcheng, it was the age when he had just graduated from university.

Now he is also like a young college student who has just stepped into society, ordinary and unremarkable.

Putting it in the crowd is like a drop of water melting into the sea.

He never stands out until something happens.

Even if something appalling like an "assassination" happened, he wouldn't leave any impression on anyone.

If you have to give such Meng Chao a title.

Neither Daredevil, nor Reaper, nor Ghost Assassin, nor even "Doomsday Blade" were appropriate.

Only the title of "ordinary citizen" is the most suitable for his mood and appearance at the moment.

Such a shape, in the eyes of Ice Storm, naturally felt that the "Reaper" was much thinner or even weaker than before.

It even gave her the illusion that "the reaper was seriously injured, left sequelae, and lost all his strength".

Ice Storm observed and thought carefully for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out where the initial feeling of freezing her brain, penetrating into her bone marrow, penetrating her heart, and frightening her so much that she dared not breathe came from.

Where did that ancient ferocious beast that seemed to emerge from the endless abyss hide?

Could it be that I was so tired and exhausted these days that I had an illusion?

"Reaper, you finally woke up!"

Ice Storm gathered his mind and went up to meet Meng Chao.

"That's right, after sleeping for so long, it's time to move around."

Meng Chao stretched his waist, "It seems that a lot of things must have happened while I was asleep. What time is it now? What were you doing just now to make yourself so exhausted and bruised?"

His voice is not loud.

There is no psionic or psychic power mixed in the sound waves.

But naturally, it took over the dominance of the topic.

Ice Storm replied subconsciously: "I don't know, it has been a full month or two since I woke up.

"Back and back, we've probably been stuck here for hundreds of days.

"We also want to dig a road to the temple of the holy mountain as soon as possible, return the same way, and escape from the holy mountain.

"But the vertical shaft, which went straight up and down, had completely collapsed in the previous fierce battle, and it couldn't be found at all.

"We have been digging upwards for more than a month. Although we have made some progress, we are still far away from digging all the way to the holy mountain temple.

"Fortunately, we found a large number of datura fruits.

"There are still many datura roots, although they are broken and withered, they also contain very rich nutrients and sweet juice.

"Along the gaps in the rock formations, there is a large amount of fresh air, which is continuously transported down.

"For the time being, there is no survival problem yet."

Ice Storm told Meng Chao that when the "Egg of Chaos" first shrank violently, and then exploded violently.

From the depths of the "Egg of Chaos", a large amount of nano-metal frenzy composed of spiritual magnets spewed out.

It was like surging mercury, first sweeping over Meng Chao and the wolf king who were close at hand.

Enclose both of them in a giant "bud" or "chrysalis".

Then, she rushed towards Ice Storm, her physiological father, and the ancient dream saint, wrapping the three of them tightly.

Ice Storm's eyes darkened, and he felt that he was bound to die.

Unexpectedly, it seemed to have fallen into an extremely long and bizarre dream.

In the dream, I saw countless fragmented and mottled pictures, which seemed to be a large-scale, thrilling war that affected the entire world.

It's a pity that when she woke up leisurely, this vast and grand dream, like an ordinary dream, was annihilated in the deepest part of her brain, and only a few flashbacks could be captured.

Although I can't remember the whole picture and details of the dream.

Ice Storm was pleasantly surprised to find that his injury had healed without medicine.

Not only was it caused when he was captured by the Lion King's "Horn of Destruction" and the Tiger King's "Blade of Fury", all the serious injuries that affected the internal organs disappeared, and there was no sequelae left.

At the cost of overdrawing his life and forcibly activating the secret weapon "mark" of the Temple of Holy Light-the right arm that was almost charred also grew a brand-new bone, delicate flesh and blood, and skin that could be broken by blows.

Even the power of the totem in her body seemed to become thicker and more condensed with the astonishing changes in her flesh and blood, making the snow leopard female warrior with double bloodlines and double curses more effective in combat.

As for the bruises and scratches on his body now, they were all left by the crazy digging of the rock formations these days. They looked shocking, but they were actually skin traumas, not worth mentioning at all.

On the third day after the ice storm woke up, her father also slowly woke up from the ashes of the spiritual magnet.

Although there is still no "family affection" between the two fathers and daughters.

But there is no irreconcilable contradiction.

Especially after experiencing such a thrilling bloody battle, witnessing the frightening existence of the legendary "Chaos Egg", and witnessing the wolf king killing the lion king and tiger king with his own eyes, it heralds a new era and has already begun.

The two father and daughter are even more unwilling to die quietly in the darkness deep underground before the tide of the times sends them to a higher place in this world.

Therefore, they quickly reached the only consensus.

escape.

It's a pity that Ice Storm's father, the leopard poet "Firdowsi", has always played the role of a dog-headed military advisor beside the wolf king.

Although he has explored dozens of lost temples, he is not good at earthwork.

Not to mention that they have neither the ability to survey rock formations nor the tools at hand.

After the Datura trees supporting the rock formation withered in large numbers, the interior of the collapsed rock formation was full of precarious uncertainty, and a second collapse may occur at any time.

Therefore, the two progressed very slowly.

After digging day and night in the dark for more than a month, to the point where they couldn't clearly perceive and record time, they still couldn't see a ray of light above their heads.

Fortunately, Meng Chao, the wolf king, and the ancient dream saint were all tightly wrapped by the spiritual magnets sprayed out by the original mother when the explosion occurred, and they were not harmed by the collapse of the rock formation.

Moreover, with the passage of time, the spirit magnets, which were originally opaque like mercury, gradually showed a crystal clear texture, revealing that they were like fetuses curled up deep in the mother's body, like little ones embedded in amber. Like bugs.

Through thick and solid crystals.

Ice Storm could feel that Meng Chao and Gumeng Saintess were still alive.

The leopard poet was also surprised and delighted to find that the "Jackal" Canus, whom he had placed high hopes on and believed to be the only hope to save Turanze, was also sending more and more surging waves from the depths of the crystal flower bud. More and more violent life fluctuations.

This point supports the father and daughter to keep digging upwards.

Although I haven't dug the escape route yet.

At the very least, the air permeating down from above becomes more and more fresh, and the airflow becomes stronger and stronger.

This is enough to prove that they are not far from the finish line of victory.

"The ancient dream saint is still alive?"

It was a real surprise.

Under the guidance of the ice storm, Meng Chao found the ancient dream saint under the triangular space formed by several collapsed rocks supporting each other in the southwest corner of the original mother's laboratory.

Sure enough, as described by the ice storm, groups of liquid metal substances that were originally gleaming silver had changed in nature due to the death of the original mother, and became crystal clear, shining, and crystal clear.

The ancient dream saint curled up in the depths of the crystal.

She slept so soundly, not only did she have a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she also kept sucking her thumb, as if she had had one after another, extremely touching dreams.

Meng Chao noticed that the ancient dream saint in the depths of the crystal, whose head was deformed and swollen as if a tumor was about to explode, seemed to have shrunk by a round.

With the temple as the center, it bulges high like an earthworm, and spreads out like a spider web, calming down her blood vessels and nerves that had become extremely ugly, and restoring her to some of the delicate features that a girl should have.

The cerebral hemorrhage and hydrocephalus caused by excessive overdrawing of mental power were all healed without medicine, and even the oozing fluid was redigested and absorbed by the body.

When Meng Chao gently pressed his palm against the outer wall of the crystal.

There seemed to be a quiet and peaceful rat village like a paradise in front of my eyes.

The five-year-old Gumeng Saintess, one on the left and one on the right, was holding the hands of her father and mother. There was still some mandala fruit puree on the corner of her mouth, and she smiled the brightest at Meng Chao.