Chapter 684: 1000 minus 7 pain

The mana of the body was taken out in an instant. Facing a monster that was

too strong, it was a leapfrog challenge. Kemeng's grasper was at a

disadvantage and could only sacrifice the mana to increase the pulling force.

Under grabbing, Kemeng pulled out a sticky shadow, which was like a sesame

paste, and the black sticky shadow contained dense impurities.

I scanned it again with spirituality, and found that all those things were

dust, and the shadow and dust were stuck together, and they couldn't

distinguish each other.

Every time Kemon pulled a little, the dust in his hand increased.

At this time, Kemeng realized that the shadow and the dust had merged and

turned into a very strange new monster.

These monsters are a bit like shadow creatures, but they are not shadow

creatures. They are new items based on the evolution of shadow creatures.

"Immortal, can't be eliminated?" Kemeng instantly interpreted this new monster

with his knowledge of shadow creatures.

No, even shadow creatures can be destroyed, as long as they are purified with

the power of the light element.

But can this monster really be purified and die?

Kemon dreamed, pulling at the same time.

Soon, huh, the third humanoid dust took his arm, not martial arts, and

instantly passed through Kemeng's abdomen.

At this time, the first two humanoid shadow dust was finally pulled into the

palm of the hand by Kemon.

The shadow mixed with the dust, there was a sticky and dirty touch, which

subconsciously disgusted it.

Kemeng looked at the person behind him, and forced the two shadows into the

shadow of the third person.

Dust is a physical substance, Kemeng's grasping hands are not aimed at the

dust, they are all implicated by the dust and fall on the ground.

Then, something unexpected happened.

This man was covered with LV999 humanoid dust on his head. The corners of his

mouth no longer rose up to become a war ** of war, and his facial expression

quickly turned into a bitter face.

Kemeng was taking the medicine while watching the show.

Soon, the fourth humanoid dust passed through Kemeng's abdomen, Kemeng was not

polite at all, and then used the grasping hand to pull the other's shadow.

Whenever one comes, he will pull one, and today he will be on the bar with

these curses.

The other humanoid dust could no longer take care of Kemeng and could not

follow behind him like a shadow. Kemeng concentrated his attention, filled up

all the mana and drew out all the mana, pulling the shadow of the humanoid

dust on his abdomen to his body.

Then with a single hand, the shadow was thrown on the face of the third

person.

"what--"

The human shadow screamed.

It was the voice of four people, a bit like Kemon’s voice, but not like

Kemon’s voice.

By the way, the facial appearance of the human shadow is Kemun's face after

using the mask of the faceless, not the face of the real world.

Kemeng looked at his twisted face with pain, as if looking in his own mirror.

"Painful?" Kemun asked.

There is another fifth arm in the abdomen.

Looking down at the dusty arm in the abdomen, there is nothing to say.

According to the same method, tons and tons, tons and tons, the big medicine

takes effect, the blood volume and mana value rise wildly, and the shadow

grabber forces the grab, and then throws the shadow to the opponent.

The humanoid dust screamed again, and this time Kemon heard the painful cry of

five people.

His facial expression turned sharply, sweating profusely, and every drop of

sweat was a drop of dust and sweat cast by thick ink waves.

If it was just a painful expression just now, now he put on a pain mask and

was extremely painful.

Just put this expression on the Internet, with a background music that

sublimated in despair, and the feeling of the mask of pain came up.

"You can be more painful, trust me." Kemon murmured.

Perhaps Kemun was a prophet, and the sixth relay came from his belly soon.

"Your pain will become greater and greater, how many souls can a body hold?"

Kemeng whispered, but his palm became more and more skilled, dragging the

shadow together with the dust to the palm of his hand, and then to the

opponent.

"Ten? A hundred? A thousand?"

Kemeng looked closer, not panicking at all, and shoved another shadow to the

other side while speaking.

Each shadow represents a two-dimensional soul of wisdom.

They are all 999-level full-level existences, and there are many soul

impurities. Every time they are stuffed, they have a complicated personality.

When they are full, they are in a madness.

This madness is not the madness of a single soul, but a collective madness, a

song of despair and madness for hundreds of souls.

A few hours later.

"How much is one thousand minus seven, do you know?"

As Kemon spoke, another new shadow merged into the opponent's body.

With a scream of ah, Kemeng heard nine hundred and ninety-three voices.

"It's a pity that the answer was wrong, so count it again."

Kemon deliberately made a mistake, shaking his head, full of regret, and

patiently waiting for the next shadow.

In the eyes of outsiders, there is nothing wrong with Kemun's approach, and he

will even admire him for daring to resist the curse.

This kind of curse was either crushed and wiped out with hard power, or

resisted and waited for the ** time to pass, or was cursed to death.

But even if you are cursed to die, you will follow you after the resurrection,

and you will not lose the curse because of your death.

This is a kind of super curse that is immortal, ignoring any distance

restrictions.

Kemeng secretly speculated that the humanoid dust chasing him should be

related to the distance he moved in the sky island.

Only by eliminating all the dust that cursed him can the future trouble be

eliminated.

After waiting for a few seconds, Kemeng didn't wait until the next figure of

dust pierced his stomach, which made Kemeng startled.

"Has ** time passed?" Kemeng looked back and waited ten seconds.

"It seems that ** time has passed." Kemeng looked back at the painful dust,

and the person had disappeared.

It seems that the other party cannot act without cursing time, and has been

automatically moved back to that sky island.

Facing the curse and winning the battle, Kemon felt refreshed all over, and

there was a kind of unspeakable energy in it.

Leveling and practicing too much will only make him numb, and the trouble

caused by humanoid dust has really troubled him for a long time.

Fortunately, this trouble was also resolved smoothly.

Immediately, his gaze condensed, Kemeng's eyes stared at the dust particles on

the ground, pure black, with many loose holes on the surface.

That was what was left behind when the humanoid dust shadow transferred to

another shadow, but it did not bring back the sky island.

Subconsciously, Kemon's spiritual perception thinks that it is good material.

Pick it up and put it in the space backpack.

I don't know if I pick it up. After picking it up, he was shocked. He didn't

expect it to be a shiny golden affix~www.mtlnovel.com~legendary quality dust!

Name: "Dust of Unknown Function"

Role: "The role is unknown, from the residents of the city of dust."

Kemon took these materials and didn't need him to count them. The system had

already counted them. The total number of dust and carbon particles was

110,000.

"Maybe it can be put into the mysterious cooking pot as an ingredient." Kemeng

did not forget the mysterious cooking pot.

Mystery cooking pot can increase resistance. The higher the level of

ingredients, the higher the total resistance of polishing the body.

It is like a dark cooking pot, with unlimited ingredients and no picky eaters,

so transport-grade dust is a good material.

"Brother Dust is a treasure!" Ke Meng thought so, and his thoughts were clear.

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