"Listen to Na Luohu, what kind of underworld is this bottle? I don't know which real estate company named it so bad." Wang Zhuo was very angry because of the "soul friendship" thing, and muttered in his mouth,
But he was extremely cautious about this amphora. After all, this thing had trapped Luo Hou for an unknown amount of time.
After staring at the copper bottle carefully for a long time, Wang Zhuo suddenly woke up.
From the first time he absorbed the memory and skills of the dead pianist, to the time he absorbed Luo Hou's formation and the incomprehensible mantra, Wang Zhuo already understood that absorbing souls should be one of his natal magical powers.
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Because the pianist's soul is weak, his memory will not have any impact on Wang Zhuo. And if a heaven-defying existence like Luo Hou absorbs all the memories of his spiritual mind, it will inevitably have adverse consequences!
When Wang Zhuo thought about this, his heart trembled, and he thought that when he encounters powerful souls in the future, he must not be careless!
At the same time, Wang Zhuo was more interested in this amphora. From Luo Hou's battle memories, he understood deeply that the world was not so peaceful at all. Maybe various powerful beings didn't know where to settle down. What if one day it happened?
They met each other, and the other party also liked to engage in "dragon-tiger fighting", so Wang Zhuo really had no ability to resist.
A magic weapon that is obviously at the top level will definitely allow him to save his life at a critical moment!
At this time, Wang Zhuo officially turned into a curious cat, hunched over, eyes fixed on the copper bottle, and crawled closer. As he approached the copper bottle, a woman's coquettish voice suddenly came from the altar.
Wang Zhuo, who was highly concentrated and had extremely sensitive ears, almost peeed in fear and turned around and ran away!
After running for two steps, Wang Zhuo woke up with a start and glared at Jin Yun who had woken up and opened his eyes to look at him.
But why is there a sense of resentment in Jin Yun's eyes?
Wang Zhuo felt guilty and avoided Jin Yun's gaze. He knelt down and approached the bronze amphora again. This time, he only had to take one more step to touch the bottle.
The copper bottle is about two ends taller than Wang Zhuo, and there are traces of red patina on the mouth of the bottle.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are many mysterious runes and floral decorations engraved on the copper bottle. In the center of the copper bottle, the runes and floral decorations surround the evil ghost-like carvings. The carvings are looming and cannot be seen at all if you are not close.
Wang Zhuo raised his paw and touched the copper bottle carefully, then ran away quickly. After trying two or three times, Wang Zhuo stood still in front of the copper bottle again, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.
How to use this thing?
"Hey! Stop making trouble! Get me and Feifei out! If Feifei wakes up, I can't explain it." Over there at the altar, Jin Yun covered Hu Feifei's ears and shouted to Wang Zhuo.
Wang Zhuo saw that the fountain under the altar was still spewing stinking blood, and nodded: "Wait a moment."
The next moment, Wang Zhuo's bones made a crisp sound, and in less than two minutes, he turned into a "tiger" two feet tall.
He jumped lightly onto the altar, first carried Hu Feifei, who was still in a deep coma, to the other side, and then returned to pick up the golden cloud.
After both girls were safe, Wang Zhuo subconsciously avoided Jin Yun's complicated eyes, lowered his head and said to Jin Yun: "Go back with Feifei first."
Jin Yun gave a wry smile and thought to himself, are you going to leave us after eating everything? After picking up Hu Feifei and not even taking two steps, Jin Yun couldn't help but turn around and ask: "Are you... coming back?"
"Of course." Wang Zhuo pointed with his paw at the wedding bride standing quietly on the stairs, and said with a serious face: "I will solve these hidden dangers first, otherwise the people will suffer."
Jin Yun nodded slowly, somewhat puzzled by Wang Zhuo's compassion for the Holy Mother, but without saying anything more, he hugged Hu Feifei and left with great difficulty.
When the two of them disappeared around the corner, Wang Zhuo removed the Madonna's halo this time, thinking that he still had some performance potential.
All the zombie girls in the underground have nothing to do with Wang Zhuo. They are all dead, and Wang Zhuo will not pray for them. What they are most afraid of is such a large number of zombies. If they attract some powerful beings, they will be tracked down by means of time.
Wang Zhuo or that magic weapon is not beautiful.
Wang Zhuo planned to keep a low profile and be a cat when he didn't have absolute strength.
What he wants to do now is to drive the copper bottle and see if it is possible to take away these evil corpses.
Therefore, Wang Zhuo once again began to conduct in-depth research on the first magic weapon.
"It won't work to spit! It won't work to shed blood to identify the master! It won't work to stimulate the true energy! What else do you want me to do?"
Wang Zhuo pressed half of his furry cat face against the bronze bottle, squinting at the devil carvings on the bottle. For a whole hour, he tried various methods and even risked putting his paw into the mouth of the bottle, but he didn't expect that his little paw would not work.
When it moves, it hits the bottom of the bottle.
"It would be great if I could release my spiritual consciousness, but I'm really not skilled in this business!"
Wang Zhuo murmured to himself, his face full of pain. His consciousness could at most leak out of his body, circle around in a circle, and then retract. He could not focus it into a single point and aim at the target.
It would be great if there was a master. Well, it would be better if he was a cat. Wang Zhuo thought to himself, but he remembered the majestic tiger king he had seen under the bed.
If I follow him, I might meet a powerful person who likes to eat "dragon-tiger fighting", and he will definitely not notice me anymore...
Thinking of the dragon-tiger fight, Wang Zhuo suddenly remembered the awkward and difficult formula in the memory of Luo Hou, who loved to eat this dish. Could it be that this formula is the key to inspiring the bronze bottle?
But that's not right! If Luo Hu could control the bottle, would he eat the flesh and be trapped in the bottle for thousands of years? Wang Zhuo resented the Nine-turn Demon Pill in his stomach again. Damn, give me more Luo
Can the memory of the larynx die? It's very painful for me to figure it out on my own.
No matter what, Wang Zhuo was still determined to try this formula. If it still didn't work, he would definitely turn around and leave without hesitation.
After all, with his current strength, trying to keep this magic weapon is just asking for death.
Taking a small step back, Wang Zhuo stretched, and then recited the formula with all his concentration. Every word in the formula was not a pronunciation of words, but more like a random patchwork of various syllables. The Uneasy Divine Comedy was not as complicated as it.
But after Wang Zhuo finished reciting the last word of the formula, the entire bronze amphorae still didn't react at all. Forget it! No luck, brother!
Wang Zhuo turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred. The quiet copper bottle suddenly trembled, and a stream of gray gas slipped out from the mouth of the bottle and sprayed directly into Wang Zhuo's face.
Wang Zhuo felt that the sky was spinning and the earth was dark, and the gray air had endless suction, sucking Wang Zhuo directly into the bottle.
The copper bottle shook, and the evil ghost's carving suddenly lit up, revealing two sharp fangs. After a moment, the carving dimmed again.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Zhuo shook his head and stood up.
He felt like he was riding a bumpy bus from a mountain village to the county town for the first time. His ears were ringing, his eyes were spinning, and he was dizzy.
After waiting for a moment to wake up, Wang Zhuo was willing to observe his surroundings.
He was in a canyon that was a world unto itself.
Blue sky, breeze, green grass, wild flowers.
There were a few white clouds in the sky, and occasionally two or three flying swallows. Everything I saw was so real! I pulled down the soil under my feet with my claws, and dug out two writhing crimson earthworms.
Wang Zhuo looked at the earthworm with a thoughtful expression. After a moment, he saw him walking about three miles away with strange steps on all four limbs. His two hind legs were raised high, and only his forelimbs were left to walk upside down.
Not long after, the environment suddenly changed. Wang Zhuo appeared in the noisy human city with people coming and going, and the canyon disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
