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Jupiter is now very chaotic and chaotic. Of course, this is mainly due to the Red Devil's Hall, but other forces have not contributed to the situation behind it.

Jing Shenting was inexplicably overshadowed. Although it has a deep background and the high-level personnel have not completely fallen, there is basically no one left. Moreover, the most important thing is that most of the things accumulated by Jing Shenting over the years have been lost and obtained by other forces.

Has the Red Devil Museum received a perfect inheritance?

Those big forces don't like this kind of thing. They don't lack this kind of thing themselves. Other forces value the secrets that really belong to the core, not only about Jupiter, but also about the Patomi star domain. Anyway, Cypress Jupiter is also an advanced civilization planet in the Patomie region.

And in these secrets, in addition to those things that are temporarily inaccessible, what these forces pay most attention to is undoubtedly what is happening on Cypress Jupiter.

For example, the purpose of condensing the consciousness of the planet, the existence of the divine body! The truth of twisting the crystallization of wish power!

No matter which one, it is a way to make people reach the sky step by step, and as long as it is a human being, even if you don't feel it, you all hold the idea that you are the protagonist. Such a thing, of course, should be in your own hands, absolutely in your own hands... Uh-huh!

Not to mention the distortion of the crystallization of desire, they have been paying attention to this matter since the beginning of Cucci Star. I didn't expect that it would appear again in the hands of such a small force on such a remote planet. Although they really want to find the Red Devil's Hall at this time, the Red Devil's Hall is indeed well hidden and has never appeared.

High-level figures have never stopped searching for the Red Devil Hall, but since the Red Devil Hall changed in the Jingshen Garden, and Lingyin and others were seriously injured and suffered heavy losses, they have not appeared again at all. Therefore, the purpose of these people seems to be useless.

Of course, while searching for the Red Devil Hall, these people are still doing another thing - guidance!

Guide these bereaved bodies to quickly merge together and accelerate the cohesion of planetary consciousness. Because, all of them know that the matter of Jupiter will not be hidden in Patomi for long, and once the things here are exposed, it will be the peeping of other planet masters of Patomi. Whether it is the distorted wish crystallization or the planetary consciousness, it can only be digested by the interior of Jupiter. Outsiders can't even think about it.

But there is not much time left for them.

Because these big forces did not transmit the news to other planets at all, Jupiter has been chaotic for so many years, but no one from other planet has come to pay attention to it. Otherwise, with Patomi's scientific and technological strength, someone would have come here long ago.

But it is estimated that it will not last long, because no one thought that such a thing would happen beforehand, so there is no big force to stop those who escaped from Jupiter. It is estimated that in a few years, other planets in the Patomi star region will also react.

Shabia pointed his right hand at Can Yang and clenched it tightly, as if he could grab the sky in his hand at once.

Although Shabia's strength is not good, she still has a good mind, otherwise she would not have sat in her current position. Therefore, after getting the seal of the divine body, Shabia copied it several times, and then secretly arranged all kinds of accidents for other forces to get it when the Jingshen court was in chaos.

Of course, although 90% of these copied versions are real materials, there are still some things compiled by Shabia himself. And once this important divine seal is wrong, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable.

' As I thought, after you get this thing, you can't help it. Guide the cohesion of planetary consciousness, hum, let's see who can laugh in the end!' A smile appeared at the corners of Shabia's mouth. No matter who gets this kind of information, he will definitely not publicize it and act secretly. Therefore, although some people are a little suspicious, they don't expect that this is simply making wedding clothes for others.

But who can laugh at the end!

Shabia thought that the divine seal in his hand was the most perfect one, but he did not expect that the truly perfect one had long been lost in the hands of the 'undercover agent'.

As the living zombies gradually regain consciousness, the heavy and tense atmosphere of Cypress Jupiter has gradually eased, because these are zombies that will not attack human beings indiscriminately. However, instead, a chaotic and irritable atmosphere permeated everyone. The new race survival theory specially arranged by the Red Devil Museum is widely spread among bone demons. All those who are still alive are confused about the future.

Those new body leaders don't know what happened to them and their subordinates. How is the body suddenly changing? It is estimated that only the body of red ink has guessed about the changes of those zombies, which should be made by the Red Devil Museum, but why? When the essence of red ink separated, the Red Devil Hall had nothing to do with the ancient Warcraft at all. Therefore, the current essence of red ink can't guess the purpose of the Red Devil Hall.

All the bereaved bodies are changing towards the shape of the bone demon. Although they have regained consciousness, they are more ferocious and fierce, and only the body of red ink, as well as the more than a hundred guardian angels and blood demons, have not changed at all. Because they are not people of Cypress Jupiter in the first place, and they don't have that kind of recessive gene at all.

After the other bereavement types under his hands changed, Hong Mo directly abandoned them. Looking at disgust is one reason, and another reason is that these living zombies that have regained consciousness are no longer as instructive as before, and most importantly, the red ink feels that these ordinary living zombies have lost the role of condensing planetary consciousness. Now there is only one thing Hongmo needs to do - kill other leaders, condense the complete consciousness of the planet, and represent the will of the planet.

Red ink can feel this matter, and other leaders can also feel it.

Because it is equivalent to a split of planetary consciousness, Hong Mo has a weak sense of other leaders, and the closer this induction is, the clearer it is.

In a dilapidated palace, Hong Mo looked at more than a hundred guardian angels and blood demons standing quietly below. This palace is the base camp of the red ink body now. Because Jupiter has been seriously damaged in recent years, such a dilapidated palace is already good.

Those living zombies who have mutated and gradually regained consciousness have been demobilised by Red Ink. Originally, some people wanted to stay and assist Hongmo, but Hongmo didn't bother to talk nonsense and killed this group of people directly.

"I'm different from you!" Hong Mo said evilly that although he was Hong Mo's subordinate before, Hong Mo started to do it without any softness. He inherited the memory of Hong Mo, so Hong Mo knows very well that he is not a cypress Jupiter at all. What flows is different blood, which can be seen from him and more than a hundred guardian angel blood demons without any change.

Moreover, it's useless to keep this group of people, because, the last hunt, start!

Hong Mo stood up from the palace, and the guardian angel and the blood demon below immediately half knelt on the ground to welcome their king. Now, for these guardian angels and blood demons, the body and soul are completely red ink.

"Let's go!" Hongmo said, taking the lead and flying directly to the nearest new body leader.

At this time, not only Hongmo began to take action, but other new body leaders also began to take action. Because all of them felt that the last hunting time had begun. The sooner they act and devours more of the power of the same kind, then they will live to the end, condense the complete planetary consciousness, and the greater the chance to represent the will of the planet.

Because there is a feeling between each other, the conspiracy and so on are abandoned. At this time, relying on absolute strength, who is more ruthless?

When the red ink came, Valtola was ready.

By feeling, Valtola felt that he would not be the opponent of red ink, so after seeing red ink, Valtola made an unexpected move.

"Can I submit to you, Lord Hongmo!"

Hong Mo looked at Valtola when he heard the words, with a sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth. Because all the leaders are close to the strength of LV7, Valtola has been able to suppress the activation of recessive genes in the body, so now she looks like a good beauty.

However, it's just like this, but it can't impress the red ink. The beautiful woman, the guardian angel behind the red ink and the blood demon are better than this woman.

"Serve, of course, come here!" Hong Mo said.

Valtola smiled happily when he heard the words, and then flew towards the red ink. Then when the two were 100 meters apart, red ink and Valtola disappeared into the air at the same time, and then suddenly burst in the middle, and a touch of blood splashed. The two people who paused, Hong Mo grabbed one of Valtola's arms, and Valtola looked at Hong Mo with resentment.

"It doesn't matter if you are like you to evolve into a leader!" The red ink threw his arm directly to the ground.

Evolution into a leader does not mean that this person is different, but it is just a bit more than others. Perhaps, many leaders used to be an ordinary person, just like the Valtola in front of them. Like Hongmo, there are not many people who have good strength and are well swd in fighting before becoming a leader.

"Die obediently and become my nourishment!" The red ink disappeared in place again.

It didn't take long for Hong Mo to raise his right hand, grab Valtra's face, and lift her in his hand. At this time, Valtola was still struggling desperately, but the big hand of red ink was like an iron clip, motionless.

A huge attraction came from the red ink's hand, and Valtola let out a howl of pain. After a while, he was no longer struggling. The blood fell to the ground drop by drop, and his body was occasionally not dead.

One!

The red ink licked a drop of blood splashing on his lips, and the scarlet twilight looked into the distance.