Chapter 611 The Eve of the Storm

The weather in the withered wasteland became very dark, and the rising heat flow brought by the magma under the ground condensed a thick layer of dark clouds in the sky.

Even after such a earth-shaking battle, the black prison fire has not been extinguished. It is still burning quietly in some places, and it seems to have a tendency to burn more and more vigorously. The red magma slowly surged on the ground, bringing a little dry and hot breath to the nearby air.

Red ink stood in the air casually, holding a lightning gun in his hand, and the black feather weave slowly fluttered with the wind. On the ground, several ancient warcrafts stood separately, allowing the magma to flow under their feet, but no one cared, but solemnly guarded each other. The inexplicable pressure in the air spread, and even the wind seemed to be scared by the pressure, which seemed to be extremely low.

The resentment on the civet's body is still slowly condensing, and the wounds on the body are healing quickly. Now it seems that it is not much different from before. However, the civet did not continue to do it. Its thick tail slowly shook, and a pair of eyes stared at the red ink coldly.

The beaver is also unfavorable. As soon as it appeared, I met three 'old friends' who were a little unhappy. Originally, I thought I could fight happily, but I found that things were not as easy as I thought. It seems that in the years of his sleep, the world has changed dramatically. Moreover, the man, who is weak first and then strong, is different from the strength of the two, which also makes the ci unpredictable.

The wind is blowing!

Slowly blowing with the hot wind, and the more it blows, the more intense it is, and the feather weave of red ink is blowing loudly. The thick dark clouds in the sky seem to indicate that a huge storm is coming here. Yes, a huge storm.

The nearest planet consciousness split came here as quickly as possible after being provoked by Hong Mo. Ignoring the solemn atmosphere here, this guy plunged into the center. This is a tall man, covered in a dark cyan holy garment, with a face in the helmet, but looking at it, it is a shadow. After seeing the red ink, the man slowed down and then stepped into the center from the air step by step.

"You are the red ink!" The man completely ignored the ancient Warcraft on the ground and said to Hong Mo.

"I'm not a red ink!" The red ink planet consciousness split and shook his head.

"Don't dare to admit it?"

"It's not...! The red ink is still here, and... Why should I represent the red ink? It's really pitiful. It seems that you haven't even figured out your identity. You've lost it. The red ink planetary consciousness split pointed to the soul space, and then looked at the man in holy clothes, with disdain in his tone.

"Come on, come to me and I'll let you know who you are." The red ink planet consciousness stretched out its right hand, as if it were inviting.

"What do you mean?" The man in holy clothes was a little confused by the sudden nagging words of Hong Mo.

"It's so sad. Haven't you understood yet!" The red ink planetary consciousness split sighed again. We, but the cohesion of planetary consciousness, even if it is just a split, should have its own identity. The memory of the original owner does not represent anything, and it is even more unnecessary to inherit their names. And it's sad that you can't even figure this out. The red ink planetary consciousness split explained again.

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He was preached, and he was said to be sad again and again. Although the man in holy clothes opposite thought that Hongmo was right, he was not very happy.

"I admit that you are right, but your attitude is really annoying. What's your name, you guy!"

"There is no name."

"No name, hahaha, after saying so much, it turns out that you don't have a name. Are you kidding or deliberately tease me?" The man in holy clothes was stunned when he heard the words, and then felt a sense of shame and anger. Originally, I thought I could hear an earth-shaking name, but there was no name. So the words before Hongmo were playing with him.

"Are you kidding..., no! I did find the name of a planetary consciousness in the memory of Hongmo - the big snake. However, we are definitely not suitable for this name, and it didn't take long for me to wake up, so I didn't have time to name myself. The red ink planet consciousness shook its head.

"There is also a planetary consciousness!" What was suddenly revealed by the red ink planet consciousness split was not only the holy man's consciousness split, but also the three ancient monsters who had been listening to the conversation between the two were shocked.

"Well, forget it. I don't think you have to bother to choose a name. I'm sure you don't need it." Although the man in holy clothes was surprised, he was even more dissatisfied with the red ink, especially the attitude behind him. From the initial undisguised provocation and announcement, the man in holy clothes was very annoying. After the man in holy clothes said, his right fist drooped, and an aperture constructed by the law appeared on his arm.

[Breaking Star Fist]!

The split meeting of planetary consciousness is originally devouring each other. It is very incredible that Hongmo can talk so much to this guy in holy clothes. Therefore, the man in holy clothes suddenly took action, and Hongmo was not surprised.

Boxing?

Although the red ink planetary consciousness splits say that they are independent, the original host's memory cannot represent them. However, in fact, the judgment basis and combat mode used by Hongmo's planetary consciousness split is still the memory of Hongmo. No matter what Hongmo's planetary consciousness split says, he has an inseparable connection with Hongmo.

The red ink disappeared in place and faced a new opponent.

Among all the people, it is estimated that only Li didn't understand it at all, and his mind was completely confused. After the goods came out, he only knew how to kill and didn't know what had happened. It was not until he was beaten by Hongmo that he was finally a little sober, but he still didn't know what had happened without any relevant memories.

However, although I don't know what happened, it doesn't hinder his happiness. Because it seems that the new human is the enemy of the red ink.

Damn it, I actually suffered a loss in the hands of that red ink. When has Uncle Beaver been so embarrassed? Wait, when you both lose...! The beaver's little eyes turned, and his breath gradually concealed. He lay quietly on the ground and looked at the battle between the red ink and the sudden human.

At this time, the Red Devil Hall is also quite unquiet!

"Make way!" Lingyin looked at Chu Lingxin with a bad face. As the little fool of Chu Lingxin's host, he lowered his head and dared not face the current bell sound at all.

"You can't go. Now the Red Devil Hall doesn't have absolute strength. You can't play any role when you go there." Chu Lingxin shook her head.

Lingyin looked at Chu Lingxin coldly when she heard the words, and she was very unhappy. It's not good to be happy, but what Chu Lingxin said is completely correct. Moreover, Chu Lingxin is at least an elder of Lingyin, and she can't completely rebel.

"I'm just here to inform you. Don't be hot-headed. The current Red Devil Hall can't stand the toss." After Chu Lingxin finished speaking, she left directly and let Lingyin stand there and couldn't make up her mind.

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My head has been very drowsy today, and I don't know what to write. Finally, ask for a normal name that represents the consciousness of the whole planet. Those who are interested in participating can leave a message in the book review.