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Chapter 999 Look at my seventy-two transformations, oops, everyone thinks the same

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    Suddenly aware of this kind of thing, Qin Yang felt a sense of insecurity.

    There is something that is directly related to him. Others know some inside information that he does not know, which makes Qin Yang very insecure.

    At his current state, he knows one thing very clearly.

    For a strong man like him, or a force of sufficient size, anything related to the core, victory or defeat, and life and death is no fluke at all.

    Holding a fluke mentality will greatly affect the decision, and this will be very fatal.

    One wrong step, one wrong step, one step back, is equivalent to stepping into a coffin with one foot.

    If he didn't understand the matter of the innate worm shell, he couldn't feel at ease.

    And obviously, Meng Shi didn't want to talk, touch, or get involved in anything.

    Qin Yang was not in a hurry to do things according to the plan. Instead, he returned to the Realm of the Dead and embarked on the journey again to find the novelist.

    He traveled all over the place where the novelist had been, but couldn't find it. Finally, after thinking twice, he brought himself into the novelist to deduce where the novelist might go.

    Finally, in the barren land at the end of the Milky Way where the Naihe Bridge is located, traces of human existence were found.

    Looking at the traces left on the ground, Qin Yang probably made up his mind. Someone put down a deck chair, lay down by the river, and watched the river churn.

    This must have been a novelist.

    After searching nearby, I found a line of writing on a stone slab.

    "Qin Yang found this place and found traces left by the novelist's reclining chair, proving that the novelist had been here.

    Following him to search around, he found a stone slab buried in sand and soil. This is a stone slab that the novelist has searched for for a long time before finally finding one that can last long enough.

    It said 'Don't look for me, no results, I went out to travel'.

    Qin Yang was so angry that he stepped on the stone slab and walked away.  "

    Qin Yang looked at the writing on the slate, and his nose was crooked in anger.

    "I have visited your uncle, what is there to visit in such a broken place as the Realm of the Dead?

    Leave a message, and write it according to your storybook, I can go to your uncle.  "

    Of course, Qin Yang would not think that it was the novelist who wrote the story, and then he started to implement it.

    This is obviously a novelist's bad taste.

    It's no wonder that this guy disappeared a long time ago. He said he was wandering around. It turned out that since then, this guy has avoided him, and now he doesn't know where he went.

    The Realm of the Dead is much larger than the Great Desolation. The last layer of the world accommodates a dead ancient, and there are still large blank spaces.

    This kind of ghostly place, as long as the novelist wants to hide, as the author of his book "The Realm of the Dead", no one can find him.

    However, at this point, Qin Yang is completely sure that these giants dare not take the innate worm shell, it is definitely not an isolated case, and it is not without reason.

    He turned and left, and words began to appear on the slate again.

    "Qin Yang saw the writing on the stone slab, resisted the thought of stepping on the broken stone slab, snorted coldly, turned and left.

    If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter.  "

    However, after the last sentence appeared, it seemed that a pair of big hands erased the last sentence, leaving only the sentence "Turn around and leave".

    A gust of wind blew by, and the dust on the ground was rolled, covering the stone slab little by little. After just a few breaths, the slate completely disappeared.

    Just at this moment, in the opposite direction to where Qin Yang left, a Qin Yang walked slowly, holding an apple with a stick of spiritual incense stuck in it.

    Qin Yang sniffed his nose, the spiritual incense was burning, and it seemed that someone had bitten off a piece of the apple, and part of it turned into flying ash and scattered.

    "The way to taste the taste without eating it, after a long time, I think it's quite interesting, Xiangshi is really a genius."

    Qin Yang took a breath, and the stone slab covered with sand resurfaced again.

    Qin Yang couldn't help laughing when he saw the new words on it.

    "Brother, you don't write novels now, but you still can't get rid of this old problem. I said I will give you the storybook and a large pen, but you don't want it. Why do you still have itchy hands?"

    There was no response around, Qin Yang pointed to the traces by the river.

    "Brother, are you treating me like a stick?

    The trace left after the recliner was put down has not changed for so long.What about.

    If the Emperor of the Ten Directions could be hacked to death now, Qin Yang would not care about gambling or not, face is nothing, the confrontation between big forces, only the weak will believe in such naive things as face.

    "Emperor of the Ten Directions, what do you mean?"

    Qin Yang held the plastic black sword in his right hand, took out the Black Jade Gate with his left hand, and slapped it on the hilt of the sword, consciously throwing a word at the Black Jade Gate.

    "I'm going to do an experiment to see if I can help the realm of the dead evolve. I need the power of the world."

    "Shifang Emperor, if you don't intend to keep your word, then fight to the death, this is not your Shifang Dynasty."

    "Heh" Shifang Emperor Zun laughed.

    However, before he could make a move, Qin Yang slashed out with his sword.

    A sizzling black light appeared on the black jade gate, and then a dark gray glow appeared on the surface of the plastic black sword.

    Accompanied by Qin Yang's sword slashing with all his strength.

    The collision of the two worlds appeared first.

    The dazzling brilliance is like a scorching sun.

    But in an instant, the ten directions were suppressed, and the power belonging to the realm of the dead turned into the support of the plastic black sword.

    The Realm of the Dead couldn't wait to expand its territory, but that power was completely transformed by Qin Yang.

    In an instant, the brilliance swept across the entire ten directions.

    The emperor of the ten directions, who bears the brunt of the blow, can't help but lose his mind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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