"You said it very well, how can I use feathers?" Sheng Lingyuan finally slowly raised his head and looked at the many clones of the shadow man with a smile, "How do you match?"

"I'm just a pitiful shadow," the mercury bubbled like a boiling bubbling. After a while, countless figures "steamed" from the ground, including the last Tianer, the first Qingping General Office, the mixed-blood nine-tailed fox... There are strange human bodies, huge half-beasts, and they open their mouths to suck out the fishy storm of human faces. "I wonder if these ancestors are enough to see the style of the Human Emperor?"

The shadow man can inherit everything from his master. He is like a loyal burner. Those who once tried to dominate his life became living specimens preserved by him after his death, and all his powers were stolen by him.

Surrounded by these big guys, the field car was like the Nanshan Kindergarten surrounded by bandits with guns and ammunition. Because the combat power comparison is as follows: among the shadow man's clone, the last one is He Cuiyu, a mixed-race green snake demon who has lived for 700 years. This person is as weak as a big shot, and is like a person who makes up for the numbers inside, standing in the corner.

The "field elite" present called this "Tiantou" his ancestor.

"What the hell did this?" Zhang Zhao said tremblingly, "Is the former Tian Group? I suddenly had a different understanding of 'stamp collecting'..."

The filmmakers' ex-commendations laughed loudly.

The field car was shattered and fell apart by the terrible sound waves.

Under the cover of flying protective tools, the field players jumped off the car and caught people, and they were very embarrassed for a while.

"Everyone," at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's mind, "I am connected to Chiyuan. If I do not have any restrictions, it will easily destroy the already precarious Vermilion Bird bone seal. Can I borrow it for my body?"

Question marks arise in the field people's minds, what does it mean to "borrow your body and use it"?

It sounds so bad, it seems like there is a risk of losing one's own body.

However, as a feudal ruling class, His Majesty's bad habits are hard to change. Although his tone is polite and polite, it is not for consultation, but for notification.

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Zhao felt that an idea that did not belong to him flashed through his mind, jumped over his cerebral cortex, and directly connected to the upper limb muscles. Before he could react to the content of the idea, his hand had automatically obeyed his life and paused the time for a second!

"Don't resist," the black mist-like demonic energy condensed into thin lines, passing through all the field ears, "Let's relax and leave it to me."

The fieldworkers felt that they were remotely controlled computers, and their consciousness was still there, but some mysterious force controlled some neural circuits, took over the body, and could not resist - the fieldworkers thought they had experienced many battles and had the first-class reaction speed, but at this time they found that their thinking could not keep up with the body.

Before I could analyze the first action, I found that I had teleported more than ten meters away.

A second pause blinked over, and all the current awake field positions were arranged.

"I forgot that Your Majesty is a master of formations throughout his life." The shadow man laughed out loud, "Even if it is not convenient for him to do it, he can still use humans as chess pieces, which is interesting. But who were your men in the past? The elite witch, the mixed-blood monster, the master of the human race gathering the essence of heaven and earth, and the Nascent Soul is not qualified to face the saint. What are these now? Hahahahaha!"

Zhang Zhao: "I understand this sentence, it's racial discrimination... Damn!"

The energy detector on his waist silently broke into pieces and fell down. As soon as he landed on the ground, the ground under his feet turned into a swamp. A monster like a giant crocodile floated up from the ground, opened his mouth, and was blazing fire in his mouth, and he was about to swallow the mortals who were overestimating their abilities on the ground.

At the same time, thunder and clouds were everywhere in the sky, and the lightning was lower and lower, like a big black pot falling down.

The fieldmen found that their feet were not stopping, and their thick boots stepped on the fire swamp. Everyone's steps had a strange rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Not only did the soles of the shoes were not scorched, but they were a little frozen.

A fieldman screamed: "My shoes are frozen!"

The fine water vapor was steaming out of the water system field. Yanqiushan could feel the surrounding metal ions moving, catching the water vapor, but the speed was too fast, and his reaction could not catch up with those familiar old guys.

The most sensitive Gu Yuexi heard a mysterious vibration from the center of the earth. When the field talents of different species were walking, they seemed to have formed a special connection between each other, which was complex and unpredictable.

A huge thunder and fireball fell down, and Zhang Zhao's hair stood up. The next moment, he found that the fireball was knocked away by an invisible energy field, slid into the mouth of the giant beast in the swamp, and made a loud dementia sound.

However, the fieldworkers were concussionless, which did not affect the unified allocation of Sheng Lingyuan. The Five Elements Squad happened to gather people from this Fengshen team. He carefully adjusted a formation of human-based chess. The burnt ground was ashes scattered, and then a tender bud stretched out. The fieldworkers in the plant system felt that their special energy was output in a certain unheard of posture. The tender bud instantly grew into a towering tree, inheriting the thunder above and connecting to the ground veins below.

With a loud "squeezing", the shadow man who was from the slight energy source of Jiangzhou's earth veins was attracted by his own thunder and lightning. The former group almost failed to maintain their faces, revealing the mercury texture inside.

The field staff in the plant system said, "I'm going, I've never been so awesome. Can anyone record it as a teaching video? Zhichun please! Turn on the camera quickly!"

Zhichun: "…"

Sheng Lingyuan waved to him and took out a wand from his arms - the one in Yuyang's coffee shop: "Come here, contact you guys and ask them if they can find a way to change the music in the 'Echoing Audio'."

"The music in the echo sound?" At this time, Ping Qianru was ordered to bring the third batch of echo sounds to the border of Jiangzhou. She was wearing a gas mask and her voice was very dull. She looked at Jiangzhou with anxiety, which obviously exceeded the p.5 standard. She stuttered, "But use echo sounds on a large scale, and accidentally caused mental trauma to everyone in the area. We do not allow the use of sounds containing high mental abilities. Change music requires the department director to personally report and approve it. The spiritual department of the institute will review..."

"I will be reluctant to accept the orders of the king. Do you dare to make a decision?" Sheng Lingyuan interrupted her. At this time, more than a dozen mortals were mobilized by him and they were in a stalemate with a group of ancient powerful people. "I think your director must have no objection."

Ping Qian held up her cell phone in vain.

The fieldmen around her were like headless flies.

"The aftermath department is fast!"

"The diffusion speed of the inner demon miasma was about ten kilometers per hour before, but now the speed has almost doubled. The echoing audio may not be enough. Find a way quickly!"

Ping Qianru said in a daze: "Why does it suddenly increase..."

"Our field damage is damaged," the colleague gasped, "The field attacked inside, and after the protection is damaged, it will fall into miasma and become the energy source of the other party. I think... if it doesn't work, it will only allow the masses to evacuate."

A large number of residents in Jiangzhou were trapped in the miasma of the inner demons, and their destructive power was amazing. Even with Sheng Lingyuan's improvised curse to help, that little special forces alone were not enough. All the people who could be transferred from the surrounding branches were transferred to help maintain order, and even the logistics were taken. Although some staff who had never participated in the battle were also very capable, they were almost no different from ordinary people. That little bit of special ability would allow them to take the lead in the community arm wrestling competition and be in a hurry when they were in the front.

While talking, Yang Chao and Luo Cuicui had already brought a group of younger brothers from the aftermath department to connect the newly transported echo audio and began to play the third round of music according to the process.

However, obviously, the wake-up speed of the echoing music's gentle music is far from keeping up with their heads.

"The spread of miasma slowed down slightly, and then there was an upward trend."

“Can the echoing audio power be a little higher?”

"Think of a way!"

"It's already the highest, brother!" On the cold winter lunar month, Yang Chao's sweat flowed into his eyes, but he couldn't wipe it with protective equipment. "I guess the music in this echo sound can be heard by neighboring countries across the strait. The echo sound effect has nothing to do with the power of the machine, it only has to do with the mental power carrier used...that music!"

The field is an amateur: "Then change the song!"

"Echoing audio is generally used one-on-one, and it is used to modify memories for irrelevant personnel on the scene. Now that the power is turned on and the range is so large, precise control cannot be achieved. Even if the mental energy in our bureau is adjusted, it will cause collective cerebral hemorrhage. It is impossible for someone to control his mental power. Only ready-made spiritual works can be used." Yang Chao said, "Everything in the mental system must be added to one hundred and twenty cautions. Everyone has to prescribe the right medicine, otherwise it will cause people to become mentally ill at the very least. If it is severe, it will cause death. I would like to give you an uncertain example. In this case, you need strong medicine and tiger and wolf medicine. But these medicines can cure a group of people and take another group of people to death. What do you think? We can only give you isatis root!"

Luo Cuicui jogged over and grabbed Yang Chao: "Don't be isatis root. The entire aftermath department held a meeting and immediately prepared a plan to evacuate the people around him! What's the day... How to make a prediction? Where to evacuate? Where to evacuate? Where to evacuate? Who knows where this thing can spread? How to communicate with superiors? How to explain to the public?"

Not only should we consider how to explain to the public, at this speed, it may also affect neighboring countries. There are several countries next to us that have separate special talents and ordinary people's governments, and they can communicate with each other.

The range of miasma is getting bigger and bigger, and the oxygen carried by each special energy is limited. How to allocate materials?

Even if it is evacuated, the miasma spreads at a rate of twenty kilometers per hour. Can ordinary people who are unprepared evacuate at this speed? Isn’t that a fantasy?

The worst thing is that Jiangzhou is not too far from the capital Yong'an. The General Administration of the Different Control Bureau suppresses many dangerous seals underground, which is a nuclear and guide base in the special energy world. If the Yong'an veins are polluted, the shadow man's demons will get the Different Control Bureau building...

Luo Cuicui was crying without tears, and was so anxious that she was spinning around in circles: "I'm going to buy a wig, I'm going to buy a wig!"

The aftermath department has always come quietly and left quietly. The most common thing I do is to write a press release and discuss compensation contracts silently. I have never experienced such a large-scale security incident. The field is exhausted and the logistics is in chaos.

Ping Qianru stood in her mind for two seconds, and made up her mind and said to the phone: "Are you still here?"

"I heard it." Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounds nice when he usually speaks, and it flows out of the microphone that is close to his ears, with an indescribable gentleness, "Don't worry."

It is impossible not to worry, in Dongchuan. She had seen Sheng Lingyuan control the echoing audio alone to wash the memories of a group of people, but Dongchuan was just a city. At that time, most people were sleeping. It was incomparable to the current situation. Can he control it?

If someone dies, who is this matter?

If she wants her to be responsible, even if she takes all her future... she has no future - can she afford her life even if she has her own life? Her life is only worth a few cents!

Ping Qian was so cowardly.

However, she was trembling like this, panting, but her mouth seemed to be deviating from her brain, and she answered on her own initiative: "Come on, what to pick up? I'll change the song."

Three minutes later, Tao Han's voice passed through the signal to the echoing audio, and was released from dozens of large echoing audio, blowing towards the mist of the inner demon miasma.

The sound of the twilight is the wind wiping through the narrow mud and tiles, which is low and lonely, but the sound of the twilight in Shenglingyuan is different. The song sounds like the twilight of the birds returning to their nests in spring. Somewhere is a little tune, with a warm innocence, and even the tremolo of the air flow is filled with joy.

The inner demon miasma that was expanding rapidly suddenly stopped.

The first time the tone was frozen and he was a little unskilled. He seemed to be thinking and blowing. If he accidentally walked in a low and dumb direction, he was dragged back to the original tone, which seemed a little cramped.

Although the formation was exquisite at this time, the fieldmen were humans after all, and their physical strength was a little too late to keep up. A Feng Shen almost drained his energy. His feet were softened, and the seamless formation immediately revealed a flaw. Fortunately, Yanqiushan was next to him, so he made up for him temporarily.

The shadow people obviously also saw who was weak, and the encirclement suddenly narrowed, and they stared at several field office workers who were already breathing into dogs. The formation was immediately stretched.

Gu Yuexi was the first to see the trick. She was sweating and tried her best to communicate with Sheng Lingyuan in her consciousness and asked him what to do.

Sheng Lingyuan ignored it. He closed his eyes and sat in the broken ruins of the field car, repeatedly playing the unskilled tune.

The original body of the sword spirit is Zhuque. In addition to eating melon seeds faster than others, the Winged Clan is also good at music.

Sheng Lingyuan remembers that no matter whether it is Xianyin or folk tunes, the guy can learn it almost without saying anything, but he has a bad taste. After learning, he always likes to change it to something inappropriate. In the end, he sings like a bird's chirping - it's so clamoring.

The only song he learned to do not change randomly after he learned it was a small song by the Kitayuan people.

That year, in order to win the support of Beiyuan, Sheng Lingyuan personally led his people to cross the snow-capped mountains and to the Beiyuan settlement on the glacier to meet their high priests. The human race was divided and survived. Many people from the Central Plains who fled to the Central Plains to take refuge in Beiyuan, which is blessed by the snow-capped mountains, and brought some customs of the Central Plains. When they went there, it was the Chinese New Year Festival. The refugees made ice lanterns in the cold weather, and the flowers and willows filled the long valleys, hoping to create a long street like their hometown.

The sword spirit was trying to stroll around and guess riddles. Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to take him around without thinking, and he was just thinking about the maneuvers that he fought with the high priest back and forth.

Jian Ling felt his absent-mindedness and was unhappy, and said, "When you and the old white-bearded man were playing riddles, I kept accompanying you. Why didn't you let you play with me for a while?"

He coaxed helplessly: "Please respect it, what old man with white beard? Besides, when will you stay with me? The high priest said nothing, you fell asleep. Don't pretend that I don't know."

He also snored for a while, but fortunately no one else could hear it except him.

The sword spirit was righteous: "That old man flipped eight hundred miles apart, and his words were like summoning souls. Who wouldn't be sleepy when he listened?"

Sheng Lingyuan was accidentally taken by him: "The old man has the Qianli Glacier in Beiyuan and the Three Thousand Wolf Riders. Not to mention the soul-summoning, he has to listen to the soul-summoning. Besides, what we are talking about is serious, and there is no riddle-guessing."

"If you don't say anything, you just guess riddles, and you're full. I'm worried that you can use the wolf rider to fill the sword mountain of the demon clan and step on the corpse of Beiyuan to take over the power of the human clan. Just this is a mess, who can't understand?"

Sheng Lingyuan smiled distractedly: "Although Beiyuan and my Central Plains belong to the same clan, they are not unified in the end. When the late emperor was still there, he often had disputes with these northern neighbors. The high priest's concerns are reasonable."

"You are different from the late emperor." Jian Ling said without thinking, "You are the Human Emperor."

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said you are the Human Emperor," the sword spirit's voice was clear and filthy. "You promised Alujin that you would close all the unjustly dead eyes and collect all the uneasy corpses. You also said that you would return the clear and clear mountains and mountains and take everyone back to your hometown, and wait for me to cultivate my true body and you would happily travel through the three mountains and six rivers."

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to escape from those exhausted intrigues and sucked in a breath of spring breeze in front of him.

I was so young at that time. The pear blossoms in Dongchuan were still blooming. There was a young man in the world who believed that he was omnipotent.
To be continued...