Bug Master In Doomsday

The thick cyan Luoluo armor envelops Wang Mang's entire body in an airtight manner. The lifelike mask of the ferocious tiger head, the violent fangs, the dark blue vivid tiger eyes, and even the unique black scaly markings on the armor. The appearance of the ancient beast Luo Luo fits perfectly!

"Ka--Beng!" Wang Mang clenched his fist lightly, and the air was violently dispersed by the closed fingers. After the transformation of Hualongchi, Wang Mang's body of transcendence had reached a frightening level.

What is the concept of nearly 500 tons of physical power? ! It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Mang can break a thousand-meter-high mountain with one punch!

Moreover, Wang Mang’s transformation is far stronger than the original one. His finger bones are dark and deep, and the hardness is completely comparable to that of the magical evil dragon halberd. On top of the Luoluo armor on his body, his self-confidence is at this moment. Unprecedented expansion.

"Turtle monster, doesn't this Luoluo armor need a drop of blood to recognize the Lord?"

"Master, this armor is not so cumbersome to recognize the master. If you can wear this Luoluo armor, it means that you have been recognized as a master by the soul of Luoluo in this armor...If you experience it again After a few **** battles, the spirit of this Luoluo armor will naturally communicate with you."

Wang Mang nodded his head knowingly. This is a novelty, "Monster Turtle, you said that besides this armor, there is also a practice technique? Can you take a look at it?"

The tortoise demon agreed flatly, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you should be satisfied with the small requirements, in fact, I have also seen the small exercises.

Saying it is a cultivation technique, in fact, it is more like explaining how to wear this Luoluo armor to fight, it seems to be divided into three realms, you can understand it at a glance. "

The turtle monster led Wang Mang in front, and walked into a bamboo building full of bamboo slips and books. From the corner of the dusty bookcase, he took out a roll of sheepskin covered with dust. The sheepskin was mottled and yellow, and the corners were still There are broken marks, and clear tiny small letters are printed on the surface of the tanned sheepskin.

The turtle monster picked up the roll of sheepskin and blew it gently against his two-bearded mouth. The dust on the sheepskin seemed to be removed instantly, and the mottled surface was clean again.

The tortoise demon patted the sheepskin roll in his hand flatly, and respectfully handed the seven or eight sheets of sheepskin over his head.

Wang Mang took one with some curiosity, opened it and looked at it carefully. The clear and small traditional characters densely covered the entire sheepskin. Wang Mang frowned and read it carefully, murmuring from time to time.

This exercise is really not simple, these words are so rare and rare, even reading is a problem, let alone understanding.

The turtle monster seemed to see the boredom in Wang Mang's heart, and said empathetically, "Uncle, the text on this parchment scroll is hundreds of years old, and it is very different from today's human text.

But... if the uncle is struggling to read, you can put a few drops of blood on this sheepskin scroll, and then burn it with your own Yang fire, the words in this sheepskin scroll will naturally fill your mind, uncle. "

After listening to Wang Mang, he looked at the turtle monster with a hint of admiration. Don't look at the turtle monster's short stature and not surprising appearance, but the knowledge in his mind is as vast and profound as the ocean.

Wang Mang stacked the seven or eight sheepskins in order. With a thought, Luoluo's armored hand armor faded, and the tip of the index finger of his right hand suddenly made a cut, and drops of red blood fell on the pale yellow sheepskin. on.