Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang sat down cross-legged looking at the group of corpses gradually disappearing into the sky.

After thinking about it in my heart, giving my guitar to the corpse king with musical talent is a good use!

What's more, that ordinary acoustic guitar not only won the smooth passage of his party, but also got a cyan stone the size of a tennis ball.

Wang Mang's palm gently stroked the fine edges and corners of the bluestone, and then he squeezed it. The bluestone is not big in size, but not small in weight.

Approximately two to three kilograms, Wang Mang's unusual weight, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he habitually rubbed his chin.

This bluestone can be regarded as the most favorite item by the corpse king. This value is definitely not small, but where is this value reflected?

Wang Mang looked at this ordinary bluestone and looked at it from several angles, but he did not find the uniqueness of this stone.

Wang Mang simply put away the bluestone, but just as soon as he put it in his pocket, he suddenly slapped his head.

To Qian Xiaobai, who was driving underneath, shouted, "Xiaobai, what is the stone that the corpse king just gave you? Do you know what it's useful for?"

Qian Xiaobai opened the window of the car and drove skillfully. Hearing the question Wang Mang shouted, he thought about it carefully and said, "Brother Mang, I still don't know the specific usage of this stone. Try to pour mental energy into it. Stone, our corpse king has a special object, that's how it is used."

Wang Mang did not ask Qian Xiaobai carefully about what special object he was talking about. He just heard the infusion of spiritual power, and he showed hesitation on his face.

In the past few days, he almost died in the dead space constructed by that secret book. If he wants to use his spiritual power like this now, Wang Mang is really a little cautious and worried.

Wang Mang rubbed the bluestone, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and threw most of the remaining cigarettes to the ground.

Only one-fifth of his mental power enters it. Once there is any danger, he immediately cuts off the connection between mental powers, and absolutely cannot repeat the mistakes of the last time!

Wang Mang was determined. He closed his eyes tightly and held the hand of the bluestone. He also added a bit of strength. The invisible mental power was like a small stream of spring pouring into the bluestone.

The worst case expected did not happen. As soon as that little mental energy entered the bluestone, it suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Just like the body is soaking in a warm hot spring, the pores of the whole body are opened one after another, and you feel the unique comfort of the hot spring!

The expression on Wang Mang’s face is a bit of enjoyment, filled with the spiritual power of bluestone

Entangled in a small empty space,

The entire space is filled with a mist of gas, and there is a strange liquid condensed by a trace of green mist at the bottom of the space.

Wang Mang’s mental power moves irregularly along the stone walls of the space. Every time he goes around the space, his spiritual comfort is enhanced by one point!

Wang Mang took a deep breath, retracted his mental strength, and opened his eyes in amazement.

How long is this? ! The little spiritual power that I poured into the bluestone was increased by one-tenth! !

Wang Mang couldn't help but wonder, this is only three to five minutes, his mental power can grow so much, what if the time is extended? Then, can one's mental power produce a qualitative change from quantitative change?

Wang Mang conceived boldly, and even himself was shocked by the conclusion. This situation is completely possible!