Wang Jinlong looked at his palm.

The palm lines are like winding rivers, flowing with rich and exquisite golden light.

"No! This is not a palm pattern! I have a broken palm! Both hands! There is no such pattern in my palm!"

The palm lines of his hands were naturally bent and condensed into a swastika.

Just as Wang Jinlong muttered to himself, the swastika gradually dimmed and disappeared little by little, and the lines in the palm of his palm changed to a broken palm again.

The golden light slowly flowing under the skin also gradually penetrated into the muscle texture little by little, and disappeared into the bones.

Wang Jinlong vaguely remembered something, patted his bald head, and looked around.

Several samatt boys woke up slowly.

"Oh, it hurts so much, all the bones in my body are broken."

"My clothes are torn. I just bought them. It's a brand new imitation, famous brand!"

"My hairstyle is just made of tin foil perm, two hundred and eight! The smoke gray is gone!"

Wang Jinlong said lightly: "It would be great if you can save your life!"

Several Shamatts shuddered.

"Yes! What exactly are those bald heads just now? Their eyes are so evil!"

"It seems to be the body-taking mentioned in the novel."

"Thank you for the muscle golden wheel, thank you for the muscle golden wheel. Brothers, please like, follow, and give me some rewards."

"Yes, yes, great kindness and great virtue cannot be rewarded, so I can only have three consecutive ones."

Wang Jinlong smiled and shook his head, ignoring these brainless teenagers.

Well, he is indeed a brainless teenager.

Although the rescue was very timely, the capture of the dark spirits still caused indelible trauma to their spirits.

For a long time, they will have a little mental disorder and a weird brain circuit.

Wang Jinlong raised his hand and carried a quaint horse lantern, walking around the street.

The teenagers of Shamatt were all stunned.

"What are the great gods doing?"

"Can't it be an exorcist?"

"Do you have to read a few words, the Holy Light is fooling us?"

Only one of the Shamatt boys stared at him in disbelief.

He found something was wrong with the flames in the lantern.

That's not a normal flame.

The fire stamen does not leaps up and down, but rotates slowly like a rotating wheel.

During the rotation, stars of light gathered from all directions and sank into the fire.

Wang Jinlong also saw the strange appearance of the boy Shamatt, and immediately grinned, revealing his eight white teeth.

"Boy, you have great wisdom. Do you want to practice with me?"

When Shamatt heard this, his eyes suddenly glowed.

But before he could speak, a buddy next to him asked first: "Can you not flirt with girls and drink and go to bartenders in the future?"

Wang Jinlong smiled and shook his head, continued to search for fragments of his soul, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The wisdom-minded Shamat struggled for a while.

"Let go! This is my chance! My chance!"

"Brother, you are the only one who can pass the three generations of your family. I can't watch you do stupid things!"

"It's not a fool... I seemed to have been hit in the battle just now, and I still don't feel it."

"where?"

"Where? It must be there! Where else can you touch it! Get out of the coolest way!"

"Then you go and find the muscle golden wheel as soon as possible. Maybe you can practice magic skills and you can still connect there."

"Get out! It's not broken!"

...

There are more and more extraordinary abilities like Wang Jinlong who have soul furnaces.

They wander around the world, illuminating the darkness with faint light, and slaughtering gods with the bodies of mortals.

Yang Muyun watched light spots gather from all directions, falling into the soul furnace bit by bit, and all kinds of clues became clearer and clearer.

"The Dead Sea? The Golden Cabinet? The Pangskin Scrolls? What's the secret inside..."

Yang Muyun has been searching for the Dead Sea Scrolls.

But no one has seen this thing before.

What Westerners like most is to tamper with history and fabricate history.

Even if this thing really exists, I don’t know how many imitations are made of fake cultural relics in Westerners.

There is no accurate positioning of extraterritorial creatures.

They only know that the items are in this world, but this world is too big.

If it is another world, they can still make great efforts to mobilize people from the whole world to search, but the earth is different.

The world controls everything, and extraordinary existences can only crawl in front of the state machine.

Yang Muyun is different. He has worldly relationships and energy.

While choosing the right people, he gave them a soul furnace, and went to all parts of the world to eradicate the spirits outside the domain in exchange for energy.

While mobilizing Xu Hong to search everywhere in the antique world, searching for everything that is related to the Golden Ark of the Covenant.

Yang Muyun also deliberately left a small group of extraterrestrial creatures and followed them, waiting for them to find the Golden Ark of the Covenant and then the mantis stalked the cicada oriole behind.

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Time passed day by day, but I still found nothing.

"These extraterritorial creatures are becoming more and more smart, and the spirits sent here are becoming more and more cunning, so it is difficult to catch them."

I haven't had a new soul for a long time.

Yang Muyun was a little helpless. The speed of the six reincarnations was maintained at a certain threshold, and the accumulated energy also reached a critical point.

The reincarnation faintly appeared in the void, and the fireworks were shining, as thick as if they were about to condense into mist.

But it was always a little bit short of being able to complete this transformation.

Yang Muyun knew that if these lights could condense into substance, they would light up the dense runes on the six realms of reincarnation, and then some mysterious power would be activated and a better soul would emerge.

But so long has passed, the soul furnace has never been able to cross that line.

There are many souls stuffed into it, but they are all ordinary souls that are insignificant.

If you want to start the fourth speed of the six realms of reincarnation, you must have an important soul.

"It's useless to boil a frog in warm water. You have to detonate and make some big moves to break through this limit."

Thinking of this, Yang Muyun was even more heart-wrenching.

Maintaining the high speed of the six paths of reincarnation is also very expensive.

If you cannot break through again, once the combustion cannot keep up, you will slow down.

The Dark World has been slaughtered over and over again, and the army of dinosaurs has flown all over the sky and is walking everywhere. They are cleaning up the indigenous creatures of the Dark World every day, and are slaughtered by the indigenous creatures, contributing a large amount of fuel to the soul furnace and various excellent mutant genes.

"The dark world can no longer be harvested, which world should we harvest?"

There are many creatures in the villain world, and there are many high-quality souls and even gods. If the world is destroyed and squeezed out in one wave, let alone the fourth gear, it is not impossible to go in the fifth gear.

As she thought about it, Yang Muyun couldn't help but sneer.

Then, his eyes froze and he hummed in a dull voice.

The Buddha's light emerged, the black dragon and white tiger protected the left and right, and with great wisdom, great perseverance and great power, it cut off the thoughts that emerged in their hearts and destroyed them.

"I finally know why the gods always destroy the world. It turns out that the temptation of destroying the world is so great... I can't control it at all..."
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