"Oh! My waist is really going to break."

Whenever the moment when the joints are tight, a man who suffers face and lives will never be able to say "I can't do it." However, according to the frequency of pile drivers like Qishilang, let alone the inescapable waist and legs, the iron-like fact also proves that Luo Zhengdao's half-baked law is not an invincible Iron King Kong. No matter how you try, it's okay. He was lucky to taste the so-called ecstasy taste of ecstasy. Needless to say, the Tifflin girl who was passionate, with a strong and powerful thigh and waist like a large cat, and the corridor was tighter than a super combination of juicer and vacuum cleaner. She asked him eight times in one night, and it took five or six hours tossed together.

Sure enough, there are only exhausted cows in the world and no broken fields. This matter is like a tear of bitterness!

Having said that, this hand-to-hand combat is indeed very effective. After months of continuous bloody battles, Luo Zhengdao's negative emotions accumulated in the state of killing were gone. He suddenly realized why most veterans in the battlefield in the old world spent the money they earned from their lives on the fallen women. It is unpredictable to go to the battlefield, and they don't know who will get the advantage in the end if they try to save money. If they don't find a channel to relieve their emotions, the fear, hatred, depression, depression and other negative emotions accumulated deep in their hearts can directly drive people crazy.

"Hey, Your Majesty is summoning meritorious warriors, and it's your turn next."

Luo Zhengdao, who was out of physical activity, was called his name, as if the devil of the messenger handed him a license plate. This scene gave him a strong sense of déjà vu. Is this arriving at the bank? He secretly complained about the numbering system of hell, and Luo Zhengdao paid attention to sorting out his appearance, and followed a devil guard to call his license plate.

The pressure from the throne was not Luo Zhengdao's illusion. He only had to kneel on one knee to greet him. Respecting the strong is to respect his life.

"Well Nidham, right? You have made a lot of contributions, what rewards should you redeem?"

In front of this great devil who was so powerful that he could not defeat a god, Luo Zhengdao's attitude was very subtle and said:

“…I hope to return to the main material world, I have a lot of things I haven’t finished.”

It is not a good idea to ask for a portal scroll directly. Amodis will definitely not take an arcane scroll seriously, but it is too difficult to understand its mood. Luo Zhengdao did not want to be kicked out. He asked about the time of the recent group of main material creatures who joined the bloody battle. It has been almost a year since he was involved in Aphonus. God knows what the Wick Reef will be like when he lost the Lord. Luo Zhengdao is eager to go back and clean up the mess. He hopes that it will be too late to take action now!

Suddenly, Amodis, who made a low laugh, looked at Luo Zhengdao who was kneeling under the steps on one knee and said:

"Yes, you have accumulated a lot of merits, go find the quarconian!"

The sudden good news made Luo Zhengdao a little nervous. After he stood up to express his gratitude to Amodis, he went to find the devil's quartermaster. However, he knew that a playful smile appeared on the face of the big devil behind him.

"Soldier, the battle situation has been fierce recently, the space is unstable, and the teleportation will be disturbed. Are you sure you want to start teleportation?"

Hearing very bad news from the quarantine, Luo Zhengdao's heart immediately sank, and his smile couldn't help but sigh and bitter. He knew very well what the portal was unstable. He might be thrown into an unknown alien dimension and drifted for a lifetime. However, time really couldn't be delayed. He took a few deep breaths in a row, and Luo Zhengdao nodded and said:

"Yes, I'm sure I'll start teleporting."

For the devil's quarconian, it is only responsible for distributing materials. As for whether the person who receives the materials uses self-kill or kills the enemy, it has nothing to do with it. The devil said with a grim smile at this time:

"Okay! Good luck, human."

Bloody battles have no time! For hell or abyss creatures, it is a trivial matter to not be able to teleport for a few months or years, but the significance for Luo Zhengdao is completely different. After careful consideration, he tore the portal scroll that he tore in the empty wilderness.

"Buzz--"

Accompanied by the slight beeping, a circular aperture between gold and yellow appeared, which was much smaller than the blood-red portal that Luo Zhengdao saw on Wick Reef. After calming down his mood, Luo Zhengdao stepped towards the portal. At this point, he had only had a bet on luck.

"Uh, is it a turbulence? Mistomatic protection!"

The feeling of orderly space transmission is just like the whole body is immersed in warm water. You can vaguely feel a strong force bound to appear around you. Soon, a situation that Luo Zhengdao has been worried about also appeared.

In an instant, these comfortable warm water turned into the rapid flowing melt water of glaciers, wrapped in the huge cold and turbulent force, and the terror surged in my heart. Luo Zhengdao hurriedly activated the preparation method to save himself. Idiots who knew that the action was risky but did not take precautions were not often seen. So what was the difference between suicide?

In a special environment without air and gravity, the pressure inside the human body is enough to produce great destructive power, and the blood and brain in the body will break through the skull like an exploded egg. I knew that if there was a mistake in the transmission, it would inevitably face huge risks, but it was never so close to death. In addition to being shocked, Luo Zhengdao instinctively sought strength to protect his own safety.

The thick mucus foam of a big bunch of thick mucus foam spewed out from his pores. The white foam that solidified into a hard shell quickly wrapped Luo Zhengdao in a cavity formed by white foam, avoiding his death from a special environment due to the explosion. Then, Luo Zhengdao activated the last insurance measure, and countless silver silk threads sprayed out from his body, wrapping him tightly, looking like a super-large silk cocoon from a distance. No matter how violent the space turbulence was, it was not as powerful as destroying the silk cocoon generated by the power of the magic card. Luo Zhengdao was temporarily safe, and the decision he made was undoubtedly correct.

Entering an unknown realm filled with nothingness and turbulence, when he sensed the threat of death, he launched three levels of preparatory measures and successfully saved his life. The rest depends on luck.

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"Oh guys, come and see, what I found!"

A Gisyanki spacecraft salvaged a strange-looking cocoon in the void, and the excited discoverer shouted to his companions to help him get the drift into the Astral spacecraft.

In an eternal lonely and cold place, the star world is by no means a good place to cultivate one's own nature. Those fallen gods turned into islands in the star world floating in the vast void. A few gods who were so lucky that they could survive the slim chance of the salted fish resurrected again. Most of the fallen gods were waiting in the star world for the old glory to be worn away by endless time until they fell into the Styx River and turned into nothing.

The astral world is extremely harsh in the environment, but it has raised many creatures to reproduce and survive here. Apart from the evil spirits like gods, it is hard to say whether it is considered a creature. The only intelligent race that lives here is the Githyanki.

These strange creatures with similar appearances, but their hair is far less developed than those of the goblins, and their sharp ears and floppy noses were originally a group of slave races enslaved by the heart-fighting demons. Later, they escaped from the control of their brutal masters by chance, but they also paid a heavy price for it.

The original Gith race had internal conflicts during this escape. After a fierce civil war, it split into two opposing factions, the Githzerai and Githyanki. They gained a new life of freedom, and then broke out in civil war and broke out. The plot of this divine turning point was so bloody that it was hard to judge whether it was worth it or not.

After nearly a month of helpless drifting in the Astrology, Luo Zhengdao's white cocoon was extremely lucky to be dragged back to the temporary camp of the Githyanki people by the Astrology spacecraft. These professional scavengers will set up such temporary camps when they are far away from their fortresses to search for ruins or plunder other worlds, and use them as the center of the circle. The Githyanki people's camp is built on a large, barren and lonely rock. Just looking at the appearance, it is even more deserted than Wick Reef. God knows that the Githyanki people living here survived by eating something. Are they the legendary magical race of Chinese food and wind and dew?

"Well, there is a breath of life here, which seems to be very powerful."

The old-looking Githyanki savager placed his hand on this strange calla. He closed his eyes and concentrated his spiritual power to sense the internal situation, and finally gave the answer he knew. Hearing the words of the Githyanki, several Githyankis present immediately asked:

"The breath of creatures? Are the creatures in the cocoon still alive?"

"Strong? Why do you sleep in a cocoon?"

Hearing these noisy questions, the person who was concerned did not answer immediately. He pondered for a while and said:

"Well, I felt a weak and powerful aura, which was really an incomprehensible strange guy. Fortunately, I didn't feel the danger. It shouldn't be a monster. Let me try to wake him up!"

Although the New World is a background of swords and magic. The fantasy world of scenery, arcane is not the only extraordinary power here. The Gissians' proficiency in the theory of spiritual power is not inferior to arcane, and it is much stronger than the warlock who relies solely on blood. The two descendants of the Gissians inherited the spiritual power of their ancestors. Whether they were the Gissyankis or the Gisszerres, they were all good at controlling the spiritual power.
Chapter completed!