Dimensional Eroders

It was late at night, and after communicating with Feng Ying, Bailang suddenly realized that he had found the way forward, so he left the Rogge camp alone, and under the projection of the dark red night sky, he stepped into the safe zone where the undead were rampant.

He put the earphones into his ears, tightened his collar, grabbed a cup of hot coffee, listened to the brisk Funk tune, and shook his head following the rhythm. Zombie Welcome Avenue.

Gently push away the claws of the corpses in front of you, and the zombies passing by flashed past one by one while the wave shoulders swayed. They smiled and greeted them who worked hard to guard the main roads of the camp 24 hours a day, and finally disappeared when the street lights went out. end of the road.

Such a swagger in the market naturally attracted the attention of little monsters and wild beasts.

But it's a pity that this place is still in a safe zone, and there are no dangerous monsters. Even though his hearing was already immersed in the music with a strong sense of rhythm, his perception data was still not covered. He pulled out a pistol from his waist with his left hand, and pulled the trigger towards the five o'clock direction behind him without even needing to aim. A sneaky beast scared away countless weak chickens around it.

When Bailang swayed all the way, drank the coffee in his hand and discarded it casually, he had already walked out of the safe zone, and not far from the opposite side, there happened to be a huge group of monsters, under the scarlet moonlight. Glowing eyes pointed at himself.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, Bailang couldn't feel any excitement in his heart, instead he was full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit!

He just slightly pressed the remote control in his hand, and there were bursts of screams from the opposite side. Then he pressed it continuously, and the group of monsters on the opposite side began to riot, and finally realized, 'Who is the father? ’ This serious question.

That's right, this group of more than 50 'monster gangs', whose aura alone makes nearby monsters dare not approach them, is the thriving 'Wild Healing Church'.

Twenty meters away, under the command of 'Zhun Yadaimu-Fugui Maru', four powerful warlords rushed over carrying the 'Evil Energy Totem' which they hadn't seen for a long time.

Bailang coldly glanced at this rare super-large group of fallen demons. He didn't talk nonsense, but switched to the song "Superstar in a Chaotic World" for himself, then turned around coolly, with all his hair swaying in the lingering wind, he twisted his waist and stepped on the road. Amid the self-hypnotizing sound of the BGM, he strode forward on an empty road without looking back, and walked out of a domineering posture that his relatives would not recognize!

Behind him, dozens of fallen demons, big and small, old and young, followed spontaneously.

At this moment, the stingy Bailang also spent a little bit of 'power of faith', with the help of the cross 'faith server' behind him, to share the spiritual link for all the 'healing believers', and shared and played "Superstar in a Chaotic World" in his head, and instantly had a wonderful experience. With the general momentum!

This group of fallen demons from other worlds can't understand Cantonese at all, and they can't understand the profound artistic conception in it. But the passionate and high-pitched music tunes can be heard and felt by all intelligent life in the universe. This phenomenon is called 'empathy'!

In the next second, the wind and the clouds are all-powerful, and the waves rush freely, and the fallen demon behind them looks up; The world is turned upside down, and Lang decides to write the law to heal the church...

Behind the leading brother who walked with the wind, surrounded by a large group of extraordinary and imposing, like a group of perverted demon horses who went to the next block for an outing. Their eyes are like unruly wild wolves, and they hold pots and pans with knives, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, forming a mighty torrent, shocking the world!

Countless monsters nearby were forced back by this invincible momentum, dodging in the corner trembling, not daring to offend.

(Note: This place is on the outskirts of the safe zone, full of low-level garbage. Lang has truly become invincible!)

In the group of fallen demons behind them, the warlords, wizards, and other strong men, including Fuguiwan, have all been implanted with 'pacemakers', so they don't worry about betrayal at all.

And those new members of the Fallen Devil who joined the Healing Church and successfully escaped Bailang's "surgery claws" and did not accept the ruthless beating of reality, each of them had a murderous light in their eyes, and wanted to attack this arrogant human being who broke through the sky from behind. The companions around him beat him crazily, and soon lost his mind, and passively knew his father.

There is a reason why there are so few magic numbers assembled this time.

While listening to Feng Ying's teachings, Bailang also communicated with his "cross" and issued an order to the Healing Church. The boss moved his mouth, and Ma Zai ran and broke his leg. A large number of believers climbed up from the bed, went forward without fear of life and death, and finally subdued three burly and strong 'green-skinned undead' with human heads.

As a price, a large number of juniors were seriously injured and were discarded in abandoned factories to recuperate, while the horsemen who were still alive came out to meet the boss. At this moment, amidst the explosive music, Lang led the juniors to the bottom of a big boss, looking up. Looking at the building hundreds of meters above.

Because of the lack of electricity, the all-powerful superstar Bailang had to climb the stairs on two feet.

After more than ten minutes of climbing, Bailang took the lead to climb to the top with the encouragement of the BGM. This is the tallest building in the vicinity, with a full 50 floors, perfect for 'stealing secrets'.

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The core of "Rooting the Heaven's Secret" is to perform extreme coquettish operations in the dying state!

For ordinary people, when you are really put to death and infinitely close to death, your personal time speed will slow down and enter a state similar to "bullet time", and then squeeze out the limit of your potential like a volcanic eruption. Chengren's method of practicing magic.

On the fringes of the upper echelon, fighting a fist of death is the cheapest and easiest choice to meet the conditions.

But don't think that everyone who tries to steal the secrets can just stand on the edge of a tall building and punch all night like the protagonist in the novel. This is simply nonsense.

The real painting style of magic practice is that the legs are soft and the feet are soft and unable to stand still, and then shrink back cowardly, which accounts for about 60%; and then 35% break through the barrier of fear, take that step bravely, and start practicing boxing, because Falling down for various reasons, pia jittering, falling to death.

The remaining 5% practitioners, who have experienced many battles and are as stable as old dogs, can dance ballet against the wind on the edge of the roof, but is this the end? of course not! How can a person not get his shoes wet while walking by the river?

Human beings are inherently erroneous animals, and there is absolutely no such thing as perfection. Fighting all night, with high concentration all the time, how can it be possible not to slip for such a long time? So... slap!

Therefore, the correct way to open the 'Rooting the Heaven's Secret'... is to drop everyone to death!

The protagonists who can survive and break through are all fake. They don't break through the limit by strength, but by cheating! By the author! This kind of person, even if they don't install B gold-plated on the edge of the roof, they still have hundreds of adventures to complete the upgrade breakthrough.

This kind of "robbing the sky" has no soul!

However, Brother Lang is different. He has made it to this day, thanks to his sweat and hard work a hundred times better than others. This is the real talent and real learning! Step by step, Lang has come to this day, and he came up with solid efforts! The foundation is indestructible, no one can accuse him of this, he works hard and never hangs up!

A protagonist who is not conscious of falling to death is also worthy of stealing secrets? !

The protagonist who has never fallen to his death is also called Thief? !

And Lang, with the awareness of breaking the boat and trying his life, set foot on this strange rooftop!