I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 233 233. Er Ji

According to military regulations, those infected by weapon disasters need to enter the [Spiritual Transformation Pool] for purification.

Because the 'weapon disaster' is a spiritual virus, any spiritual master who is infected with the 'weapon disaster' will have his sanity more or less affected and gradually become violent and murderous.

At the same time, the spiritual weapon will also produce autonomous consciousness, which may not be controlled by the owner of the weapon.

If someone deliberately fails to report the information and chooses to be purified, although he will not be sentenced to death, he will still be stripped of his military rank and serve several years in prison.

After all, history has proven that most people infected with weapon disasters cannot control the violent murderous intent in their hearts, and eventually become a killing machine, and may even be turned into masters by mutated spiritual weapons.

Of course, the reason why they are the majority is that there are a small number of people with truly firm wills, or people with special spiritual weapon abilities. They can suppress weapon disasters, and even use weapon disasters to further improve their combat power. Floors.

It is also for this reason that after some people are infected with the weapon disaster, under the temptation of huge benefits, they feel that they are determined and can be among the few people who can suppress the weapon disaster.

"rumble--"

The magma is boiling, and the blond man and horse in the center of the volcano stand quietly,

The fierce flames under the horses' hooves spread continuously to form circles of flames. The temperature of the air rose little by little, evaporating a large amount of gray mist.

The mist is a high-concentration evil force, surrounding the long red waist and concave and convex upper body of the centaur, flowing through the perfect mountains covered by the golden holy armor, along the white collarbone, and condensing into a black rune of Dao Yuan between the eyebrows of the beautiful face.

【Eji Pegasus】

This was Xize Walker's spiritual weapon. After being infected by the weapon disaster, he evolved very powerful abilities, but this was what made Pang Xize angry.

This ability caused the concentration of evil around Er Ji's body to be so high that he, as the master, could not get close to it, let alone use it.

"Bernard, how long will it take for the high-grade Er Lingzhu to be successfully manufactured?" Pang Xize hung small glasses on the bridge of his thick nose. He held a cigar in his black right hand with a mechanical prosthesis and flicked the ashes.

"My lord, please give me another week."

The tall and thin man with a bamboo pole stood behind him with his hands behind his hands, and said in a respectful voice, "Now that the A-level spirit paper that has become a spirit has been caught, the laboratory is a bit indistinguishable."

High-level evil spirit beads can effectively solve the evil force problem around Erji Pegasus, but forming a high-level evil spirit bead is not that easy.

"Five days, you still have five days at most." Pang Xize said coldly.

"Yes." The bamboo pole man did not dare to refute.

Pang Xize turned his head and looked at the shadow of Han Ying who was always standing respectfully in the distance: "What's the matter?"

"Report to Lord Walker." Han Ying swallowed and told the story about Burning Heaven Temple entering the star wheel and the fire being stolen by two mysterious men and women.

"waste!"

"!" Han Ying's breath stopped and he lowered his head, too scared to speak.

Suppressing the emotion that was about to get angry, Pang Xize's face darkened. Recent things were really not going well.

The mess in the garden has yet to be concluded. Wei Shutong and his son were framed and escaped, and the fire related to the opening of the Fourth Divine Treasure was intercepted by a mysterious person.

Fortunately, the high-level Er Lingzhu is about to be completed. As long as he can control the Er Ji Tianma, his combat power will be greatly improved, and he will be ready to compete for the fourth divine treasure.

"Han Ying, continue to track down Xia Feng."

Pang Xize waved his hand, "Bernard, absorb the knowledge of that [A-level spiritual paper] as soon as possible. Create a high-level evil spirit bead."

"Okay, everyone, please step aside."

"yes!"

The two men clasped their fists, and the illusory figure flashed and disappeared.

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The ever-flowing sea, the capsule boat sails quietly.

Xia Feng lay in the cabin, bearing the weight of her breasts, feeling increasingly depressed.

He twisted his neck and muttered: "Miss Mu, sooner or later I will have to suffocate you to death. Can't you move down a little?"

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes were slightly lowered, and she glanced at the face of the man in her arms, expressionless: "Mr. Xia, I am doing this to better control the direction of the capsule ship and prevent it from rolling over."

Next, Mu Qingtong gave Xia Feng some science knowledge on the operating principles of the capsule ship.

Originally, the capsule ship belonged to one driver, and it was very easy to operate. The various sensing elements on the bulkhead were completely covered on the driver's body, and could sensitively sense the driver's movements, thereby simultaneously allowing the capsule ship to turn, accelerate, and even Drift and other operations.

But now there are two pilots, and the sensing elements on the bulkhead cannot completely cover their bodies. This requires the cooperation and integration of Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng's bodies.

Just like a bicycle, Xia Feng's neck and head are equivalent to the center column on the front wheel, and handlebars are needed on both sides for directional control.

The purpose of Mu Qingtong's clamp on his head was to control the direction.

After listening to Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng felt a little explosive, "Ahem, so that's it, Miss Mu, I originally thought you were eating me tofu on purpose~"

"Oh? So, do you hate me pressing you down like this?" Mu Qingtong lowered her beautiful eyes and stared at him quietly.

"Of course!" Xia Feng said what he meant and what he said was righteous.

Mu Qingtong was used to Xia Feng's shamelessness. After thinking for a moment, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Mr. Xia, didn't I like it when I saw you molesting Yue Hongli just now?"

"You - don't talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for slander!"

"Also, I said, this is not obscenity! This is strategic deterrence!"

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After listening to Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully, "I have to say, Miss Mu, what you said makes sense. I am not astringent, but the result of being controlled by genes!"

Xia Feng felt a sudden realization. He felt a little embarrassed at first, but now that he thought about it, what was wrong with being attached to motherhood?

That's right!

"Okay, just understand." Mu Qingtong patted his head and said softly, "Don't rub it randomly. It will itch and easily affect my condition."

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"I know, I know, can you please stop patting me on the head?"

Mu Qingtong's eyes were calm and she ignored him. She looked at the screen in front of her and concentrated on driving.

Xia Feng raised his eyes and glanced at the delicate collarbone and white chin of the woman in black skirt. There was no sign of blushing or shyness.

After observing this for several days, this woman didn't seem to feel any shame at all.

This made Xia Feng feel a strange sense of frustration. He was made blushing, but on the other hand, the witch looked like a normal person.

"Mr. Xia, I have to speed up."

But at this moment, a soft voice came from his head. Before Xia Feng could react, the woman in the black dress had already grabbed his hands and wrists, and a strong pushing feeling hit his back.

"Enter full speed mode——" as the mechanical female voice,

Xia Feng felt that the bulkheads around him suddenly shrank and tightened, completely leaving no space in the cabin, making it difficult to breathe, and causing sluggishness in the operation of spiritual pressure.

"W-Wait a minute! Not so fast!"

Hearing Xia Feng's slightly panicked tone, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and glanced down. Instead of slowing down, she raised the corners of her lips and directly pressed the red button representing the highest speed.

Whoosh——

In the blue ocean current, a fire-colored stream of light ignited around the capsule ship. Countless afterimages appeared at a rapid speed, and disappeared into the end of the pitch-black ocean current in the blink of an eye.