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Chapter 668: On how chatterbox is developed

"So you want to fight me?" The Emperor's bloodline in Luo Feng's body expressed disdain for this grafted Emperor's bloodline just like his expression.

Gilgamesh spread his hands and said, "Don't get excited. Isn't it possible that besides fighting and killing, warriors can't have some friendly exchanges?"

"so what?"

"I am actually a civilized person. Before I was grafted with the imperial bloodline, I was a little mercenary. I went to various battlefields to earn a little money all day long."

"I finally got this rare and powerful bloodline. You said it would be a loss if I died so early."

Luo Feng was so shocked by these remarks that he couldn't even say a word.

Looking at the approaching black mist, which seemed to have no intention of stopping, Luo Feng glanced at Gilgamesh.

"What's going on with the black mist?"

"That thing you are talking about," Gilgamesh said lightly, "it seems that one of the Damocles stones has mutated."

"Isn't it because you have internal strife with the Cyber ​​Royal Family?"

"What? I'm just bored here. I want to follow Poseidon," Gilgamesh said with a smile on his face. "I'm a free man, at least most free men."

"Is this the black mist released by the Damocles Stone?" Luo Feng looked serious, "What on earth is going on?"

"It should be... some kind of bloodline ability. It seems to have a phagocytic effect. It seems to be quite strong. It can also release an invisible sound wave that can affect the air warrior's air sea, causing an out-of-control situation."

"That's it," Luo Feng was stunned.

Bloodline abilities similar to Sonic are very rare. The sisters he saved in the Wufang Mountain Realm seemed to have this ability as well.

"Are you leaving?" Gilgamesh said disappointedly, "It is estimated that many interesting characters will appear here soon. You see, this black fog will definitely continue to spread. Who knows when it will stop."

"Of course, I hope it spreads as big and as possible as possible, swallowing up the entire southern barbarian realm. That must be a unique scene. I get so excited just thinking about it."

"Has anyone ever told you that you really talk a lot?" Luo Feng picked up Amber again, "You can play with yourself, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Luo Feng continued to run towards the outside.

"Don't be so aloof. We all have the same noble blood now. Maybe we will all sit on the throne of the pinnacle of martial arts in the future and become interesting and friendly neighbors."

Luo Feng chuckled and said, "Then let me remind you, before you reach the peak of martial arts, it is best to stay away from that guy Di Wushuang. He does not allow anyone with the ability of the Emperor's blood to appear."

"So, are you caring about me?"

Gilgamesh waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'm so strong, I won't die so easily. After all... my setting is a proper diaosi counterattack. Think about it, I can embark on martial arts in the future.

I’m so excited when I’m at the peak.”

"Is this guy a typical middle-schooler?" Luo Feng was speechless, but he didn't want to talk to this weird chatterbox anymore.

"I don't know how the others are doing now, whether they came out of the black fog in time."

"How far will this black mist spread, and when will it stop?"

Too many worries made Luo Feng uneasy.

Is this happening to Damocles stone? It must be the first time.

Undoubtedly, this also warns the warriors of the new era that the Damocles Stone is a typical Pandora's box. No one can guarantee whether it is a nightmare or an epoch-making surprise.

"Power is a double-edged sword, but isn't it very interesting? In the new era, warriors will be revitalized," Gilgamesh continued to chirp.

"Ji Wudao, are you at the second level of the Emperor's bloodline? Have you finished opening the body cultivation vein gate?" Gilgamesh asked curiously.

"What about you?" Luo Feng said, "It shouldn't have been long since you were grafted with blood. What kind of strength do you have now?"

"Secret, I won't tell you."

"Then there's no need for me to tell you. Since you're not my enemy, then don't follow me."

"It's okay. Anyway, it's just idle time. It's not easy to meet someone with the same blood. You don't know that it's like you have found a soulmate."

"I have to say, Ji Wudao, you are really a friendly partner. Di Wushuang should be just like you, a good person, right?"

"Won't you know when you meet him?" Luo Feng was so upset by the noise.

"That's right," Gilgamesh said thoughtfully, "There's so much commotion here, I feel like it should attract Di Wushuang, and maybe Di Ryuzaki will come too, tsk tsk tsk, if that's the case, that would be so interesting.

."

"Interesting, do you think it's interesting that four Imperial bloodlines appear here at the same time? Don't you know what the simultaneous appearance of the Imperial bloodlines means?"

The Imperial bloodline is like a lonely lion, always walking alone. When the Imperial bloodline meets, it is imprinted deep in the genes, and the desire to look at each other and cannibalize it will increase over time.

Luo Feng even suspected that such a powerful bloodline should have been prosperous. It was precisely because of this defective gene imprinted in the bones that the Emperor's bloodline was so rare today.

This also proves the old saying that there is no perfect existence in the world. If there is, it is a flaw in itself.

Gilgamesh said leisurely, "I know, but think about it, in front of so many forces, with four sets of Imperial bloodline standing in front of them, it will no longer be a bunker."

"Your ideas are really weird."

After saying that, Luo Feng ignored him.

This black fog eroding the mainland lasted for several hours, and finally at Sunset Xishan, its area was conservatively estimated by Luo Feng to be close to dozens of miles.

"It seems to have stopped," Gilgamesh sat on a boulder on the top of the mountain, looking at the black fog that had stopped but not dissipated in front of him, and turned to look at Luo Feng.

At this time Luo Feng was checking Amber's condition.

My own Imperial bloodline seems to have a certain resistance to the black mist, but what about Amber?

After checking, Luo Feng was surprised to find that Amber did not seem to be as bad as he thought. There were signs of recovery within the past few hours, and the air sea gradually stabilized.

"This beautiful young lady seems to be extraordinary. She absorbed the strange black mist and survived and showed signs of recovery."

"It should be the body of the God of War," Luo Feng secretly guessed.

The body of the God of War possesses self-healing power and vitality that are unrivaled even by the Emperor's bloodline. Although it is not resistant to the black mist, it shows signs of expelling the black mist from the carrier's body as time goes by.

"Hey, Cao Cao is here. Ji Wudao, look who that is!"

Jimmegal jumped up excitedly and pointed to the sky where the golden ocean bloomed in the distance.

Luo Feng looked over, his face darkened, and he secretly shouted, "No, an old monster is here!"

All I could see was the sky of the golden ocean, and a golden shadow turned out to be a foot formation, coming towards this side at an astonishing speed.
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