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Recycling Bin In Fantasy World

Muchuan accidentally got a magical box that couldn't be thrown away no matter how hard he lost it. He accidentally entered the fantasy realm of rules and became an apostle of the fantasy realm who walks between the fantasy realm and reality. The fantasy realm with the highest death rate, too little information? It doesn't matter, I have a recycling bin, and you can exchange it for information if you give me some good stuff. The skills are too rare and the combat power is too difficult to increase. It doesn't matter, recycling bins recycle all kinds of garbage at high prices, and they have all the skills. The magical props led the apostles to kill each other. You guys go ahead and play, I have ten more items that are better than this one. Just when Muchuan was traveling through the fantasy world, thinking that this box was the golden finger of his life... then he discovered that he was involved in a greater crisis by this box. Destiny is blocked, and only with your own light can you break through the fog!

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129 Chs

Chapter 126

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Yan Shao turned his head, with a calm face, and said with a faint smile:

"You don't think I'm as stupid as Di Xiong, do you? I have teammates."

With that said, Yan Shao picked up the phone.

A rough voice came from the other end of the phone: "How's it going? Have you got the stuff?"

"If you encounter a little trouble, if I don't call you back within five minutes, just blow it up."

"Detonate... I'm so numb. Who doesn't have eyes? I'll come over and chop him to death right now."

Yan Shao said coldly: "You are an apostle, don't take any chances.

If I can't come back, I'll drag them to death. "

"Grass!" is a plant.

The other person hung up the phone.

Yan Shao raised his head and looked at Muchuan quietly, after a long while, he said:

"You fantasy apostles, please stop.

The best things have been taken away by you, why bother meddling anymore?

Can't we just let us NPCs in the fantasy world solve things in the fantasy world by ourselves?

You are just outsiders!"

The best thing... Yan Shao was talking about, of course, the rewards from the fantasy realm.

As the apostle of the fantasy realm, after defeating Zhu Yali, the final settlement reward is definitely not low.

Yan Shao didn't have the slightest fondness for this group of apostles because he had to mind their own business after receiving benefits.

To the apostles, what Yan Shao planned was just a way for the apostles to exchange for rewards.

But for Yan Shao and the others, this is their lifelong career, and it is the career they work hard for.

What you work so hard to accomplish is just a task reward in the eyes of others.

How can Yan Shao achieve psychological balance?

Muchuan smiled faintly, took two steps back, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

There is no way, with the nuclear bomb in hand, I have to give you this face.

Let alone the bosses, even those above the bosses would not dare to carry a nuclear bomb.

Of course Muchuan couldn't bear it either.

He has a good mentality, as long as he can survive, he doesn't force anything else.

In this seemingly ordinary fantasy realm, the NPCs are more ruthless than the others.

There are so many ruthless people!

Even the evil ghosts here are extremely ruthless. They can actually suppress their instincts and let their enemies live to enhance their own resentment.

What kind of dirty tricks are these!

...

Yan Shao got into the taxi with the cassock wrapped around Zhu Yali.

After driving two blocks, Yan Shao got out of the car and went to a warehouse in the basement of a nearby commercial building.

In this warehouse, there are three men, two women and five people.

Several people were waiting anxiously.

Seeing Yan Shao coming back, the five of them showed joy.

"Did you get it? Where is that troublesome apostle?"

"I'm not chasing you for now. Who dares to mess around with this thing?" Yan Shao said, patting the small nuclear warhead in the center of the warehouse.

Muchuan also didn't expect that they would bring nuclear bombs with them.

Once this detonates, they will die together.

What a bunch of ruthless people.

No, it's Wolf Kill!

The mosquito clone that followed Yan Shao in saw everything.

Without Zhu Yali's help, Yan Shao should not be able to detect his army of insects, and Muchuan can follow Yan Shao with confidence.

"However, the apostle's methods are unpredictable. Who knows if he uses any means to monitor us."

With that said, Yan Shao took out a plate of mosquito repellent incense from the cabinet on the side and lit it.

Muchuan: "..."

Light mosquito coils again, young people don't have martial ethics!

Then, Yan Shao took out another bottle of insecticide and sprayed it into the warehouse.

Wow, I am really speechless.

Mosquito-repellent incense and insecticide must be used to kill them all. Not even cockroaches can stay in this warehouse.

His two female companions couldn't bear it anymore, they held their noses and protested:

"Yan Shao, are you going to kill insects or commit suicide? It stinks."

"Jasmine scent, my favorite scent, don't talk nonsense." Yan Shao said after spraying the insecticide.

Subsequently, several people carried out eight supernatural energy conversion control cabinets more than two meters high.

This is the official exclusive technology in this fantasy realm. I didn't expect that these people would get it.

The next moment.

Muchuan's vision went dark and he lost his vision.

His mosquito clone still couldn't withstand the double blow of mosquito coils and insecticides.

Muchuan's true self has arrived not far away.

With the [Seventy-two Apertures Divine Transformation Technique], the twelve orifices on Muchuan's head stored 120% more spiritual power.

When he summoned the copy of Mingyue before, he did not use any blessing means, so the mental energy consumption was not large.

Yuhuan activates.

Summon the "Mingyue"!

Summon "Mingyue"!

Summon "Mingyue"!

...

After summoning eight copies of Mingyue in succession, Muchuan felt a little tired.

In addition to the one summoned before, there were a total of nine copies of Mingyue beside Muchuan at this time.

"Nine people set up the formation at the same time, blessing the nine formation eyes. This is the greatest power of the Nine Yang Suppression Formation." Muchuan murmured.

The copy of Mingyue did not answer his words.

After all, it is a copy, and the consciousness inside is Muchuan himself.

He only discovered Mingyue's unique skill after summoning the clone.

This is the ultimate manifestation of Mingyue's understanding of the Jiuyang Suppression Formation. This is his own creation based on the Jiuyang Suppression Formation.

Mingyue named it: "Nine Revolutions of Demons and Evil Killing Array".

The next moment, countless formations appeared on the walls of the building.

Yan Shao and others launched.

With a thought in Muchuan's mind, the nine clones of Mingyue were already in place.

"If my guess is correct, the final winner of this round should be Zhu Yali." Muchuan looked solemnly at the building in the distance.

A towering black mist spread out.

The black mist seemed to be burning over the building.

A big black hole was burned into the sky.

"Hahaha...successful." Yan Shao's laughter came from a distance.

"a**hole, Yan Shao, you b*****d, what are you doing?"

"Why? Why betray us?"

"You, you actually poisoned..."

"Don't...don't kill me, ah..."

"Idiot!" Yan Shao smiled disdainfully: "This resentment is only enough to send one person away, don't you know?

Stupid! From the beginning, you have only been the nourishment for me to open the channel. "

The pesticide Yan Shao just sprayed was actually a neurotoxin.

Among the people in the warehouse, only Yan Shao had taken the antidote.

After everyone activated the formation to burn Zhu Yali's resentment, she found that her hands and feet were so weak that she could no longer stand firmly.

Yan Shao stabbed them one by one, piercing their arteries with the dagger, letting their blood soak the formation.

Their grievances before their deaths became the nourishment of the formation, making this passage more stable.

"Yan Shao, you must die a good death..."

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

"Yan Shao... Yan Shao, brother Shao, godfather... please let me go, let me do whatever I want, I will know many positions to ensure that you have never played it... .."

Several people died slowly while begging for mercy and cursing, and the cursing became softer and softer.

Yan Shao's eyes were cold and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Finally succeeded.

Don't know what the outside world is like?

How is the real world different from here.

After the black mist burned out, a colorful figure slowly emerged behind Yan Shao, and Yan Shao did not notice it at all.

Muchuan, who was on the building in the distance, was numb looking at the magnetic field detector.

"With a magnetic field index of more than 1,500, this...is this already a ghost?"

Previously, when the magnetic field index was more than 1,000, Uncle Brick and others would be calling half-step ghosts and immortals.

Now that the magnetic field index is 1500, is this not enough?

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