"carve!"
Lu Zhengzhi's pupils shrank, even though this Tai Chi Eight Desolations Diagram was given to him by Cangshan during his trial.
He could also sense from the aura that this magic weapon was of a high grade, definitely an earth-grade spiritual treasure!
Earth-grade spiritual treasure?
Nuclear bomb?
Of course I would choose the nuclear bomb!
Lu Zhengzhi picked up the dagger and was about to carve.
"Do it! Don't let Lu Zhengzhi remember it!"
boom!
A blood-red jelly tentacle stabbed out violently.
Undoubtedly stopped by the rules of the secret realm, lightning struck Frost Barbarian fiercely, but the subsequent tiger and leopard thunder sound also began to torture everyone's head.
"Ah! Zhengzhi, how much do you still remember?" Lu Dahu asked while suppressing the tiger and leopard thunder sound.
"Eighty percent!" Lu Zhengzhi gritted his teeth, his temples bulging, and he was ready to attack with the dagger in hand.
"One more!" Frost Man roared. The cartographer was ready to go, and a small fire formation took shape under Lu Zhengzhi's feet.
But the spiritual power channel disappeared in an instant, it was the rules of the secret realm that were suppressing it.
Boom!
Thunder and lightning struck again, and another high-frequency demonic sound rang out, tormenting everyone's ears.
"How much is left!" Lu Dahu roared.
“Sixty percent!”
"That's enough! Write!"
Lu Zhengzhi roared and was about to stab with a dagger.
"Go!" Frost Barbarian's roar sounded again.
"How much is left?"
“Forty percent!”
"superior!"
"superior!"
"superior!"
After many fearless attacks, Lu Zhengzhi successfully forgot how to make a nuclear bomb.
It’s just a dream, a dream of a yellow millet.
If you don't recall and strengthen your memory immediately after waking up, you will quickly forget it.
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