Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 288: Questions

Wu Mian snorted angrily at Xu Fu, then turned to look at 'Qiu Wuzhen' on the opposite boat and said, "Wait a minute, you've been waiting for hundreds of years, and it's not too bad... "While speaking, Wu Mian's body rose into the air and flew slowly above a sea where no big ships were docked. Then, the white-haired man 'sit' on the sea. Looking at the full moon who was transformed by the prison dragon just now, he was in a daze, as if there was still something he couldn't figure out, and he found a quiet place to think slowly.

At this time, the prisoner dragon has been rescued from the sea to the ship by the same sect. Just now, he was careless about Wu Mian's words at the bottom of the sea, and now he has woken up. Until now, he still thought that his technique was superior to this white-haired man, and was annoyed by the carelessness just now. Seeing Wu Mian reappearing, staring at the moon above his head in a daze, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

Fortunately, the prisoner dragon still knows the depths, and now he quietly walked to his master's side. Although he didn't speak, he already wanted to ask the master to do something. At this time, 'Qiu Wuzhen' was also wondering why Wu Mian, who disappeared for a moment, seemed to be a different person. It was just that moment of effort, what happened?

At the moment, 'Qiu Wuzhen' nodded to his disciple. After waiting for the master's instruction, the prisoner dragon sneered, and finally swayed his arms to control the art of the wind. The dark clouds in the distance were drawn over, covering the moon above Wu Mian's head.

"You're really boring..." Seeing that the moon was gone, Wu Mian was still staring at the sky. The prisoner dragon flew directly in front of Wu Mian with the help of the Royal Wind Technique. At first, he didn't dare to kill him directly. He just tried to activate the technique on the white-haired man sitting on the sea, which made the scorching hot just now to the extreme. The technique was sprayed at Wu Mian.

Until this time, Wu Mian still didn't seem to feel it. Letting this force hit him, the skin that was hit by the spell was instantly scorched, and even 'Qiu Wuzhen' and Xu Fu's boat could smell the smell of burnt flesh.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Seeing that Wu Mian didn't dodge or block his body, Prison Dragon felt a burst of regret. If he used all his strength just now, the two Wu Mian also turned into a cloud of smoke. At the moment, he no longer hesitated to put the palms of his two hands together, and gave a false push in Wu Mian's direction. A crimson light shot out from the palm of Prison Dragon's hand. As long as Wu Mian touched it, it would instantly turn into steam and dissipate in the air.

Wu Mian still had no intention of dodging as he watched his spell being displayed. At the moment, the prisoner's heart secretly rejoiced: There is! The white-haired man is dead. However, just as this idea came out, an earth-shaking change suddenly occurred in front of his eyes. At this moment, the positions of Prisoner Long and Wu Mian were reversed. Prisoner Long stood where Wu Mian was before, and the red light that had just launched hit him in a real way. There was a miserable cry from Prisoner's mouth, and there was hardly any struggle for Ren He. The screaming has not stopped, he himself has become a fog. Afterwards, the prisoner dragon just used the technique of Royal Wind to blow away the mist.

At this time, not only the people on the 'Qiu Wuzhen' boat, but also the alchemists on Xu Fu's boat were stunned. Except for Xu Fu and 'Qiu Wuzhen' and a few others, none of them knew what happened. Wu Mian clearly didn't do anything just now, why did the two of them switch positions instantly? How did the white-haired man do it...

"The technique of moving phantoms..." Watching his disciple turn into a cloud of smoke, 'Qiu Wuzhen' gently jumped from the deck to the sea. He stepped on the sea water and walked towards Wu Mian step by step, facing the white-haired man who was still looking up at the sky while walking, and continued: "I don't know what Xu Fu did to you, but those are not important. The important thing is that you save your life and bury it with the prisoner dragon."

When he said this, 'Qiu Wuzhen' had already walked halfway to Wu Mian. Immediately, the giant figure like a **** appeared on his body again. At this time, Wu Mian finally came back to his senses, turned his head to look at 'Qiu Wuzhen', and said, "Are you really in such a hurry? Ghost, what did you become when you died..."

"A person dies and turns into a ghost? I'll make you directly into nothingness!" After 'Qiu Wuzhen' shouted, he waved his hand at Wu Mian's position, and the figure of the **** behind him slammed towards Wu Mian past. At the same time as 'Qiu Wuzhen' started, Wu Mian was still saying, "Wait a minute..."

Wu Mian's voice has not yet fallen, and the figure of the gods has already arrived in front of him. He raised his fist and hit Wu Mian's body. After a muffled sound, Wu Mian hadn't had time to dodge, and his body had been beaten out from a distance. Before the white-haired man fell from the sky, the figure of the **** of the gods had moved to where Wu Mian was about to fall. At the moment when the white-haired man fell, the figure of the gods shot again, knocking Wu Mian, who had no resistance at all, into the air.

Several times in succession, the shadow of the gods knocked Wu Mian out several times. All the alchemists who made Xu Fu wait to see how the white-haired man shines are very disappointed. It seems that the reason why 'Qiu Wuzhen' didn't kill him immediately was that he planned to kill Wu Mian and give him the one called Prisoner Long. Disciples take revenge.

Among all the people present, except for Xu Fu who remained calm, there was only He Chong on the big boat, and there was no unexpected change in the appearance of the landlord and the owner. The two of them who have no magic can no longer see what is happening on the sea in the distance. Except for a few vague glances with their hands on the pergola, they are listening to Bai Wuqiu, who has excellent eyes, telling Wu Mian in the distance. , the process of being beaten up again and again by the shadow of the gods: "My uncle was beaten up...is about to fall down...was beaten up again, this time he flew far...was beaten up again. The surname is Qiu! Yes! You can let him fall and fight again, can't you?"

"If your little uncle falls, it's not necessarily who will be beaten." Gui Bugui smiled and glanced at Ji Jiao, the landlord who also had no unexpected expressions. After a pause, he said to the landlord: "I can't think of how the landlord cares about Wu Mian. If I knew this, I should have persuaded him to show mercy to another landlord. At least keep his face. "

"That's another fate for me. Even if Wu Mian doesn't do anything, his face can't be preserved." The landlord turned his head and smiled at Gui Bugui, then he continued: "But Mr. Gui still misunderstood, Although I also care about Wu Mian, I still care a little more about Qiu Wuzhen's spiritual sense. My spiritual sense is also wandering in the distance, watching it work for the body. Comparing my heart to my heart, I am still a little worried about it..."

While the landlord was talking, one of the sailors who were also standing on the deck watching the excitement gave him a conscious or unintentional glance. But after this one glance, the sailor immediately turned his eyes to the distance, and no longer had any contact with the landlord in the form of Ren He.

At this time, the battle in the distance took a new turn. Wu Mian has lost count of the number of times he has been hit by the figure of the **** in the air. At this time, 'Qiu Wuzhen' also seemed to be tired of this game, his mouth trembled slightly as if he said something. The huge figure was not in the position where Wu Mian was about to fall first. Instead, he watched the white-haired man fall into the sea, and then slowly walked towards the position where Wu Mian fell into the sea. When the figure walked over, ripples like ocean waves appeared on its huge body. When Wu Mian landed at four or five feet, the whole body of the figure was already covered with such ripples, and then began to gather around its body. on the hands.

At this time, Wu Mian had already climbed out of the sea. He swayed and looked at the figure of the **** who was getting closer and closer, and said in his unique tone: "Okay, it's almost. I said just wait, you don't seem to wait, right..."

As Wu Mian spoke, the figure of the gods appeared in front of him. It raised a fist full of ripples, facing the head of the white-haired man, and swung it from the top. At this time, Wu Mian walked over to meet his fist, and he also raised his hand and made a similar movement.

When Wu Mian's fist collided with the fist of the **** of the gods, there was no sound, and then the position where the fist of ginseng and Wu Mian touched began to dissipate little by little. Just under everyone's attention, the figure of the gods completely disappeared in front of everyone.

After touching the figure of the **** with one punch, Wu Mian immediately ignored the huge figure, turned around and walked in the direction of 'Qiu Wuzhen', saying as he walked, "You haven't answered me yet, people change after death. Become a ghost, the consciousness is dead, what does it become..."