Chapter 472 Fusion

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"What the hell is this..."

Yin Jie looked up to the top of his head. In the night sky, this huge panda even blocked the moonlight, and it was hitting him at an incredible speed.

The huge pressure made Yin Jie almost breathless, his eyes widened, and he blurted out: "I have a..."

Before the word "go" could be uttered, Xiaobai fell from the sky like a meteorite.

Bang——

The ground trembled, and a large cloud of dust, accompanied by blood splashed everywhere, burst into the air!

After the dust dispersed and the blood was in the pool, the mutated panda slowly raised its huge head. On the blood-stained face, a pair of blood-red eyes seemed to be faintly glowing.

The angry beast, violently slaughtered, directly crushed the enemy into pieces by relying on its primitive strength and body!

The mutated panda slowly supported its body, and thick blood was continuously dripping down its snow-white hair.

It shook its head violently, and bared its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, like a ferocious beast coming out of hell:

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Fuck!"

Ling Mo was hanging in mid-air, his eyes staring blankly.

When the panda is not restricted by the terrain, it is the embodiment of violence.

No matter how bad Yin Jie is, he should have some combat experience in close combat, at least much better than ordinary people.

But such enemies are no different from ants in front of mutant pandas!

"Are you really a national treasure who only showed cuteness before you mutated?! Didn't you roll around in front of tourists with a bamboo in your arms during the day, and practice boxing against a tree trunk in red underwear at night?"

After being sluggish, Ling Mo suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly went mad: "You idiot! Didn't I ask you to keep me alive! A lot of mental power was suppressed by you! Don't you have a softer Attack method? Don't be so simple and rude..."

But then Ling Mo realized that his request was a bit embarrassing for Xiaobai.

It has only been controlled for a few days, and it is expected that it can understand complex instructions so quickly, and restrain its wildness to do things according to its own orders... This is too difficult for it.

"Forget it this time... Hey, why don't you chop cabbage?" Ling Mo suddenly looked down at the little man below.

Xiaobai's astonishing performance not only stunned Ling Mo, even the cabbage chopping warrior was stunned.

He was carrying a big knife, staring blankly at the mutated panda not far away.

"Is it time to wake up? Since the controller is dead..."

Ling Mo looked down at the little man and thought.

But he soon discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the little man's mental state.

The other small light cluster hidden in his spiritual light cluster,

Not only did it not disappear with Yin Jie's death, but it was gradually expanding.

"How is this going?"

Ling Mo immediately became vigilant, and he turned his attention to the puddle of plasma and meat mud trampled by the mutated panda, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

That Yin Jie is obviously the direct commander of this operation. Could it be that he still has any backup?

"Hehehehe..."

Suddenly, a weird laugh came out of the little man's mouth.

The laughter was intermittent, with a weird tone, like a stuck tape.

At the same time, the two clusters of spiritual light seemed to be fused together, and the little man's spiritual power instantly soared!

A wave of spiritual energy that was invisible to the naked eye, but Ling Mo could clearly "see", centered on the little man, swept across the area like a storm.

Ling Mo suddenly felt dizzy, and the mental power condensed into tentacles was immediately dissipated.

He suddenly fell from mid-air, but at the moment when he was about to land, a newly condensed spiritual tentacles had already hung him.

But before his feet touched the ground, a cold light cut towards him!

"brush!"

Before the cold light came, the strong wind had arrived.

The tingling sensation on his skin and the strong pressure he felt mentally gave Ling Mo a feeling of suffocation in an instant.

A spiritual tentacle hooked the lamppost on the side and pulled Ling Mo sideways, dodging the opponent's slash.

But the little man's movements didn't stop at all, and when he missed the knife, he used that force to do a somersault, and the moment he landed, the blade had already slashed across.

This cold light, like blue waves rippling under the moonlight, is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but it contains deadly killing intent.

The moment the cold light came in front of him, Ling Mo suddenly raised his height, and at the same time he barely passed the blade, he kicked the little man in front.

The little man leaned back, the big knife in his hand had been cut from horizontal to upward.

Seeing that Ling Mo was about to be cut in half, he had already moved forward for a certain distance, put his feet together and stepped on the little man's face with a "bang".

When he raised himself up, several spiritual tentacles had already shot towards the little man.

After quickly dodging a few times, the little man stood still and looked at Ling Mo.

Different from his previous eyes, his "look" at this time was really staring at Ling Mo.

Calm, and looks a bit gentle, if it weren't for the footprints on the face and the two lines of nosebleeds that were slipping down the scenery...

Ling Mo took a look at the mutated panda, who was just affected by that spiritual energy, and rushed into the green belt by the road for some reason.

At this moment, its big head was stuck between two big trees, and its round buttocks were exposed, shaking from side to side...

"Ah... I raised a bastard..." Ling Mo sighed in his heart.

"Sure enough, you are not an ordinary psychic power user."

The little man's speech is smoother now than before, but it still feels like a three-second repeater, as if someone said something in his mind first, and he repeated it again:

"There is some kind of spiritual connection between this mutant beast and you, right? Although I'm not good at detecting weak spiritual energy, I just felt it for a moment. This can also explain why my plan failed in the first place. Failed, it turns out that we didn't understand the nature of your ability at all.

You, can command this mutant beast, right? But any ability has a certain limit, I think, the number or distance should be the defect of your ability? "

"While one point was subtly misstated, the others were pretty much hit..."

Ling Mo froze for a moment.

The reason why the little man thinks it is "commanding" instead of "manipulating" is obviously based on the performance of the mutant panda.

When it comes to "manipulation", it is generally considered to be the model of a marionette. All actions of the controlled person are controlled by the controller.

Ling Mo was indeed like this at the beginning, but after trial and error and contact, he was able to maintain the connection between the two parties, but did not control the actions of the puppet.

This is not in line with the behavior pattern of ordinary controllers. Whether it is a mutant beast or a zombie, of course it must be fully controlled to be able to exert its combat effectiveness...

But Ling Mo's situation was very special. He manipulated his girlfriends not to treat them as fighting machines, but to be with them.

This point, no matter how strong the divergent thinking is, it is hard to imagine.

Although the little man saw some fur, he still didn't understand the essence.

"You keep saying 'I'... It seems that you have completely taken over the body of this cabbage warrior..."

Ling Mo sneered and said.

"Do not……"

The little man (Yin Jie) shook his head and said, "It's just a fit. From the very beginning, I regarded you as a strong opponent. You can catch sniper bullets, so a sniper like me, How useful can it be? So, I have to keep an eye out."

"Fit together?"

Ling Mo observed for a while, and probably had a certain understanding of Yin Jie's abilities:

If the previous smaller mental light group is regarded as a parasite, and Yin Jie is regarded as the mother body... It is estimated that there should be some kind of free transformation ability between the parasite and the mother body.

"It's said to be a fit, but your physical body has become like that... Don't you just occupy the body of your companion?"

Ling Mo sneered and said.

The little man didn't even turn his head, still staring at Ling Mo, and said calmly: "In order to complete the task, a little sacrifice is also necessary. What's more, this kind of combination is perfect for dealing with spiritual powers like you. Isn’t it?” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is the author’s greatest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)