The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Corpse creatures are always more bizarre than beasts in various ways, such as the zombie head in Li Cang's hand, and the long, long, and long neck covered with scales like a snake behind it. It is obviously a corpse creature, but it gives people a beast style of a human-faced snake.

Scarlet, vertical square pupils like a goat, a square face that is flat enough to roll noodles, a big mouth with uneven fangs that occupies two-thirds of the entire head, and six blue-black canine teeth as thick as a baby's arm emitting the same light blue smoke. With all these things, it doesn't even look like a serious living thing, but rather like a wooden doll, with eyes, ears, mouth, nose, face and mouth, and obvious block boundary lines due to the different sizes, textures and colors of the scales, giving people a sense of stiff combination.

"With this aesthetic, don't expect any corpse girl to like you!"

"Bang!"

Another neck, the huge head hit the force field like a cannonball, with amazing force, ramming Li Cang deep into the rock and soil.

From Li Cang's perspective, he could clearly see the trajectory of the head and neck flying out of the skill glow and various unknown fogs. Before hitting him and the ground, the scales of the face with random features instantly turned up, hiding all the objects on the face, leaving only a slightly raised arc surface, plus the unclear dividing line between the neck and the head, it looked like a thick and ferocious bull.

"Fuck."

Li Cang hated his brain at this moment. Why couldn't it exist as just an organ like Lao Wang?

"Die!"

Don't say it, the borrowed ferocious dragon blade is still useful.

Swinging out a golden light like ink splashing, it was called a chicken cutting and cutting.

Two headless cows. Their necks danced wildly, spraying dark blue mucus-like blood. The wound surface was extremely smooth, but no matter how the callus tissue grew like crazy, it could not evolve into a formed head.

Later, Li Cang saw the body of the cow corpse.

It was an extremely huge, fat, short thing. It was so fat that the fat on its body from top to bottom was piled up into 17 or 18 meat rings, one section stronger than the other. It was like a Michelin-level chef. Its hands and feet were even like decorations. It was impossible to see where the dividing line was. If it weren't for the low transparency of the thick scales all over its body, the fat on its skin would probably have a flowing feeling like a balloon filled with water.

Li Cang secretly made up his mind not to eat fat meat anymore, but he kept a polite smile on his face: "Hi, hello Lao Wang~"

"Roar!"

The roar was a chorus without suspense. After all, this thing had dozens of necks growing wildly on its chest like weeds, and each of them had an object that looked like a head. As it came over with a roar, its hundreds of meters long necks swung around, attacking all the living things around it. During the roar, each mouth spit out many bubbles wrapped in blue-black oil film. The power of the bubble explosion was not great, at most it was the level of an ordinary small grenade, but its taste and toxicity even deterred several quasi-domain-level behemoths of the same stage who were ready to join in the fun.

"Swish~"

The sound of electric interference suddenly came from the ground.

Li Cang looked closely and found that a high-power small-body communicator commonly used in Sky Island was lying at the position where Xiao Ba had stayed.

"Boss, drink some water!"

"Boss, may you be blessed with good health and a son soon!"

"Wow, you finally found it!"

"Ahhh, what kind of person is this? He's so ugly!"

Qin Zhenzhen screamed.

Li Cang hung the communicator on his waist, and the burning wind stirred up a scarlet tide: "It's very rude to give others nicknames."

"It dares to look like this, and still cares whether others give it a nickname? Teacher Cang, Teacher Cang, why don't you raise an alienated giraffe or something like that? I have been very curious about what a giraffe's neck tastes like since I was a child." Suddenly, Li Leisi's voice changed again: "Li Cang, my son, how do you feel without your help?"

"Not very good, a serious lack of security!"

"You @#￥%..."

Isn't it a lack of security? There is no human-shaped self-propelled explosion-proof shield.

Li Cang suddenly found that this Michelin had taken dozens of critical hits from the Burning of Isoleye. The so-called fat on its body was much more resistant than those normal bone armor, scale armor and muscle monsters. It was still holding on until the meat melted into gravy. What's more interesting is that this thing's seemingly fragile head and neck will not die after being cut off, but will continue to heal and attack. Li Cang has no doubt that if it weren't for Li Lace's ferocious dragon blade, they can not only grow another one on the body, but even those that were cut off can grow back into relatively independent individuals, and their descendants are endless.

emmm, this seems to make perfect sense.

The Michelin in front of him probably put all his skill points on this. No wonder it looks like a mere show, and can't come up with a decent means of attack. Others are throwing skills and covering firepower, only it is still shaking its neck and head in the era of cold weapons.

But

Niuziren?

Strong vitality?

Li Cang frowned and thought, let's say, is there such a possibility, to preserve the original state of this thing to the maximum extent, and give the sons of dogs a blood pack with high output power, and then sprinkle tons of it on the battlefield, whoever catches it will go up and take a sip?

The mind is open, the sky is wide.

When Li Cang turned around and looked at this Michelin again, he suddenly felt that it was so ugly, and even thought of a new name for it-

"Medusa, it's you!"

The difference between a head full of snake hair and a head full of snake hair is actually not that big.

"Li Cang, do you dare?"

"Teacher Cang, are you really hungry?"

"Oh my God."

The communicator was chirping.

However, Li Cang had made up his mind and immediately put down the ferocious dragon blade and did not intend to continue to cause further damage to Medusa. However, the big magic wand was still lingering in the stomach of the previous person. Without a suitable weapon, he had to barely grab one of the three-pointed and two-edged heavy guns of the Lord of the Demon Mountain and swing it like a windmill to kill Medusa.

A moment later, the chopped Medusa was sent to the mill alive.

Li Cang stared at the mill door for a long time, which only retained the storage function and allowed people to enter but not leave. He was deeply impressed by the sweetness of the no-cost business. What perpetual motion machine? Where is the refreshing feeling of leeks? This war is enough for me and my son Wang.