After a fierce battle, everyone was exhausted.

Pan Long was so tired that he had to run wildly for his life, and he would become a hedgehog after a little slower. On the other hand, he should pay attention to keeping a distance and not stay away from the huge octopus. Otherwise, God would know whether the "javelin" would turn into Gatley.

Only he understands the hard work during this period.

If he had been a few months ago, he would probably not be able to hold on.

But his condition is pretty good. Both Big Kok and Langil were affected by the previous explosion. Not only were he knocked out, but he was also seriously injured.

The main reason for Dajiao was injured was his head. He was hit by the shock wave and had a serious concussion. His nose, mouth and eyes were bleeding. Even his tympanic membrane was broken and he became a deaf person for the time being. Thanks to the tenacious vitality of the ghost tribe, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

Even so, he could only lie on the ground and vomit twice from time to time.

Langil was mainly injured in his internal organs. He didn't know whether his stomach or lungs were injured. In short, he vomited blood very much. The lizard man was not a race known for his strength. Judging from his appearance, he was simply dying.

On the contrary, Franka, who was poisoned and unconscious before, had nothing to do with it. She was lying under a broken wall behind Pan Long. The explosion shock wave was blocked by Pan Long first, and then blocked by the wall, which did not affect her at all.

Among the three people who went out to search for clues, the Steel Snake and Turin were safe and sound. Anhil was dizzy because the explosion was too loud and he fell to the corner of the wall and cut a small wound.

Fortunately, Anxier himself is a doctor. Although this young man with lop-eared rabbit does not have extraordinary abilities, he is at least very skilled in first aid skills such as disinfection and bandaging. He was originally promoted because of his excellent first aid skills and changed from an auxiliary staff to a formal operator.

When they heard the sounds disappeared, they hurried back. As for searching for clues, they of course threw them aside.

As long as people are still alive, when can't they find clues?

After returning, they saw Pan Long holding the emerald green herb that had turned out from somewhere and stuffing it into Dajiao and Langier's mouth.

"What kind of herb is that? Is it okay to use it rashly?" Anhill asked worriedly.

Pan Long scratched his head and said, "I don't know what herb it is. This is what I saved an old man before and he gave it to me."

"What he gave to you? The color is still so bright?" Anhill obviously didn't believe it.

But the effect of the herb is unquestionable. With just one herb, the symptoms of Bighorn and Langil immediately improved significantly.

Although Dajiao was still muttering, "My head is so dizzy", at least he stopped vomiting; Ranjir took a breath, but was sick and stopped vomiting blood.

Anhill checked their situation and smiled.

"The injury is not minor, but it is not particularly serious," he said. "After returning to Zion, everyone needs to recuperate for half a month to a month."

"That's good," said Langil. "I have seen a lady in the angel fly to me and say to me, "You have a last bit of time, hurry up and repent for the mistakes you have made in this life."

"What?" Big Kok asked.

"So I recalled it carefully and told Miss Angel, "I have done too many things that need repentance in my life. I haven't had time to repent for a while. Can you wait a moment?"

"What's the result?"

"As a result, Miss Angel flew away very angry." Langjil spread his hands, "I think that next time I'm about to die, Miss Demon may be the one who comes."

Dajiao laughed and rolled around, and was pounding the ground with his hands.

"Are you two a little wounded?" Anxier said helplessly, "You need cultivation, don't mess around!"

"But it's really funny!"

"Oh! Grandpa Langil, you are so old, can you be more serious?"

"I almost died. If I don't relax, should I go to hell with a stern face?"

In terms of verbal skills, An Xier, a medical technical school student who had just finished his internship, could not beat the old Jianghu Langil, so he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

No matter how rigorous and calm his personality is, he will be helpless when facing an old crosstalk actor who has bad friends and support him.

The Snake and Turin were studying the green crystal pillars. They were not those passers-by who were desperate in the horror movies. Of course, they would not just pick them up directly, but instead found a few steel pipes and iron rods and tentatively touched them.

The crystal column was easily moved aside, and it looked like it was just an ordinary crystal.

But the two of them became more and more alert - they were not fledgling rookies, and naturally understood the truth that "the more ordinary things look, the more dangerous they may be."

The most important thing is that they have really seen such things.

Although... it is just a copy of the specimen.

After twewing the crystal column for a long time, the electric snake put down the steel pipe and said in a deep voice: "It should be right?"

Turin nodded: "It should be the same."

"I really didn't expect that I would actually see the real 'Psychic Crystal'... It's still so big, and there are still six more!" said the Dian Snake, "I remember that the specimen in the Zion Education Hall was only one-third of its size at most."

"Just one piece, nearly a thousand people died!" Turin looked at the crystal pillar in front of him and murmured to himself, "How many lives are there behind these six pieces?"

"Let's go all over the city."

The two looked at each other and sighed.

Then, the electric snake walked to Pan Long and said, "Mr. Pan, thank you very much for your help and support. I have something very important to talk to you now. Are you free?"

Pan Long nodded: "Of course I have time, I am very free now - I have to rest for at least an hour or two before I can do something else."

"That's good." The electric snake thought for a while, probably organizing the words, and then said, "You must know the 'psionic explosion', right?"

Pan Long really wanted to answer "I don't know", but he couldn't answer like this.

There is no doubt that "psychic explosion" is common sense in this world, and no one should not know it. As a "original human race" with high abilities, he should not even have this common sense.

So he could only pretend to be calm and nodded, asking, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"About those six crystal pillars," said the electric snake. "Their official name is 'Purpose Crystal', and some people call them 'Pure Spirit Stone'. Unlike the 'Purpose Gems', 'Purpose Core', which we commonly use as the power source of psychic equipment, it contains extremely powerful psychic energy and is the most advanced energy source known."

Pan Long nodded, he roughly guessed the origin of this thing.

"There is no natural psychic crystal in nature. It will only be born in the explosion of psychic energy. And it will only be produced in the explosion of many psychic energy of the dead." The electric snake said in a heavy tone, "The more people die, the larger and more psychic crystals will be produced."

Pan Long frowned.

Things were a little more serious than he thought.

His original "psychic crystal" was a by-product of a natural disaster called "psychic explosion". Now it seems that it is not a "by-product" at all, and may be the target product of the "psychic explosion".

This reminded him of a story he had seen before. There was a terrible technique in the story that could refine and condense a human soul through cruel magic rituals and transform it into a red stone with great power - the Sword Stone.

The birth of the spiritual crystal is quite similar to the refining of the Sage Stone.

(Could it be...this also comes from my impression?)

"I don't know what happened to those six psychic crystals... Maybe... I mean maybe, the people of Scolap were swallowed by the huge octopus, and then... after some change that we can't understand, these six psychic crystals were finally produced."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Pan Long sighed and asked.

The electric snake smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I hope you can sell these pieces of psychic crystals to Zion and... help us transport them to Zion."

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, and he only thought of the first half.

To be honest, no matter how good the spiritual crystal is, it is useless to him, so let alone selling it, it is not a big deal even if it is given for free.

But...why do you still need him to help with the delivery?

The electric snake obviously knew that this request was a bit unreasonable. She blushed a little and said with a wry smile: "I'm very sorry! But... we really can't do anything about them. In this world, only the original humans can touch the crystallization of psychic energy without being eroded. If we were to contact it, the moment we touch it, it would be eroded."

She added: "Among us, Bighorn and Franka are psychics, but psychics are only more adaptable to the psychic environment and resist psychic erosion to a certain extent. If they are directly exposed to psychic crystals, their psychic infection level will rapidly deepen, and may even become the source of new psychic explosions..."

"I understand." Pan Long interrupted her, "Only I can carry them safely, right?"

"We have a dedicated psychic protection box, but... these six psychic crystals are too big, and I don't know what the protection effect will be..."

"Okay, I understand completely." Pan Long said, "Okay, I'll help you with this."

The Dianshe was overjoyed and laughed at first, then realized that it was rude to do so. She became more and more embarrassed, her face turned red, and she apologized repeatedly.

Of course, Pan Long didn't care, so he waved his hand and asked her to do it by herself.

The electric snake hurriedly left, and after a while, he brought back a heavy metal box.

Under her guidance, Pan Long opened the box, stuffed it into the box with a linen as a buffer, picked up the six psychic crystals one by one, and put them in.

While holding these spiritual crystals, he clearly felt a strange and cold force that wanted to seep into his body along his arms, but was blocked by the power of the Earthly Demon, and could only be stained with a little on his skin.

I think that is probably the so-called "psychic energy".

This thing is indeed strange. If it weren't for the body quenching, maybe Pan Long would have really been hit.

But when he closed the box and silently activated the light attribute power of the Brave System, a ball of light lit up on his palm, and then the remaining spiritual energy on his skin was swept away.

It's like purifying miasma.

Pan Long frowned and his face was heavy.

Miasma is not a good thing!
Chapter completed!