The night was terrifyingly dark, as if it were about to swallow up the stars and the moon. The fear brought about by the darkness of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is enough to make people shudder.

Suddenly, a pair of pupils shining with blood-red light suddenly opened, and a hideous gaze was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Su Mo.

"Who!" Su Mo woke up from the bed violently, his uneasy pupils churning with golden waves. After scanning the small room back and forth a few times, the golden pupils gradually dimmed.

"Damn dreams." Su Mo grumbled.

He didn't know how many times he had dreamed of this dream, each time it was the same image, but every time he was terrified.

Destined to be another sleepless night, Su Mo grabbed a nearly five-foot-long knife at the head of the bed and walked to the window. The handle of the knife is as transparent as an ordinary jewel, reflecting the moonlight, and it is soft with Xiao killing. The blade is hidden in the scabbard, and the shape is not visible.

Outside the window is a ruin, God has been in this world for more than a hundred years, where is there a pure land? The world has long been destroyed, and when twenty or thirty people get together, it is a refugee area. Relying on alms and oneself, I can live one day at a time.

Of course, this is not the case for everyone. Soon after the gods descended, a huge tree rose from the ground, and the roots alone occupied the area of the two cities, and its enormity can be imagined.

It is known as the Tree of Dom, which is derived from the English homonym for "dawn, dawn". Because of this tree, it has brought hope for life to mankind and a tomorrow for mankind.

Clever humans extracted a substance from the leaves of the Tree of Dom that could make the gods reluctant to come near. As a result, humans have built fortresses out of this substance. Very few people have the opportunity to live in the fortress, and many more are still outside the walls, living their lives and dying.

Sumo didn't get into the fort, and he didn't get into the refugee area. He has his own goal - revenge.

Su Mo wants revenge on two people, one is the seat of the Starfall God, the madman who killed his mother. The other person is his father, Su Yu.

Su Mo hated his father, the man whose mother kept calling out from the hospital bed, he never appeared.

When he was a child, he listened to his mother's story about the man, and at that time he thought the man was a handsome, dashing, mighty and gentlemanly man like Lancelot. Now he finally knows that the man is nothing more than a spring-hearted wind and scumbag, and her love with her mother is completely caused by the impulse of the lower body.

While my mother was tormented in the hospital bed, the man was probably rolling over on the bed of an unknown woman.

From the moment his mother left, he swore that if he ran into that man one day, he would definitely blow his head off with his mother's Colt revolver.

There was no moon tonight, the light of the stars was swallowed up by the night, and the only light was the swarms of fireflies outside the window.

"That's not right!" Su Mo immediately became vigilant, and the muscles in his whole body woke up in an instant, and he didn't even have to prepare for exercise.

The fireflies in the air are not flying aimlessly, but restlessly, fleeing restlessly.

It's coming! I feel it! Feel the violent!

Deafening footsteps were heard, and a huge hunter appeared in Su Mo's line of sight. A creature who came to this world with God and has the power of God, but does not have the wisdom of God.

The god of death appeared in front of Su Mo with a haughty stride, and it was obvious that it had noticed the only living thing in front of it. It wouldn't let Su Mo go, because it wanted to eat him, not to hunt, just to hunt.

"The second-level god of death, it's really unlucky." Humans distinguish between the gods of death by their abilities, and those below three meters are third-level gods, those who are three meters to seven meters are second-level gods, and those above seven meters are first-level gods. Normally, the larger the size of the false god, the stronger the power, although there are exceptions.

Su Mo looked at the dead god, the dark green scales almost covered his body, his back was protected by a golden carapace from head to tail, the horns and limbs on his head were also golden, and only a few parts had white hair. The whole looks like a wolf carved from jade and gold, domineering and arrogant.

"Where do I start?" Su Mo bit the thumb of his left hand and said.

Before he could make a plan, Su Mo jumped directly from the third floor, and pulled out the sword that he had already held in his hand in mid-air. He is too lazy to plan, and his way of fighting is to respond in time and adapt to changes in battle.

Like the hilt, the blade is transparent, but the blade is densely covered with golden incantations, like a hideous little snake, dancing wildly on the blade.

It was a gift from his mother when he was twelve years old, and he was not yet as tall as this sword. The rain of flowers reflected the moonlight, drawing a fleeting crescent moon in mid-air.

The moment he landed, Su Mo gently placed the scabbard on the ground. At the same time, the feet suddenly exerted force, and the whole person shot at the god of death like an arrow off the string.

Su Mo held the Flower Urging Rain in one hand, lowered his body, and rushed towards the Dead God in a strange posture. The sword is not as long as the big sword, and can be used interchangeably with one or both hands, so that the overall strength of the waist and back can be exerted.

The god of death should have felt the murderous aura emanating from Su Mo, and pounced on Su Mo at the gallop without warning, and the speed of his movements made it impossible to think.

However, Su Mo did not dodge, but continued to rush towards the Dead God at the original speed.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and at the moment when it was about to collide, Su Mo immediately stopped, and at the same time rotated to the left, dissolving the inertia of running, and also dodging the attack of the Dead God.

However, it's not over yet. Su Mo actually borrowed the inertia of rotation again, and slashed the left forelimb of the dead god with a knife.

The rain of flowers swept across the forelimbs of the god of death, bringing out the hot golden blood of the god, leaving a beautiful fan on the ground.

The golden divine blood is always boiling, and even if it leaves the body, it will take a while before it slowly cools down and turns into a normal red.

The use of inertia again and again not only reduces the consumption of physical strength, but also increases the strength of the attack. This is a combat skill that can only be comprehended by those who have truly experienced countless battles, and it is the ultimate combat skill.

Feeling the pain, the god roared angrily, and immediately flicked his tail and swept towards Su Mo. The huge tail slapped powerfully, driving the surrounding air current, forming a strong gust of wind that blew Su Mo's hair flying.

Seeing that the tail of the god of death was about to hit Su Mo, Su Mo still stood in place, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Suddenly, Su Mo opened his blazing golden pupils churning with golden waves, and the temperature around him plummeted below freezing. The hydrogen and oxygen atoms in the air are pulled out by an irresistible rule and forcibly combined to form water molecules. At extremely low temperatures, water molecules instantly condense into ice particles.

Countless ice particles were combined at a rapid speed, forming a huge wall of ice that blocked the tail of the dead god.

"Bump!" The huge tail slammed into the ice wall, and in an instant, the ice splashed everywhere. Countless pieces of crushed ice reflected the light of the blazing golden pupils, as brilliant as fireworks.

Oracle Zero! Causes the temperature in the field to plummet and form controlled ice particles. Under the mandatory rules, these ice particles can be controlled at will.

The so-called oracle was also given to humans by the Tree of Dom, and humans extracted the oracle gene from the fruit of the Tree of Dom. This gene alters the human blood, giving it strength.

The power of the flesh, the body, and the power of the oracles.

The person who releases himself and awakens the power of the gods is called a god liberator.

Of course, only a very small number of people can obtain the power to change the rules - oracles, and become interpreters. Others are at best only physically strengthened, and most of them have no response to the oracle gene, or even lose their lives because of it.

Seeing that the blow missed, the god raised his claws and was about to slap Su Mo. But how could such a direct attack hurt Su Mo? I saw Su Mo leaning back directly, his body bent down in a strange posture, and at the same time, he kicked his feet hard, urging Hua Yu to take off his hands directly and insert them on the ground, and the whole person almost did a backflip against the ground.

The ability to successfully complete such an action beyond the limits of human beings may be due to the oracle gene. There is no limit to the strengthening of the oracle gene on the human body, and how strong it can be depends entirely on the host's physique.

The god of death slapped the air again, it was already very irritable, but I didn't expect that it couldn't even deal with a miscellaneous worm, it was really hot.

Su Mo didn't give him a chance at all, and the moment he finished doing his backflip and landed, he immediately rushed forward. Taking advantage of the situation, he once again held the flower rain, and the Taidao technique of the ancient circle was immediately displayed.

Hold the hilt of the knife with both hands, hold it high above your head, bow your waist, and use your legs apart to exert force with your waist.

Slash!

Su Mo stabbed the dead god to the end. The rain of flowers slashed across the skin of the god of death and smashed to the ground, and Su Mo used the elastic force when he landed to swing the blade again.

Another knife, pick and choose! The rain slashed from the bottom to the top, the knife rotated in mid-air, the blade and the back of the knife were reversed, and the blade slashed at the same wound again. Golden blood sprayed all over the ground, and even Su Mo's face was splashed a lot, which he brought out when he picked and chopped.

Although these two knives did not cause particularly serious injuries, the two knives slashed at the same wound, and the pain can be imagined. Under the blows of these two knives, the god of death almost fell. After staggering, he stood up and let out an angry roar at Su Mo.

"Roar!"

The huge sound wave shook Su Mo's ears, and his body trembled involuntarily.

The roar stopped, and the Dead God's gaze locked on Su Mo again. There was not even a pause, and the powerful claws slapped again and again, again and again, with no pattern at all, and it seemed that he just wanted to vent his anger on Su Mo.

"It's really hard-skinned, it can't hurt the point, it's a turtle." Su Mo grumbled.