"I'll it! Teacher Ling's timing of his shot is still so decisive!"

"After watching the live broadcast for several hours, I watched Teacher Ling and Miss Saint interact with each other so happily that I almost forgot that they were actually enemies!"

"That's right! Teacher Ling was threatened by Joan of Arc and then forced to go to Talung County!

"Why didn't you forget! I think there are not many people in this live broadcast room who still remember this incident, right?"

"This is also something that can't be helped, although the actual live broadcast time has only passed for four or five hours, I always have the illusion that 'Miss Saint has appeared for seventeen days'!"

"Seventeen days +1!"

"Seventeen days +2!"

"Having said that, Teacher Ling is too terrifying, isn't it? He can actually use the strength of a high-level martial artist to fight with a sixth-level demonic beast in close hand-to-hand combat!

"Martial arts are invincible!

"Don't be busy blowing upstairs! Maybe it's not that the martial arts are strong, but Teacher Ling himself is very strong? It's like the same magician, some people can win the fifth-level demonic beasts, and some can't win!"

"Even if Teacher Ling is relatively strong, at least the high-level martial artist realm can already keep up with the sixth-level demonic beasts in terms of strength and speed!

"I admire Teacher Ling more and more now! Enemies are all over the world and live broadcasts, I kneel down for this fearless spirit alone!"

"What's even more amazing is that Mr. Ling still has a bad habit of talking about other people's top-secret secrets in the live broadcast!

"The foundations of various sects have been ripped off by Mr. Ling, and one day, Mr. Ling will reveal the black material of various countries!"

"Don't you, right? The river crab god is still very powerful!"

"Shui You's 'Top Hacker 007 of the Magic Net' rewarded the anchor with a crystal bomb! At the same time, he left a message: Tell you a secret! I wanted the backstage of Mr. Heiling's live broadcast room before, but I couldn't locate what platform this live broadcast room was based on!

"It's all good about these lofty things! We melon-eating people are not interested at all! I just want to see Teacher Ling unravel the mystery of the Rotten Land, I just want to see the true face of the powerful undead creatures!"

"That's right! Teacher Ling will soon be able to return to his heyday, and then I want to see Teacher Ling hang those bastard undead and beat them!"

"Don't you think you've overlooked something? Teacher Ling actually sealed the Headless Horseman's skills!

"That's right! The sixth-level demonic beast has been sealed, so it can still last for a while with its physique, if our human mage is sealed by Teacher Ling, and then use his thin arms and legs to play hand-to-hand combat with Teacher Ling...... Hiss, don't look at the beauty of the painting!"

"This seal, it can't be learned by every martial artist, right?It must be Teacher Ling's exclusive skill, right?!"

"It must be Teacher Ling's exclusive skill! If every martial artist can seal this move, I think the martial artist should simply change his name and call it Anti-Mage/Silencer/Demon Breaker!"

“......”

While the sailors in the barrage were clamoring and shouting, Joan of Arc was also asking Ling Mo this question: "Mr. Ling, the skill you used just now 'Zero Skill Foundation' is too powerful, right? As a headless horseman, I am already relatively physical, and I am still defeated when I encounter this trick, if those pure magic beasts are sealed by you, I can't imagine how miserable their fate will be!"

"Of course, the strength of the skill is not to see who I am!" Ling Mo first made a smug tone, then sighed and said, "I really want to say this, but to be honest, this 'zero skill foundation' is the very weak kind of skill I have developed, and I can't afford your compliment at all." ”

"Didn't expect that, right?" Ling Mo explained to Joan of Arc's surprised eyes: "This move is good everywhere, and the sealing state is also very powerful, but the only flaw ruins it all! That blue-black energy ball can't be taken off at all! It must be close to the body to be released!"

"Ha?!" Joan of Arc uttered a monosyllable a little sluggishly, "Can't get rid of it?!"

"That's right, it can only be close to the body!Ha, if I can get close to the bodies of those demonic beasts, what does it matter if I seal the skill or not? Don't care what demonic beasts, it's not the same unilateral hanging?"

Joan of Arc wanted to refute, saying that there are also many powerful melee combat existences in Warcraft, such as the Ultraman Gundam Jedi in Molten City or something. But when I thought back to the picture of myself being suppressed by death before, I was a little dumbfounded, and I muttered, but in the end I didn't object, but just asked earnestly: "I just felt that your trick is dominated by necromantic energy, so, theoretically, can I also learn it?"

"Ha, you really don't miss any opportunity to improve your strength," Ling Mo smiled, "What's the matter, the closer you get to Dalong County, the more uneasy your heart becomes?"

"That's right. Joan of Arc didn't hide it much: "I now feel that my body is fluctuating strangely! An unprecedented sense of tension and urgency envelops my whole body, and I don't know how long I haven't experienced this uneasy feeling! I remember the last time I took the college entrance examination as a teenager!"

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. Ling Mo patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder, "After all, it's an old friend's please, I can't leave you alone, after entering Dalong County, I will find a way to improve your strength." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Ling. ”

After a brief thank-you thank, the two were silent again, and after the last half an hour of running, they finally reached the end of the moor, where there was a hill that was not too high, and it was obvious that the boundary between the moor and the rest of the moor.

The reason why this is so certain is because this mountain is quite strange, facing this side of the wasteland, there are only bare gray rock walls on the slopes, not to mention the strange rocks, and the rock walls are full of holes, which seem to be pitted, while the side facing the wasteland is verdant, shrubby, lush, and beautiful, and the same mountain presents two completely different scenery, which makes people feel the magic of natural creation.

It's just that when I think of such a vibrant scene, actually appearing in the Rotten Land, I can't help but feel a strong sense of disobedience in my heart, feeling that this place is definitely not good!

This little scene did not frighten this person, and without any hesitation, the two came to the foot of the mountain and climbed up. After a while, they came to the gray rock wall, which could not be seen on the ground, and when they arrived at this place, they found that the caves were obviously excavated by hand, and at the top of each cave entrance, there was a small cross carved into it, which was very inconspicuous.

Originally, there was no movement in these caves, as if they felt the breath of a living person when Ling Mo arrived, and in each cave, a thin ghost claw slowly stretched out! These ghost claw nails were jet black, and after sticking out of the hole, they shook and scratched in the direction of Ling Mo, as if they wanted to suck Ling Mo's soul into the cave and be with them for eternity!

"This is normal!In the Land of Decay, if you don't meet one or two skeletons, you will feel that something is wrong all over your body!" Ling Mo smiled: "It's just that these skeletons are too slow, I'm afraid that the strength of a first-level demonic beast is not enough, and they are not energetic." ”

Not interested in making a move on these low-level skeletons, Ling Mo greeted Joan of Arc, and continued to walk forward, taking a few steps and finding that Joan of Arc had not followed, not only did he turn around and speak out in surprise: "Miss Saint?"

Joan of Arc stopped where she was, she looked at the ghost claws sticking out of the cave, felt the commotion coming from the cave, her eyes stayed for a while, especially on the cross at the top of the cave, she pursed her lips and said:

"Mr. Ling, they're not skeletons. ”

"Oh, what are they?" Ling Mo asked unconcernedly.

Joan of Arc didn't answer, but instead pointed to the artificially dug caves and asked Ling Mo, "Haven't you seen this style of building, Mr. Ling?"

It was obviously just a cave, but Joan of Arc called it a building, this strange word finally caught Ling Mo's attention, his expression became serious, he thought for a while, and slowly shook his head.

"Anyone as well-informed as you have never seen it, and it seems that this thing is really extinct. In the more than 200 years since I died, has society developed so quickly?" Joan of Arc was silent for a moment with a hint of relief, and then explained: "This kind of building, in my time, was called a 'death cave'. ”

Without waiting for Ling Mo to ask, Joan of Arc explained: "In my time, although the larger cities were quite prosperous, the villages and towns far away from the cities, and even among the tribes, were still extremely poor. There is a severe shortage of living materials, which makes it impossible for families in remote areas to feed their elderly people. It is particularly annoying to let the elderly wail at home, not to mention the bad luck, before or after the death of the elderly, it is easy to transmit various diseases to others. Therefore, as soon as the old man lost his ability to work, his children would carry him into the mountains or bushes, and dig a cave the size of a man to store the old man, so that the old man could wait quietly for death. ”

"This ......" Ling Mo turned his head and carefully looked at those thin ghost claws, only to find that he had just looked away, these arms were not dry bones, they were even covered with a thin layer of skin and flesh! Although they were covered with mildew and foul smell, they were indeed skin and flesh! He finally changed his face, pointed to the caves on the cliff wall, and asked:

"You mean, these things are all living people?!"

"As far as I know, this custom of abandoning the old man is not unique to a certain region, it is common in the Chana Empire, the Ingrid Purple Empire, the French Empire, the West Asian Union and other countries, such as the Death Cave, the Old Man's Cave, and the Self-Death Kiln...... Although each place has a different name, it is all the same thing. Joan of Arc's expression was distorted, and she said to herself:

"In order to comfort myself, and to prevent the abandoned old man from turning into a terrible ghost to take revenge, the villagers will also mark the entrance of the cave with a cross mark representing the sacred church, isn't it ironic? Mr. Ling, do you know? The first time I went to the countryside to preach with confidence, the villagers' prayer to me was that they wanted me to cast a spell on those cross marks to prevent the old people in the cave from running out and causing trouble! At that time, my whole person was about to collapse, this was different from what I imagined, it was different!"

As Joan of Arc narrates, old men covered in green hair slowly crawl out of the caves! These old men are more like ghosts than ghosts! Most of them are blind in their eyes, and each of them has rotten flesh and skin, but their stomachs are swollen, which is the characteristic of a standard person who is about to starve to death!

These people with big bellies, like turtles, crawled towards Ling Mo on the ground with difficulty and slowly, Ling Mo knew very well what these old people meant, they were begging for death! His invincible hands trembled for the first time: these iron fists could easily kill the seventh-level demonic beasts, and they could face the eighth-level demonic beasts head-on, but for some reason, in the face of these old people, Ling Mo couldn't do it anyway!

Brush, brush, brush.

Joan of Arc walked leisurely among the old people with a giant sword in her hand, cutting off the heads of every old man, and in a short time she killed all the old people all over the ground. With such a large-scale killing, there was not much blood spurting out, Joan of Arc just shook the blood marks on her shoes, and her whole body was as clean as new, and when she turned around, she showed a smile to Ling Mo:

"Mr. Ling, I originally just wanted to get my head back, but now it seems that there is something in this Dalong County that is waiting for me to purify. ”

Ling was silent, looked at Joan of Arc fixedly, and gave her a thumbs up for the first time from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them crossed the rock wall and quickly came to the wooded side of the hill. Sure enough, in the damp and low bushes, a number of parasitic holes were dug out, filled with old people waiting to die. On the way down the mountain, Joan of Arc killed them all and came to the foot of the mountain with Ling Mo.

There, a crystal clear stream flows silently and winds its way into the misty distance.

Walking along the stream, I suddenly encountered a peach blossom forest, growing on both sides of the stream, hundreds of steps long, there are no other trees in the middle, the flowers and plants are fresh and beautiful, and the fallen flowers are scattered on the ground. Jeanne d'Arc was amazed by the sight and continued to walk to the end of the forest.

At the end of the peach grove is the birthplace of the stream, so another mountain appears, and there is a small hole in the mountain, and the hole seems to be a little bright, so the two of them bow down and enter through the hole. At first, the hole was narrow enough for one person to pass through. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly became open and bright.

What appeared in front of them was a flat, wide land, with neat rows of houses. There are also fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo forests, and so on. The fields and paths are intertwined, and the crowing of chickens and dogs can be heard everywhere. People came and went in the fields, and men and women dressed completely differently than the people of the world outside the rotten land. The elderly and children are all comfortable and happy.

If it weren't for what I had just seen, this paradise-like place would naturally make people feel calm and relaxed. But when I think of the abandoned old mountain outside, and then look at the scene in front of me, I will only feel the chill doubling and making my scalp tingle!