Filthy soil Ling Mo appeared in front of everyone, and it was two at a time, which immediately made everyone feel a suffocating sense of oppression, and on the battlefield, except for Ling Mo and Nesario inexplicably scolding synchronously, the silent crows were silent.

Filthy Earth Lingmo and Ling Mo himself look almost the same, every detail of the body is almost identical, the only difference is that Filthy Soil Lingmo's face, body, legs, and bare skin everywhere are mottled like the skin of the wall peeling off, as if he has been driving a broken car for many years, and the patent leather is cracked; Cold, there is no longer a genuine Ling Mo with a smile on his face, that kind of heart-warming power.

Speaking of which, Ling Mo and Nesario are actually not afraid of this kind of filthy earth reincarnation, because the strength that the filthy earth body can exert is very limited, the filthy earth body of the sixth-level demonic beast is about seventy percent of the strength of the body, and the seventh-level demonic beast is about forty percent, like Ling Mo's entire level of the filthy earth body, the strength that can be inherited is definitely less than one-tenth of the body!

But there is a problem here, after all, Ling Mo is an eighth-level boss, and a tenth of his combat power is not a matter for him and Nesario, but they can't make a move! This kind of existence outside the specifications is simply too powerful for him and Nesario's respective men!

After scolding, Nesario quickly calmed down and asked Ling Mo, "Little brother, what's the matter with you? You were so careless and injured in a place like Bone Mountain?"

"It's not that I'm careless, it's that I really can't help it. Ling Mo spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "I was eating hot pot and singing songs in the Warcraft Rainforest, and I was having a good time, but suddenly I was hit by the guy in the Golden Fortress with an 'atomic annihilation cannon' on the head, I tried all my best to save my life, and I woke up and came here."

At that time, I was covered in wounds, my whole body was broken, and my strength was so damaged that I was almost buried in the mountain of bones and suffocated, so I didn't care if I would be collected by Skeletron? By the way, you know this! Didn't you see me before? That was when you killed Santa's nine reindeer!"

Recalling this stubble, Nesario knew very well in his heart that this was not Ling Mo's fault, he was a little speechless for a while, but it only lasted for a moment, and then he said arrogantly and domineeringly: "I don't care! All in all, this is your filthy soil, and you have to be responsible for solving it yourself! Let my subordinates have a hard time with a guy with a perverted body like you, I can't bear it!"

"Oh, do I have to solve my filthy earth body by myself?" Ling Mo sneered and said, "Since this is the case, then I feel that this trip will not be able to be built, let's say goodbye, I won't kill this Skeleton King?"

After that, Ling Mo didn't even hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and walked in the direction he came, his movements were crisp and neat, without any dragging. Seeing that he was so resolute, Nesario cut in his heart, quickly put on a smiling face, and said: "Brother, why are you so angry?

"Didn't you say that and it would be over?" Ling Mo stopped and said dissatisfiedly: "You proposed to kill this Skeleton King, and I don't have to kill it, it's a big deal to break up!" Besides, when it really happens, most of the benefits will definitely be taken by you, and I can only drink a few sips of soup, from this point of view, you should make more efforts, at least fly over quickly, and solve this filthy earth body on my side first!"

"The surname is Ling, do you hear that you are talking about human words?!Don't think that I don't know the little calculation in your heart!" Nesario was furious, and simply made his words clear:

"Nominally, the two of us came to hunt Skeletron, but it's just because we are both stronger than Skeletron, so it's just a strong combination! When the fight really starts, no matter who among the three of us is too weak and breaks the delicate balance of strength, they will be killed by the other two people immediately! Anyway, the goal is to kill the eighth-level demonic beast, and it doesn't matter who kills it at all! In this case, do you think I will expend extra energy so that you and Skeletron have a chance to be in trouble?"

"That's right," Ling Mo nodded, very shamelessly admitting what he thought in his heart, and then said: "According to your analysis, the current situation is a dead knot, we can't do anything at all, so what's the ink, just go home!"

"You don't have to pretend to be confused here!" Nesario glared at the dragon, and said angrily again: "Hurry up, tell me the skills that you think you may be inherited by the Filthy Earth Reincarnation, and what weaknesses you have in the body of a martial artist, the more detailed the better! Correspondingly, if you pay the information, I will let my subordinates take the lead, to test the reality of the filthy earth body, and take a trip to the thunder for you, this is always interesting, right?"

"The eldest cousin really deserves to be the most powerful dragon king in history, doing things is atmospheric, and the younger brother feels that he is deeply impressed!" As soon as he heard this, Ling Mo immediately put on a smiling face, and his flattering words were straightforward. Then he thought about it for a moment, and with a mouth, he Nessario into smoke:

"You asked me what weaknesses the Martial Saint has...... I'm sorry, but the Martial Saint's body is perfect and doesn't have any weaknesses!"

"You ——!!"

Seeing that Nesario was pointing at him with one claw, his face full of anger, 'Are you kid playing with me when you say this?', Ling Mo hurriedly explained: "Don't be angry! Don't be impatient! Among creatures of the same level, no matter which system it is or what kind of strength attribute, the Martial Saint can stabilize one head, you can recall the battle with me more than ten years ago, you can understand that what I said is absolutely the truth!"

“......”

Nessario was once again speechless, the battle where the scales were uncovered was the last thing he wanted to mention about the scars of his life. But every time he dreams back at midnight, when he recalls that experience, he will painfully find that no matter how many deductions he makes and how many ways he thinks, he will not be able to escape the fate of defeat! In fact, Nesario admits in his heart that the body of the martial saint is synonymous with perfection, there are no shortcomings, as long as the IQ is online, the enemy will never have any opportunity to take advantage of!

Sighing, just as Nesario was about to give the order to let the Phantom Spearmen take the lead, he heard Ling Mo take the initiative to say:

"The fact that the Martial Saint body has no weaknesses does not mean that this filthy earth body has no weaknesses. The concept of 'one-tenth of combat power' is too vague, is it one-tenth of my defense, or one-tenth of my attack, or one-tenth of my speed?

No matter which one it is, it has broken the perfect balance of the original Martial Saint, and it is bound to be unable to maintain the homeostasis of the internal environment in the body for a long time! Therefore, my suggestion is to consume a little longer, and this filthy earth body will collapse by itself!"

"You mean to make my men go on the defensive, that's a light point!" Nesario said coldly, "Attacking and suppressing, you can't do much damage to your filthy earth, if you only defend and let that guy play, God knows how many unheard-of skills he will use!

Ling Mo smiled proudly: "Three minutes! After more than three minutes of fighting, how about I personally take action and take care of my filthy soil?"

Receiving this promise, Nesario immediately closed his mouth, and just as he waved his hand to give the Phantom Spearmen an order, his subordinate, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, shook his head irritably and roared:

"Let me come! I don't believe it, with my thousand years of penance, under the hands of a clone, I can't hold on for even three minutes!"

After that, without waiting for Nesario to agree, Bakar flapped his wings, brought up a shower of meteors, and pounced on the filthy soil Lingmo!

Damn, this guy is so worthy of being called the 'Tyrannosaurus King', his personality is so hot and reckless!

Ling Mo complained in his heart, and then looked at Nesario with a gaze full of banter and teasing, the meaning was very obvious: Big cousin, your boss is a bit of a wimp, and he can't even restrain his own subordinates?

Nesario's face remained unchanged, and he only explained lightly: "Bakar was the king of the dragon clan of the previous generation, and he ruled the entire dragon clan for more than three thousand five hundred years before I was promoted to the eighth rank. Later, due to the clan rules, the position of dragon king was given to me as the most powerful, but he was not very convinced in his heart, thinking that I was just a young dragon who relied on a little luck, saying that he was soaring in the sky, and I was still catching sheep in the green grassland! ”

“...... All right. ”

This extremely realistic explanation made Ling Mo completely speechless, and he used the fastest speed to pass on a large list of information about himself to Nesario, of course, it was all something that didn't matter, and as for the few skills that the system brought him, none of them were revealed. Moreover, Ling Mo felt that with Skeletron's strength, there was still some hope for the ability to copy his own body, but it was absolutely hopeless to say that the skill of the replication system was absolutely hopeless!

At the first glance of the information, Nesario scolded again: "What's the matter with you, little brother?!, why is the first page all our dragons' own combat skills?...... Note: Generally three to four percent more powerful than the original? Little brother, didn't I say you, and you don't have much hair, why are you so confident?"

“......”

Choked by Nesario and unable to say a word, Ling Mo paused for a long time before he could organize the language: "In the past, when my battle mode was not clear, I often stole the unique skills of various magical beasts, imitating their shapes and meanings. You dragons, a species that have dominated the top of the food chain for thousands of years, are naturally the most important thing to imitate! It's not uncommon to know a few more of your skills, isn't it? As for the power, my understanding and control of the body are many times stronger than that of the dragon, and it is understandable that the power is greater than the original, right?"

Nesario snorted in frustration, he knew that Ling Mo was telling the truth, and there was no refutation at all, so he had to turn his head to observe the movement on the battlefield, but he didn't expect this to surprise him:

Bakar rushed up, and one person and one dragon quickly entered the fast-paced offensive and defensive stage, but it was obvious that Bakar was pressing the opponent to fight! Punches, claws, kicks, tail flicks, head hammers, wing strikes, and other actions flowed smoothly, forcing Filthy Soil Lingmo to stumble left and right, and he couldn't breathe at all! That is, in less than thirty seconds, Filthy Soil Lingmo's whole body was injured all over his body, ranging from light to severe, and blood was gurgling down, soaking his sports shorts!

It's not magic!!

Nesario's eyes were about to bulge, and he recalled that he had accidentally been close to Ling Mo, and in the process of close combat, he was completely dominated by Ling Mo! Regardless of punching and kicking, no matter if he made any moves, he would be seen through by Ling Mo one step in advance, and he would counteract in a way that made him uncomfortable! Bakar's realm was not much stronger than that of Ling Mo, how could he press the opponent in close combat?

"Hahaha! Is the Watcher's filthy earth so powerful?

Bakar became more and more brave and ferocious, and at first Nesario was a little worried, fearing that this was a weak tactic to show the enemy. It wasn't until Bakar slashed the Raptor's air that one of Filthy Mulmo's arms was cut off directly, and a smile finally appeared on Nesario's face.

Feeling that the overall situation had been decided, Ling Mo couldn't make any waves, Nesario looked at Ling Mo who was frowning, and said with a smile: "Yo! It's not that in your hands, our dragon clan's skills are three or four percent stronger? Why didn't I see it? Little brother, you shouldn't be putting gold on your face, right? Originally, your filthy earth body couldn't beat Bakar, and now he has a broken arm, unless he knows the king fist of the realm, so as not to let it be completely cold!"

"What did you say?!"

Nesario's words made Ling Mo, who had always frowned and felt that something was wrong, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his heart, and he asked hurriedly, "You just said 'Realm King Fist'?!Have you seen other people use this trick?"

"I haven't actually seen it, but I have a demo in my legacy memory. Seeing Ling Mo's seriousness, Nesario put away his laughter and quickly replied: "According to the legend, the standard skill of your previous generation of human powerhouses temporarily increased their combat power ranging from 2 times to 100 times at the cost of damaging your body......"

Speaking of this, Nesario reacted, and looked at Ling Mo with wide eyes: "You will be the king of the realm?!! then why don't you write it in the information?!!

I originally thought that the Realm King Fist was a skill produced by the system, and it was impossible for Skeletron to copy it, but how could I have thought that this skill continent already existed?!

Ling Mo cursed in his heart, and just as he nodded and admitted to Nesario, a terrifying scene appeared on the battlefield on the other side!

Filthy Earth Ling Mo, who had lost one of his arms, was expressionless, his whole body flashed with an extremely subtle light, and with a flick of his foot, he directly used a 'Ascending Dragon Fist' against Bakar's broad chest!

Click——!!

The fists and claws collided, and Bakar's arm directly snapped, bending backwards in a Z-shape!

Win!

It was only then that a smile appeared on Ling Mo's face. But his smile quickly condensed on his face, and Bakar, who had been blasted in the heart, had his chest completely open, and his body was full of silver-white metal devices, which turned out to be a mixture of flesh and blood!

"Let, you, lose, hope!"

Bakar opened his mouth word by word, with an obvious electronic voice: "You have a lot of knowledge about Warcraft and have a deep understanding of the dragon's body, but unfortunately, the heart is not my key point!" As he spoke, Bakar probed with one claw, and grabbed the filthy soil Ling Mo who was in a weak state after using the Realm King Fist, and bit forward with his hideous big mouth, and tore it hard, tearing it in half!

Looking at the blood all over the ground, Bakar obviously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and while muttering, 'The injury is too bad, I need to eat some good supplements', while leaning down and lying on the ground, eating the filthy corpse of Ling Mo one by one!