Ling Mo's words made Joan of Arc's heart tighten.

Looking at the dead corpse on the ground, Joan of Arc stroked the body of 'Thunder' with her hand, trying to feel the explosive power contained in it, and after a long time, she stood up and asked in an incredible tone, "A real seventh-level demonic beast died in such obscurity?"

"Why can't you die in obscurity?" Ling Mo said with some disdain: "Although the seventh-level demonic beast is powerful, it can't be said to be so rare, right?" In addition, although Thunder is claimed to be a seventh-level demonic beast, it belongs to the kind of demonic beast that has just crossed the seventh-level threshold, so there is really nothing surprising to die here. ”

"No, that's not what I meant. Joan of Arc explained, "I mean, isn't it strange that we were so close to this place just now, and the death of a seventh-level demonic beast didn't make any movement for us to notice?"

"This only shows one thing, that is, its opponent is far more terrifying than imagined!" Ling Mo angrily pushed Joan of Arc and said, "Hurry up and run! Stay here for a long time, accidentally encountered this terrible opponent, I think it definitely doesn't mind pinching us both to death!"

Joan of Arc nodded, and ran with Ling Mo again, this time, she no longer looked around, picked and picked up poses, and followed Ling Mo very honestly. Because her heart calmed down, she finally had some time to carefully observe the man's every move beside her, from the perspective of her sixth-level mid-rank demonic beast, this man was really not very powerful, but after observing it for a short time, she found a lot of extraordinary.

First of all, the most obvious point is that this man blends too well with the environment.

The two of them ran one after the other, and their movements were obviously similar, but for some reason, Joan of Arc always felt that Ling Mo's back seemed to be completely integrated into this piece of snow, and if he was not careful, he would be ignored, just like the nearby snowfield, the distant wasteland, the breeze around you, and the stars in the sky, you have these things in your eyes, but as long as you don't deliberately pay attention, you will always turn a blind eye.

If this method is applied to the battle, it will be simply terrible! Joan of Arc thought to herself, unless she was on guard at the beginning, she would inevitably be silently bullied by the other party, at least there was no possibility for her to dodge the first blow!

The second point is that the degree of coordination of the other party's whole body is far beyond Joan of Arc's cognition!

That kind of coordination can only be understood and indescribable, every step, every ups and downs, the transfer of the opponent's center of gravity, the rhythm of the muscle group are extremely coordinated, without the slightest waste, it is simply to use every ounce of their strength on the blade! To put it bluntly, in the eyes of Joan of Arc, a fighting monster, every movement of the other party is beautiful like a poem, and it is worth learning for a long time! Obviously, the level of strength is very different, but for some reason, Joan of Arc has a feeling that if you really want to fight to the death, it will definitely be herself!

It's weird!

After observing for a long time, Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Ling, if your basic strength is raised to my current level, how many times can you exert my destructive power?"

Ling Mo was stunned, of course he didn't know that the kung fu just now, Joan of Arc had carried out such a rich mental activity, the other party's abrupt question made him a little stunned, after thinking about it, he still replied: "If you only talk about physics, you can probably exert seven times the effect of your strength, right? But don't you still have the power of magic? I don't know anything about magic, and if I calculate this part, I can't calculate how many times the destructive power I can exert." ”

"Seven times?!"

Ling Mo talked about the part of magic that Joan of Arc directly skipped over, hearing this terrifying number, Joan of Arc suddenly became excited, hurried forward a few steps forward and walked side by side with Ling Mo, and asked excitedly: "Can it be played to such a terrifying extent? What kind of method is this? I have never heard of it! Could it be that in the more than 200 years since my death, some new power system has been created on the mainland?"

Ling Mo shook his head, pointed at himself, and said: "It's not the mainland that has created a new power system, it's me who has created a new power system, and I'll name it 'Martial Dao'!

"Interested!" Joan of Arc replied happily, but she immediately asked with some concern, "But I'm already dead, as a necromantic creature, can I still practice this 'martial art'?"

"No, necromantic creatures can only cultivate soul fire. Ling Mo shook his head: "Due to the completely different body structure and operation logic, it is inevitable that necromantic creatures can neither cultivate magic nor martial arts. ”

"Why can't you practice magic?" Joan of Arc was a little dissatisfied with Ling Mo's words, she raised her hand, and in the hand that was not holding the sword, a skull-like black energy appeared, eerie and terrifying, as if she wanted to choose someone to devour! Holding this skull, Joan of Arc showed Ling Mo: "Look! Level 6 curse is magic, death declaration!

"Oh, it's amazing. Ling Mo praised it perfunctorily, and then said nonchalantly: "Death has stopped, and you can give me a 'pain enhancement'?"

"This ......"

Joan of Arc choked suddenly, seeing her embarrassed appearance, Ling Mo smiled maliciously, "What's the matter?Miss Joan of Arc? Can't even cast a 'pain enhancement'? This is a first-level magic of the curse system? Even a junior mage can cast it casually, why can't you, a powerful sixth-level demonic beast?"

“......”

"Stop talking?" Ling Mo turned around, patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder, and said, "Just bluff others, do you think you can bluff me? You necromantic creatures, except for your own innate skills, you can't use any magic! As the soul fire grows stronger, you may comprehend more natural skills, but as long as it is not a skill engraved in the soul fire, you can't even send a small fireball! isn't it?"

"Mr. Ling, I have found that your erudition is far beyond my imagination. Joan of Arc raised the head in his hand, looked Ling Mo up and down, and said in a tone of great surprise: "With your size, the first feeling is that you are a muscle stick, I didn't expect it to be so good!

"Isn't that great?" Ling Mo smiled: "When you talk about love, you will definitely feel more feeling, don't you make a lot of money when you think about it this way?"

"If you continue like this, I'm going to really fall in love with you. ”

"That's too bad. ”

Joan of Arc was stunned, and suddenly burst into laughter, and even bent over with an exaggerated smile, and after a long time, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and muttered, "Mr. Ling, if I had met you three hundred years earlier, it would have been great!"

"You think too much," Ling Mo said unceremoniously: "Even if I met thirty years ago, I didn't have the leisure to talk nonsense with you, and I would have beheaded you a long time ago!"

Joan of Arc laughed again.

The sound is like a silver bell, and the tears are like rain.

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Finally ended the previous topic, and the two hit the road again, this time, neither of them spoke.

In the night sky, Carter has climbed to the highest position in the second month, indicating that it has entered the middle of the night at this time, and the three moons on the continent have their own characteristics, the first month has the highest brightness, the third month has the most flat shape, and the second month has the most colorful colors.

The second month 'Carter' is like Io's most perfect creation, its light is not high, and it does not disturb the rest of the creatures on the ground in the middle of the night. Although under normal conditions, its light is as bright as that of the other moons, but every thirty days, its color changes overnight.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, every color of light may be sprinkled, reflecting the light on the ground in a strange way, there are historical records, more than 1,000 years ago, the second month even sprinkled seven colors of light! All kinds of strange myths and legends on the continent, digging into the reasons for this, a large part of them are related to this naughty second month.

Because of this, ghosts and fantasy creatures have a natural affinity for the second month. When the second month changes color, their strength will reach its peak, and their self-confidence will burst, and at this moment, it is natural that there will be revenge and revenge, and today coincides with the second month turning red, and the red light shines on the crystal snow, staining everything with a layer of blood.

It stands to reason that Joan of Arc and Ling Mo had been walking for so long, and they should have encountered groups of ghosts who couldn't hold back and fought with each other, but at this time, those ghosts were all in a hurry, running wildly in the snow. Not to mention fighting, I don't even have the interest to look at each other more, as if there is some terrible existence chasing behind my ass, and if I stop a little, I will suffer a catastrophe.

After running for a long time, Joan of Arc finally couldn't help it, and said to Ling Mo worriedly: "Mr. Ling, do we need to take a break?" The uneasiness in the air is getting stronger and stronger, I think it's better for you to retain a little physical strength at the moment to deal with emergencies!"

Ling Mo didn't look back, and replied as he ran: "Don't worry about me, my physical strength is still very strong, I can handle any situation, it's ...... to run out of this snow early."

His words suddenly stopped, and the whole person stopped directly like a sudden brake, Joan of Arc was a little caught off guard, but he still forcibly controlled his body to turn a corner, and did not hit Ling Mo, finally stopped, and asked with some surprise: "Why don't you leave?" Mr. Ling?"

"The snow stopped. Ling Mo replied to the question, and then added: "I can't go." ”

"Where did it stop?" Joan of Arc reached out and scooped up a handful of the snow, wondering, "Isn't this a ...... return"

She couldn't go on, the original overwhelming snow, the snow was getting smaller at a rapid rate, and the six-petal snowflakes that were originally the size of goose feathers quickly transformed into crystals, and then completely stopped in a few breaths. There was silence between heaven and earth, and the red moonlight was silently sprinkled, adding to the tranquility.

Soon Joan of Arc discovered that it was not only the snow that had stopped, but also that the snow on the ground, which was more than two feet deep, was also sublimating at an incredible speed, and in a matter of seconds, only a thin layer of snow remained, and in some places even the original brown wasteland had been revealed, which was so rapid that it was terrifying. At the same time as the ice and snow melted, the scenery that was originally hidden under the ice and snow was also revealed in front of Joan of Arc's eyes, making her exclaim half in surprise and cover her mouth suddenly!

This place is simply a slaughterhouse!

The ground is full of stump fragments, a head of different sizes, different shapes of reindeer died tragically on the ground, some were torn apart, the most complete place on the body is a small leg, some were trampled into a meat pie, stuck to the ground like a disgusting paste, just now the snow covered the frozen hard when it was fine, at this time the temperature rose and the limbs thawed, these pieces of meat were trembling one by one, exuding a strong bloody and rancid smell!

Joan of Arc's shocked voice rang out, "What's going on? Are all the reindeer dead here?"

"That's right. Ling Mo sighed, pointed to the flesh slaughterhouse in front of him and said: "The creatures that kill them have the attribute of 'sucking life', that's why their flesh rots so quickly, you count them yourself, there are eight large pieces of meat gathered on the ground, plus the 'thunder' we have seen before, that is to say, Santa's nine reindeer are all ......"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a terrible neighing of a horse! Joan of Arc's door panel giant sword let out a tremor, a cloud of black mist pounced out of the giant sword, turning into a headless horse and falling into the snow, it can be clearly seen that the penetrating wound on the horse's abdomen is still bubbling black gas, making it a little unstable to stand, but Xiao Han ignored it completely, it even rolled and crawled in front of a pulp of flesh, and its two front hooves were anxiously pulling in the flesh and blood, extremely anxious!

Soon, it pulled out what it wanted, that is, Rudolph's head, but at this moment, this head can no longer be called a head, half of its face is directly missing, it is torn and tattered, the heavenly spirit cover is also shattered, and the brain inside is gone, only the iconic red nose remains, attached to the collapsed half of the maxilla, hanging crookedly around the mouth!

Looking at this deer head that was less than a third left, Xiao Han still refused to give up, it put this rotten head on his neck again and again, there was no reaction at all, the head had no intention of being connected to it at all, it slipped off its neck again and again, fell to the ground, and became more tattered!

Finally, Xiao Han gave up, stretched out its front hooves, and stepped on the head of the deer that could not be seen, shattering its head, and screaming in despair!

Ling Mo and Joan of Arc watched this scene silently, not knowing what to say to comfort this desperate headless horse, when they hesitated, Xiao Han's neighing seemed to alarm something, and not far from the ground, there was a strange loud noise!

With each sound, the ground cracked a crack hundreds of meters long, and hot magma erupted from the cracks, melting everything, turning the snow-capped wasteland a second ago into a crimson lava hell!

At the same time, a low, bitter and hateful voice sounded, letting out an earth-shattering roar! This roar had a strange rhythm, and it was obviously not spoken in mainland language, but everyone understood its meaning, felt its emotions, and experienced its hatred that could not be washed away by the water of the five lakes and three rivers!

"Pain!"

"Misery!"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

"The Mountain of Bones trembles from my torment!"

"The sad town of Fairytale crumbles in my rage!"

"Eventually, the entire Rotten Lands will be destroyed!"

"In the shadow of my wings,"

"All things are ashes!"

"My name is Deathwing, the destroyer of destiny, the end of all things!"

"Unstoppable, unstoppable!"

"I!i.e., great, disaster, change!"