On the five-colored sacred mountain, with the passage of time, it is gradually covered with dust.

Only dust can fall on it, and the density of this sacred mountain is so great that no plant can take root here.

Not even a little moss can appear on top of Mount Kinabalu.

Beneath the gloomy abyss, only a thick earth aura is permeating, making the mountain more and more stable.

On the sacred mountain, a special realm weapon has been fused with it.

The Gravity Domain and the Sacred Mountain, under the fusion of the earth qi over the years, have become inseparable from each other, forming a super powerful domain armament.

It's a pity that this weapon has lost its owner, and it is impossible for either Lusman or Huangtian to take this realm weapon into their own hands, they no longer have the ability to do so.

The life under the sacred mountain, if there is life, may sleep there forever.

At the bottom of Mount Kinabalu, the eternal permafrost of the abyss underground, there are almost no gaps in density.

But just under the mountain, there is a little light of life, which exists unyieldingly.

This is Lin Zhen, the once powerful Ghost Face King, who has been miserably pressed under the sacred mountain.

Lin Zhen did not die, and there are many reasons why he did not die.

The first is Lin Zhen's strong defense, which helped him block this catastrophe.

In addition to the defensive power, there is another extremely important reason, that is, when he received the attack of the Eight Sledgehammers, or when he was suppressed by the Divine Mountain, there was another person who helped him share the damage.

This man is the Lord of Hate.

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a tall one, and this tall one can be understood as tall or powerful.

The Lord of Hate was held by Lin Zhen and had no way to leave, because his ability was even stronger, so when he received the blow of the Divine Mountain, the Lord of Hate was under the greatest pressure.

In this way, it saved Lin Zhen's life, his body was basically broken under such a heavy pressure, but his soul survived because of it.

The Mixed Yuan Armor is worthy of being the best armed battle armor, although it is deformed under the weight of the Divine Mountain, it leaves Lin Zhen with a trace of gaps, so that his body will not be completely shattered, and there is still some flesh and blood left inside the armor.

However, because of the strong pressure between the sacred mountain and the ground, his body could not recover in this narrow range, so Lin Zhen was almost in soul form at the moment, at least his body could not recover for the time being.

When the Divine Mountain was first suppressed, the Lord of Hate beside Lin Zhen had resisted strongly.

As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the Lord of Hate appeared confidently, thinking that he could pick up a ready-made bargain, but unfortunately he was put on the spot by Lin Zhen and completely fell into this.

He was unwilling, he still had the ability to resist, but he didn't expect Huangtian and the others to add a high-grade realm weapon again.

The weight of the sacred mountain, which is comparable to that of the galaxy, has doubled several times again, directly crushing the Lord of Hate who is trying to resist.

His body had been completely shattered, and there was only a little blood flowing beside Lin Zhen.

The space here is only enough to hold a little bit of blood, and this is true of the Lord of Hatred, and so is Lin Zhen.

Neither of them died, but there was no way to really resurrect them, they could only exist in the form of blood, looking at each other unpleasantly, but neither of them could help their opponents.

Lin Zhen swallowed the liquid of domination, and there was originally a period of weakness, but now his body cannot recover, and it doesn't matter if he is weak or not.

At the very beginning of entering the bottom of the sacred mountain, the Lord of Hate taunted Lin Zhen vigorously.

"Little bastard, what's going on? What a waste of effort, right? You think that swallowing the liquid of domination can make Lao Tzu die, but Lao Tzu still survived, and now you are just a drop of blood, what can you do with me?"

Faced with the taunts of the Lord of Hatred, Lin Zhen scoffed.

"It's really ridiculous, you're nothing more than a liquid, and you're still in the mood to laugh at me? I thought I was very strong and rushed out, but in the case of dominance, I wasn't pulled by Lao Tzu to cushion the quilt, if I can't get out, can you get out? If I just throw yourself against your wall and evaporate, lest you be embarrassed to live. ”

The arrogant Lord of Hate was furious: "You are really looking for death, to this point, you are still playing tricks with me, and when our other Abyss Lords arrive, it will be the time when I get out of trouble, and then I will ......" ”

"Okay, okay, don't daydream, if I'm not mistaken, unless you really die, the other masters of the abyss can sense it, now your little tadpole state is still alive, they can't feel it, birds don't here, the dimensional universe can't receive radio waves, you can rest assured and prepare to see the scenery here for a hundred trillion years." ”

The Lord of Hate is not a fool, of course he can understand what the little tadpole means, and for Lin Zhen's poisonous tongue, he will smoke in his seven senses.

"Anyway, you're also a god king, don't you feel like you've lost your identity by saying such things?"

"Hehe! This is really a coincidence, I might as well tell you, I'm actually just a middle-rank god, and I haven't even reached the realm of a high-ranking god, so what kind of god king is it? How about it? With the strength of almost quasi-domination, was it unexpectedly surprised by me, a mid-rank god? Are you happy? Surprised, surprised, not surprised?"

Hearing Lin Zhen's words, the Lord of Hate first froze, and then became furious.

If it was to this extent with a powerful god king, he would admit it, but he was almost killed by a median god, how could the Lord of Hate accept it.

He roared, wanting to scold Lin Zhen angrily.

Don't look at his strength much more than Lin Zhen, but if you want to scold people, the ten hated lords are not Lin Zhen's opponents.

Baptized by 5,000 years of civilization and reborn in a lifetime, Lin Zhen's mastery of language civilization is far from being comparable to this lord of hatred who lives in the abyss of the earth all day long and has never even seen much sunlight.

Lin Zhen was bored when he was alive in his previous life, he had seen something called shouting microphone, he had a good memory, and he could almost say those things for three days and three nights without repeating a word.

Anyway, now he has nothing to do, and when Lin Zhen is fine, he sprays wildly at the Lord of Hatred.

There are some words that the Lord of Hates can understand, and there are others that he can't.

But after living for so many years, his comprehension ability is still good, and Lin Zhen can definitely hear him scolding him.

He wanted to fight back, but his barren language library couldn't organize any decent vocabulary.

When he was often sprayed with blood by Lin Zhen, his face was red and his neck was thick, he couldn't help but understand the meaning of Lin Zhen's words, and after understanding, he was annoyed.

Of course, it's irritation, which is useless.

The communication between the two people is the communication of spiritual power, the sun, moon and star ring above Lin Zhen's head are almost embedded in the soil, and Lin Zhen can also use the power of this spiritual power to continue to spray him.

The Lord of Hate's spiritual power was no stronger than Lin Zhen's, and he fought back, and every day Lin Zhen's words were like flies buzzing in his sea of spiritual consciousness, making him almost go crazy.

He didn't have any possibility of cultivation at all, and in the end, he simply closed his spiritual consciousness sea, preferring to be a stuffy gourd than communicating with Lin Zhen even a word.

There was no one to rescue him, and he was almost desperate, so he could only wait here for the day when he would see the light of day again, and at that time, he swore that he would stay away from this troll and never see this man again.

After finally completely getting rid of the Lord of Hatred, Lin Zhen did not sit still.

This catastrophe under the crushed mountain may not really be a catastrophe.