With a loud bang, the magnificent church completely collapsed, sending up smoke and dust a hundred meters high.

Xu Changqing looked at the undead slave in front of him expressionlessly.

343, this is the total number of people he killed in half an hour, it is not very efficient, you must know that he is killing thousands of monsters now, and it will only be done in twenty minutes.

Of course, killing is different from killing, and killing these bandits and wandering wizards is just a piggyback hand during the tour for him, and it is not a battle at all.

There is no need to say any cruel words, these people have already tasted the taste of soul burning, and they know that Xu Changqing can let them taste the extreme pain again at any time, and honestly obeying orders is the only way out.

One of the benefits of being an undead slave is that they have a special bond with their master and know how powerful the other person is.

I have to say that this is definitely more awesome than any legendary existence they have ever heard of, and he is simply a god of death walking in the world. It is the embodiment of the power of death, and all kinds of killing glory can be revised in a book.

Now, get to work!

If you die, you will be used by me, Xu Changqing is definitely the most vicious type of exploiter.

It must be said that except for the mage and swordsman of the church power, the rest are waste wood, if you really want to return to the extreme realm, this level of waste wood, an elite monster can kill a thousand people.

Including the dozens of wandering wizards who can only cast primary spells such as magic bullets, they are all scum.

But Xu Changqing needs such scum, which is paving the way for the establishment of the White Bone Castle, Death Knell Town, Tombstone Town, and so on. There is a shortage of people in the extreme world, and the more than 3,000 numbers in Changning City are not enough for him to play, so he will find it from here.

Bandits, wandering wizards, it's not a pity to die.

Of course, it is estimated that there are so many people with bloody plots, what is in Cao Ying's heart in Han, he is actually a good person......

Whatever, he is their retribution, appearing in the wrong place at the wrong time and in the wrong place, don't complain about bad luck.

In turn, he is also waiting for his karma, and here maybe whose mother is a goddess and whose son is a sword saint, oh yes, he also detained part of the soul of a god of light just now.

Come on, the long-term battle with the monster has made him numb to the thing of fighting, keep killing and killing, don't BB if you can do it, become a king or defeat a villain, make the world simpler, it's good.

That night, when the moon climbed into the sky, Xu Changqing made a simple impromptu speech to these not like slaves.

"Are you dead? This must first determine the proposition of death, how to count as death. It seems to me that you are not dead, you still have your own consciousness, you still have joys and sorrows, you can still think, you can see, you can hear, you can touch, but this state will not last forever, just like life is bound to die, and the decay of the soul is only a matter of time. ”

"People have been racing against death since they were born, and you are the same now, the good thing is that as long as you are willing to work hard, you can keep winning, knowing that you feel that you have lived enough. The downside is that you have to work harder than you have in the past. The result of laziness is that the energy of death erodes the soul, eroding memories little by little, and at the same time causing a strange pain. ”

"Ten hard work, one harvest, ten points of strength accumulated at night, the day can merge a light, this light is the key to ensure that the soul is not eroded. So if you are interested in maintaining yourself, continuing to interact with the world, or waiting to bathe in the light and become a new person, work hard. The method has been left in your souls, calm down and think about it. ”

How many people bought it, Xu Changqing didn't know, he felt that there would definitely be.

In his view, whether there is a "good death is better than a life" mentality is not the key to whether or not you can adapt to the harsh environmental pressure and survive, the key is hope, if you can't have hope, then the self-destruction mechanism in human nature will attack.

The suicide rate in Japan, which is the origin of the world, remains high, not only because of the huge pressure of survival and heavy work, but also because of the serious class solidification, so that many people have no possibility of getting ahead. If there is no hope, it is not far from being misanthropic and abandoned.

In order for the Baron of Death coat of arms to be completely bagged, several conditions need to be met.

Building or something is the easiest, there is an immortal system by your side, and there is no pressure in this regard. It's the townspeople who are more troublesome.

Tombstone Town is easy to say, it refers to the dead man, his white bone warrior can act as it, and the dead soul is a consciousness body, a very standard tombstone town townman.

Deathknell is going to be a little harder, the living dead.

The death knell strikes, and death enters the countdown, but not yet. Or rather, not dead.

Generally speaking, the townspeople of this town are made up of people who are desperate for death. Like a necromancer or something.

However, Xu Changqing doesn't like it, that kind of person, if you label it, evil is the first, and choosing death is just a variety of reasons, such as for strength, in order to continue to survive in the world.

He didn't like these shoddy lords, and he didn't like Knell Town to become a spiritual garbage dump more smoky than pirates' gold caves, eternally filled with intrigue and killing, and notorious.

This kind of place, he believes that there are already many worlds related to the dead world, and there is no need to add to them.

So he hopes that the overall atmosphere of his Death Territory will be more solemn and pure, and not tainted with those messy added value.

After a night, it seems that the slaves' bodies are plump again, their muscles are acquainted, there is no fat, and they all seem to have been in good shape for many years.

The human physique in the extreme world is excellent, and the most inferior ones are elite templates, and there are many hero templates, so although they all have typical oriental faces, and they are mainly black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned, but their physique is very Western, even more Westerner than Westerners.

Correspondingly, women are also tall and big, and ********, such as the battle nuns of the Sisters of the Holy Eye, are very eye-catching, but there are not many as exaggerated as Kardashian, and the most important thing is that Kardashian is not bodybuilding at all compared to the battle nuns.

A woman who has been drained by the power of death and enriched can be very close to the physique of a battle nun, and if it weren't for the discord of the face, I am afraid it would be reminiscent of the drow elves.

In this regard, Xu Changqing is still quite satisfied, qualified coolies, and in line with his aesthetics, what he hates the most is the sissy and the squeamish girl, as well as the kind of knife girl who completely ignores the basic logic and holds a super-large weapon on her arm.

marched into this world to set off a storm of death.

Xu Changqing already almost knew what he needed to do.

The Tower of Babel, located in the craggy mountains, is just to the northwest, not far from where he landed when he came into this world.

There are many legends about the Tower of Babel, which have been bad in recent years, and it is said that the owner of the Tower of Babel built a passage to the other world and summoned demons.

There are also rumors that the powerhouse of the Holy Realm has been enslaved by the devil and is preparing to open a constant large-scale otherworldly channel.

Isn't it easy to think of something?

Of course, Xu Changqing thought of it, the primordial monster.

Perhaps the first monster that appeared in the Extreme Realm was put in by this Sanctuary who successfully opened the passage.

So how do you do that? Escort it, ensure the correctness of history, or change history and reverse the future?

There is another question to consider before considering this question:

If the primordial monster was put into the extreme realm this time, then when and in what way countless immortal path cultivators appeared?

Or, what the Sacred Domain powerhouse put in this time was actually not a primordial monster, but the Immortal Dao Pioneer Group?

Xu Changqing was very depressed, the human beings in this world could only provide him with the history they knew, as well as some of the current situation. And when he makes a judgment, he actually needs more information about the future for the people of this world.

Whether the Sacred Domain powerhouse has successfully opened the passage or not, whether it is a primordial monster or the Immortal Dao Pioneer Group, what he needs to know is this. It's a pity that no one can tell him.

It was already the Tower of Babel, Xu Changqing sat in the car, and fell into deep thought as the carriage bumped. The main task is still confused, and the energy consumption that is not like a servant also makes him unhappy.

He is like a factory owner who has a bunch of foodies but no orders to start working, under pressure, and he doesn't know how long it will take to get back up and running.

I want to kill something!

It's a pity that there is nothing valuable in the extreme world in front of you, there is no technology, no special, no extreme, there are only rotten street things, this is a world suitable for life, not a world to make bloody money.

Now that I think about those monsters, I really can't wait to go up and kiss them, thank them for their money-giving behavior, righteous, too righteous, and it feels good to never worry about not having a job.

Xu Changqing's nature is not high, but he has trouble to find him.

"Boss, someone wants to join our team for a ride."

Xu Changqing snorted, and said in his heart: "It's this kind of person who can't see the limelight and fire clearly." ”

His perception range is so wide, so he has naturally been aware of the existence of this group of people for a long time.

I didn't pay special attention, it looked like a caravan, but there were more people, there was a little more passenger than freight, it seemed that there was something wrong, and he stopped in the open space on the side of the road, he was too lazy to take care of it, and the other party took the initiative to ask for the door.

"Follow them if you want, and tell them that we won't stop for them."

The caravan fully accepted this condition, and soon Xu Changqing knew why, a big river blocked the way, and the old bridge was washed away by the flash flood a few days ago.

And that's not the main problem, the real problem is the large number of fish people, whose riverside homes have also been washed back, are quite active these days and are collecting materials, and even food.

The fertility of the fish people is comparable to that of mice, oviparous, twelve months a year, always in estrus, with an average of one litter every one and a half months, 7-12 per litter.

On land, the only people who can compare fertility with fish-people are kobolds, who are also oviparous.

Xu Changqing summoned the spell caster Lei Huo from the cave and instructed him to clean it up.

Like a helicopter gunship, Thunderfire flew past and began to shoot bolts of thunder and fire.

Half an hour later, there were countless corpses floating on the river, not like slaves pulling nets downstream to catch corpses, lined up in a line and kept passing, one transmission line was not enough, and the two teams threw corpses on the shore.

When the battle was over, at least a thousand fishmen were shot, and the blood flowed into the river for a full hour.

The people of the caravan looked at Xu Changqing and the immortal slave with obvious awe in their eyes.

And when Xu Changqing began to refine the corpse, it became a ghost-like horror and fear.

I didn't dare to run for fear of being killed.

Xu Changqing also joked with others very badly: "Isn't it funny, trying to stay away from death, but choosing to dance with death." ”

The principals of the caravan were about to cry.

"Is it that terrible, I need some hard work, and I happen to have the technology to work with corpses."

Xu Changqing is telling the truth, the fish-man coolies can not only be used to rebuild bridges, but also to build castles or something in the future.

It's just that the immortal conversion of the death system involves the number of places and energy consumption, which is not very cost-effective. simply used the relatively crude immortal Dao corpse refining method to practice into a yin corpse.

This is even lower than the killing corpse that was spawned with the Yin Charm in the camp of the Rock Gang in the Demon World, and it is a real crude goods, which can only be used as coolies, and there is no possibility of upgrading.

"Maybe there's something we can do to make you feel better, and help build the bridge, just as we pay for it as a temporary guard."

Sure enough, hearing Xu Changqing say this, the caravan principal, and even the people below were not as flustered as before.

Sometimes the situation is so laughable and too polite, it will flatter them, and it will make them suspect that there is a painful knife brewing in secret, and they will be instructed to do things, and let them pay the price of labor, etc., which can make them feel at ease.

(End of chapter)