Not....

Lin Sheng felt a large number of chaotic memories flood into his mind.

Unlike the previous two dreams, the memories he absorbed this time were completely unexpected.

The picture is chaotic, the sound is chaotic, and there is almost no formed image information to be seen. All memories are like overturned fuel barrels, jumbled and unrecognizable.

The only memory that is slightly more complete is a vague thought. That thought seems to be the only obsession that still persists in this person's heart.

It's like the last bit of land in a sea of chaos that hasn't sunk. It is the existence that represents the last bit of order.

Lin Sheng carefully screened out this idea, and the rest was worthless and ignored all.

There is only one thought left, and there is still a glimmer of information.

'Find the Stripping Circle left behind by Evil Eagle in the third dungeon.

Only a Stripping Demon Circle that can extract the primordial bloodline from any creature can strip the chaotic blood from my body.

That's the only way to keep me alive.....

This obsession is the only thing left to do with this information. The rest has become a mosaic of chaos and illogicality.

"Evil Igge?" Lin Sheng recalled the name from his memory.

It seems like it's just a pronunciation.

The thoughts in this person's memory are just a thought information, and there is no specific language. So he can understand it.

But the other pictures don't speak well.

This time the dream doesn't seem to be in the Gurren script. It's a different language he's never been exposed to.

At this time, the corpse of the robed man was leaning against the corner, his body half-sitting motionless, already dead.

Lin Sheng stepped forward and searched him a few times. Find a silver key, a glass vial containing silver powder, and a blurry scroll.

"This guy has the impression that this Stripping Demon Array seems to be able to directly strip out its original bloodline from any existence and turn it into pure bloodline crystals. It seems like a good thing....."

Lin Sheng put away his things, put everything back into the black cloth bag on the robed man, and then directly ripped off the cloth bag and tied it to himself.

After killing the robed man, Lin Sheng felt that his physical strength was exhausted. He rested in place for a while.

After a few moments, he got up and continued on his way.

Soon another group of three heavily armored soldiers appeared.

Lin Sheng didn't say a word, he took the lead in making a move, and took a few photos to solve the three heavily armored soldiers.

This time, he finally absorbed a fragment of a soldier's soul.

Most of the soldier's mind was chaotic, and only a little memory was barely clear.

From this memory, Lin Sheng barely knew that this place was called the Elven Dungeon.

One day, a powerful court mage named Evil Eagle suddenly appeared here, and he brought with him a powerful magic circle called the Stripping Demon Circle.

This magic array can be used to strip the prisoner of all kinds of ancient bloodlines and use it for him.

These soldiers were the pawns who were ordered by their superiors to cooperate with the evil eagle's operation.

Because any of the languages that Lin Sheng knew were not applicable here, it was very difficult for him to distinguish and memorize the information.

And in the memory of this soldier, those mages called the power they manipulated, not mana, but the power of decay.

"This place ..... The power of decay...?"

Lin Sheng paused, changed his heavy sword again, and continued to move forward.

The dungeon passage goes further and further down.

At every other distance, a slope appears.

The slope sloped downward, naturally allowing Lin Sheng to go deeper and deeper.

The arched passage seems to have no end.

Keep walking, keep walking.

Lin Sheng soon encountered another wandering heavily armored soldier. After easily solving it, I never encountered any living creatures again.

And as he continued to move downward, the gray fog in the air became thicker and thicker.

At first, the fog was not very large, and he could still see the distance around him ten meters away.

But as it got lower and lower, the distance that Lin Sheng could see quickly shortened, becoming eight meters, seven meters, five meters, four meters....

Continuously going down, repeating almost the same scenery, Lin Sheng's mental vision was slightly tired.

I don't know how long he walked, just when he thought it was time for him to wake up and leave the dream.

Bang.

A heavy footstep came from directly ahead.

Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, stopped and stood still, staring intently ahead.

In the thick gray fog, in the arched passage, a huge fat man more than two meters tall slowly walked in.

The fat man was bare-chested, with hideous black spiky tiger stripes tattooed on his dark skin and muscles.

He has a bald head, black gauntlets on his arms, and black spiky metal gloves on his palms.

As soon as he saw Lin Sheng, the fat man quickened his pace and let out a low roar representing anger.

He walked four meters in front of Lin Sheng, took a deep breath, and squirted out with his big mouth.

Call!!

A large cloud of crimson flames surged out of his mouth.

Huge flames burned almost the entire passage.

Lin Sheng raised the wooden shield and blocked it in front of him.

With a bang, the red flames slammed into the wooden shield, and were bounced off and scattered in all directions.

The flames lasted about three seconds before stopping.

As soon as he stopped, Lin Sheng quickly launched a charge, and the whole person took several steps in a row, spanning a distance of four meters, and slammed into the fat man's stomach.

Boom!

The huge force reverberated on Lin Sheng's body, so shocked that he almost didn't grab the wooden shield and sat down on the ground.

The weapon hit the opponent's stomach, and he was actually shocked away!

didn't have time to think about it, Lin Sheng stood firm and shrunk his whole body behind the wooden shield as much as possible.

In the next second, a huge force slammed down on the wooden shield.

Rumble!!!

The fat man went down from the top, put his hands together, and smashed his fist on the wooden shield with a frantic fist.

The tremendous furious force smashed the wooden shield into a deep crack on the spot.

Lin Sheng behind the shield closed his eyes, and his mouth was all shocked and oozing blood.

He was dazed, struggling to stabilize his body, and the holy power in his body was running rapidly, and he began to recover from his injuries.

But the injury can be stabilized, but the lost opportunity cannot be recovered.

The fat man's hands are swift and powerful, and his skin is as if he has practiced top hard skills, and he is extremely tough, and he is not afraid of swords and slashes at all.

Lin Sheng fought with him for several moves, and the tip of the sword stabbed him heavily in the stomach several times, but it was useless.

Clang!!

Lin Sheng tried to use his backhand to borrow his strength, so that the fat man himself was hit in the head by his own strength.

It's a pity that the material of the heavy sword is not hard enough, and it snaps on the spot with a click on the first blow of being smashed.

One wrong move, one wrong step.

Lin Sheng didn't dodge a single one, and was smashed in the chest by the fat man's heavy punches one after another.

Boom!

Blood spurted from his mouth, the scales on his chest were dented, and the whole person flew out, fell to the ground, and could not get up again.

"Awesome....." He hadn't been so badly injured in a long time.

This fat man has extremely strong fighting skills, at least at the level of a third-level warrior.

And a flamespray is very powerful, and under the large-scale killing, there is no flaw in the single group attack.

In terms of strength, the other party is much stronger than him, and this time he didn't just lose in a simple fight.

The fat man's skin and muscles are extremely tough, and the sword is difficult to hurt, and it is even more troublesome.

Lin Sheng barely straightened up, and before he could roll and dodge, a burst of fire surged in front of him.

The blazing flames overwhelmed him completely.

In the high temperature, Lin Sheng's body rapidly carbonized, blackened, and zoomed.

Call!!

A large hand suddenly reached out from the flames, grabbed his head, and twisted it hard.

Click.

Lin Sheng's head was unscrewed off on the spot like a bottle cap.