The deaths were three hundred and twenty-seven and twelve, and now they were three hundred and thirty and thirteen.

In the three-day strategy of molten black ruins, Mo Shigui has been recording the number of deaths of players in his guild and the number of deaths of his own.

The reason for the record? That is, Mo Shigui wants to return everything that is left! The Spell Stealers have killed members of the Nuke Guild 330 times! He was to kill all the Dharma thieves three hundred and thirty times.

And the name of every stealer who killed him... Mo Shigui remembered it all clearly, and he wanted to kill them one by one.

This is a difficult thing to understand in the eyes of outsiders, and he also told this to the black pot boiled meat and the rain song, and the reaction of the black pot boiled meat was, "You haven't been killed by the dungeon boss group, why are you so irritable?" The answer of the rain song is 'come on'.

That's right... How normal it is to play a game and open up a wasteland and be wiped out by the BOSS group!

Mo Shigui was also killed by the BOSS group thirty or forty times when the Holy Spirit opened up the wasteland, but Mo Shigui didn't feel angry, but... After killing the thief, a strange anger was stored in his heart.

And Mo Shigui can't say what this anger is, right......

Mo Shigui looked at the law-stealing Mads who stood on the dragon's head and broke into their station... Looking at the expression of the law-stealing Mads, Mo Shigui still figured out what this anger was...

That is, he may not be facing a boss battle or a dungeon wasteland, but... PK！

Mo Shigui subconsciously regarded those law stealers as another group of 'players', and the anger he felt after being killed by the player PK and being killed by the wild monster were completely two levels!

When Mo Shigui was playing strife, he killed everyone who killed him in Yetu PK one by one!

What makes Mo Shigui even more unforgivable is that these guys especially like to use sneak attacks and hanging!

Summing up the above, Mo Shigui believes that these law thieves are a group of... Orphan.

This is one of his more radical ideas.

"The rest time for you is over, Holy Spirits!" Mads the Scribe stood on the head of the lord dragon.

Everything in the molten ruins was under their control, and the Scribes heeded Dunheath's advice and decided to give the Holy Spirit a chance... Let them catch themselves.

But before that, they had to draw enough God-Eater power from the Holy Spirit to make up for them in just three days, but Mads the Scribe felt it was time to start their plans. 、

"Break?"

Mo Shigui took the long sword and looked at the law-stealer Mads standing on top of the dragon, he actually wanted to yell at Mads...

You shut down your million HP and lord-level dragon pet plug-in for me, balance the game values, let's rely on technology to compare?

This is one of the angriest places in Mo Shigui now!

These Stealers are lord-level bosses, their HP and attack power are much higher than the player's, and they can also summon lord-level dragons to help, and the most disgusting thing is that all the mechanisms of this ruin are under their command.

This is a very normal configuration for players.,Quest boss.,It's normal to have these things.。

But Mo Shigui is full of thoughts... Pull these law stealers into the Holy Spirit PK field to balance their attributes, and Mo Shigui will definitely blow up the heads of these law stealers!

'President! The wonderful house of the gymnasium has been built! ’

Xiao Yu suddenly sent a private chat to Mo Shigui at this time, and Mo Shigui occupied the area of the Uptown Gymnasium two days ago, and set the news of the builder Xiao Yu to pay special attention.

In the past two days, Little Feather has also entered the state of bursting his liver and building a house... This is already the fiftieth hour that Little Feather has been online.

When it's done, go to sleep. Mo Shigui sent a message back.

"I can't sleep, President, when are you going to invite the guests of our Miaomiao House over?" The waypoint has been determined. ’

So what exactly is a wonderful house?

Mo Shigui also has no right to name the battle arena made of small feathers, after all, it is someone else's work... All that's left to do is drag these thieves to their home turf!

The Stealer's HP and battle stats may not be modified, but at least after three days and three nights of fighting on the Stealer's turf, it's time to change the home field!

"The Uptown Coliseum has been completed, and the goal of this battle is to invite the law-stealers... Go and experience our 'ruins'. ”

Mo Shigui shouted this sentence in the voice channel of the Jumping Nucleus, and the originally low morale was directly filled at this moment, along with a prop called the Plunder Net!

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Three hours later, the law-stealer Mads fell from mid-air and found himself in a strange space.

"This is the territory of the Holy Spirits?" Mads the Stealer looked around through the cracks in the web of plunder.

The Holy Spirits, as Dunheath said, are more of goods than enemies in their attitude toward law-stealers.

Naturally, the goods are transported to their own warehouses for storage!

"Isn't that right? What about the Holy Spirit? ”

Mads the Spell Stealer looked around, and he found himself in a silent hallway, in the depths of this hallway... He did not feel any presence of the Holy Spirit.

In the impression of the law-stealing Mads, the Holy Spirit should have put him in some kind of dungeon after catching him.

He was ready to be tortured by the Holy Spirit, and he was even ready to die again.

The Abyss will reshape his body, and no matter what world he dies in, he will be able to return to the arms of his mastermother.

That's why the law-stealer Mads made such a dangerous act of opening a picture with his flesh.

But there was no Holy Spirit, no dungeon, no torture and no torture instruments, and only a bottomless corridor was presented to the law-stealing Mads.

"It's the creation of the Holy Spirit, and the breath of the world is different, but what the hell is this place?"

Mads, the Stealer, threw away the web of plunder that had enveloped him, and he slammed his fist into the wall in front of him.

There was an extremely slight crack in the wall, and the thief Mads punched the wall again, and the crack in the wall only widened slightly.

It's sturdy... At least much stronger than those ruin walls on Kuroshio Island.

Mads, the Scribe, could consider breaking through the wall and leaving this ghost place, but the magic and strength in his body were limited, and he had to make sure he had the strength to escape from this ghost place.

As he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a dinging sound in his ears, and the sound was so crisp that Mads jumped away from the wall in an instant.

The brick that was struck by Mads spat out a gold coin and a wooden plaque that fell to the ground.

After making sure there were no traps around, Mads picked up the gold coin on the ground and the wooden sign that read, 'Welcome to the Magic House of Nucleus Jump, collect a hundred gold coins and leave.' ’

Is this teasing him?

Mads didn't believe that if she collected a hundred of them, the Holy Spirits would let her go.

But he accepted the coin anyway and looked to the end of the hallway.

There were many bricks with question marks on them in the hallway, and Mads would tap the bricks with question marks with his hands as he walked towards the hallway.

One gold coin after another was spit out from the bricks, and one of the bricks contained ten gold coins.

"Here, too?" Mads tapped the gold coin hidden in the corner of the hallway.

Mads, who was originally dismissive, looked at the small stack of gold coins in his palm and felt that... Addictive?

He had already collected fifty gold coins, and if he collected another fifty coins, he would be able to leave justifiably.

What was I thinking! Hurry up and find the exit.

Mads put the fifty gold coins in his pocket and ran briskly down the hallway, halfway through which a huge pit appeared on the ground.

Is this the trap set by the Holy Spirit?

Mads glanced at the bottomless pit below and felt the urge to laugh.

He could imagine that there should be countless traps in this strange place, but it would be too confusing for his intelligence to put a deep pit here.

You must know that the trap of the molten ruins is dangerous and hidden, I don't know how many Holy Spirits have died because of it, but this trap made by the Holy Spirit ......

If you put a pit here, you should at least bury some straw in it!

With a wave of his hand, Mads threw two icicles out of his hands, and the icicles flew over the pit without touching anything or activating anything.

Is this the only pit?

Mads the Thief made some more attempts, and none of the traps he had expected were there.

Originally, Mads wanted to build a path with the power of extreme cold stolen from the Holy Spirit, but... The Ice Freezer's skills don't include the ability to build bridges.

This is where the Stealer's ability is awkward, and the distance of the teleportation skill is not enough.

In desperation, he had no choice but to skip over.

Mads took a step or two back, then accelerated and jumped straight across the pit.

The physical fitness of the law stealer is far beyond ordinary people, and it is very simple to jump out of a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant.

Mads flew over the crater, and the moment he was about to reach the other side of the pit, he felt like he had hit something.

Another crisp ding, familiar to Mads... This is the sound of gold coins spitting gold coins

Before, Mads thought the sound sounded good, but now it was the equivalent of a funeral bell for him.

On his forehead there is an invisible brick ...

Is that all?

At this moment, Mads wanted to release the teleportation and teleport directly to the transparent gold coin brick, but suddenly a sound like a gunshot sounded in his ears.

Just as Mads was flying at him with bullets and crossbows, a huge ...... flew towards him Spring.

The spring successfully hit the body of the thief Mads, and the elasticity of this spring perfectly told Mads what is called the God of Foundry!

The huge elasticity allows Mads to... The rocket was launched at a speed that went straight to the bottom of the crater.

In less than a quarter of a second, Mads stopped, looking down at his chest as thick as a tree trunk.

An indescribable pain was released from his body, and Mads, the thief of spells, endured the pain in his chest, allowing his body to break free of the needle little by little.

Damn the Holy Spirit!

The pinprick was pulled away from Maddes' chest, and although a large amount of blood gushed out of his chest, it was not a big deal for his body, and the healing magic gradually took effect on Mads.

It's just a small trap, but... Can't kill him!