Since Luo Ling came to Tarazin, he has not walked out of the area within a two-kilometer radius, but this does not prevent him from knowing the surrounding environment, Tau led the team to detect the surrounding terrain before, and the working puppet got back not only a dry map, but a photo with a view, so although this is the first time to go out, it can definitely be called a familiar road.

The vault where the lizardmen's nest is located, called Mosga, covers more than 1,400 hectares, nearly three times the size of Tarazin. There are not only large lakes, but also underground rivers and steep underground mountains, and the flint grottoes of the lizards' castle are located on this mountain.

There are as many as 37 passages connecting Mosgar, so the defense of the lizards is not like that of Tarazin, with the passage cave as the point, they are the focus of the defense of the city fortress and the mountain road, and when you go down the mountain, it is the vast Jutan Forest, in terms of situation, it is no different from the robbers who occupy the mountain in the deep mountains that Luo Ling is familiar with.

Mosgar's underground ecosystem is complete, with abundant animals, plants, and aquatic products, and it is a benign biological gathering place. Although the lizards are not very smart, they have priests who often accept the ignition of gods, but they are not stupid enough to do stupid things like fishing for all their might, so although the ecology here has not changed much in the past few hundred years, there are eleven groups of lizardmen who have set out from here to find new settlements and spend money to establish a new city-state.

Luo Ling came here this time for a simple purpose, to kill. What is called, the number, there is nothing, and it does not go up the mountain along the mountain road, but takes out the effect of a fantasy sports car, crosses the Qin Lin, jumps over the earthly river, and gallops all the way directly on the cliff, as if walking on the ground, the cliff of six or seven hundred meters is left behind in more than 20 seconds, and then a long vertical climb up the rock wall about seven meters high, and with a howl of his hand, he directly kills a war lizard guard who heard the movement and leaned over to see what happened.

The flint grottoes of the war lizard dungeon, as its name suggests, first of all, it is a cave-type nest, within the city wall, a super-large antburg-like flint boulder stands proudly, from a distance, it is like the Dunhuang grottoes on the ground, the large and small or deep or shallow holes are irregularly located on this flint rock, the passage that should have been basically dug inside is vertical and horizontal, and there are many hanging ladders composed of Qin forest trees and grass ropes outside, it looks like a slum-style illegal building, messy and complex, although magnificent, but people can't mention the slightest interest in exploring it.

Luo Ling did not deliberately hide his figure, and the flint war lizard tribe, as the instigator of the war, was already on alert internally, so Luo Ling had just rushed from the city wall to the empty field full of feces below, and was discovered by the war lizardmen.

Toot toot! Blowing is a kind of stone snail horn, this kind of stone snail born in the fresh water in the dark area is born to make the horn material, the tip is long and a little bent, the meat is eaten inside, the top is eyed, the horn is OK, the captain of the lizard man and above everyone has such a horn, it is hung on the chest, and the ornaments are also available.

Different horn sounds represent different meanings, as soon as these three short horn sounds sounded, Luo Ling did not see the entire flint grotto as if it was alive, running around, but only saw a team of war lizardmen rushing towards him in the distance. Apparently, the flintstone lizardmen underestimated his danger.

Luo Ling's guess was accurate, the lizards really didn't expect that the main target they were dealing with had already broken into their lair.

Hanging the howling soul behind him, Luo Ling continued to wear his more than 500 pounds armor to play cool running, all the way up the flint mountain rock, but this time it was not a simple run, but added some tricks, fire element bombs, and took out the pride of the anti-terrorist force to capture the terrorists, and threw Bara into it when he looked at the cave, throwing it while running.

In Luo Ling's will flow the fire, is the most terrible fire's guiding ideology, the fire element bomb exploded, full of fire is a cloud of crazy fire, these fires are not as difficult to extinguish as incendiary bombs, burning lasting, limited to body shape, at the same time, for the convenience of production, Luo Ling did not add those additives;

Without any surprise, the flint mountain fired. The fire-breathing girl's fire-like fire, not only those who throw fire elemental bombs, but even the caverns connected to the passage are also breathing fire, from the bottom up, spraying! Gush! Gush! It's like the kind of fire that burns in the northern region on Chinese New Year's Eve, and every gap is spewing fire.

The glorious fire lit up the flint grotto into the brightest star in the Mosgar vault, and countless creatures in the ecosystem watched from afar to witness this burning moment.

The screams are only faint, and there is no shortage of explosions, but the most is the whistling sound of the tongue of fire, like the movement of the wind direction of the big skin when the wind blows, which sounds very exciting.

At this moment, Luo Ling had already rushed to the top of the mountain.

The top of the flint rock is artificially leveled, and it is also the only place in the flint cave where you can't see the drowning, there is the temple of Laooli, the war lizard people carved and chiseled with axes, and it took dozens of generations to perfect it, although it cannot be described as exquisite, but it is solemn and solemn. The poisonous green light shrouded the entire temple system, especially the main hall where the statue was located was the most eye-catching.

The holy warriors and priests of Laoori have already swarmed out and rushed towards Luo Ling, the holy place of worship to the gods, and it is an offense for foreigners to set foot without permission, and those who offend the gods must be punished with death.

The light flashed in Luo Ling's eyes, and the strength of the opponent's lineup was basically clear. The third order, and the very rare fourth order, this is the combat power of the holy knights and priests. Not as good as Stanley's Nisar half-blood.

Indeed, the plane system has its own laws of existence. Just like this faith, it has a great relationship with the wisdom of the believers and the civilization of the believers. The more intelligent and prosperous the civilization, the greater the power of faith it creates, and the stronger the divine power that the gods can give back, and the chaotic and ignorant races, even if they are devout believers, are also cheap, and the beliefs they produce are like distilled water lacking nutrition, and it is precisely for this reason that the gods believed in by ignorant and barbaric races such as the war lizardmen are mostly inferior gods with poor strength in the god system, and their divine power is weak. It is very difficult for its followers to produce a hero-level (equivalent to the strength of the fifth order intermediate or above) (a heroic spirit after death), let alone the Holy Spirit.

Uh-oh-ah......

To Luo Ling's surprise, Laooli's servants still had hymns to sing in the holy war of martyrdom, and Luo Ling clearly saw that the divine power was blessed on these believers with the eyes of divinity, and after a short time, it was also a real divine power.

The howling soul was held high, and the black light surrounded Luo Ling in a distorted form, like rippling black water. The sound of the voice, the elephant is invisible, the dark signs that Luo Ling embodies now are far less vigorous and majestic than when he fought in the mountain city of Danquila, but in essence, it is a lot of progress compared to that time, this progress is not completed by the crystal silk coat, but his own physique has changed, from holy light to darkness, although it is not so thorough, but this step, after all, is still boasted.

Oh!

As the two sides howled, the battle began. Any language is weak, only the sword is the truth, if the lizards win, even their gods have glory, otherwise, it is a big loss, especially after the results of this battle are spread, the plane system is the most just arbiter, those who believe in the country on the ground are often beaten and beaten, and even the gods will feel astringent and unsmooth in the release of divine magic.

The gorgeous blood flag, flying in the void in Luo Ling's irresistible momentum, started with a battle, making Luo Ling cultivate a temperament that can cut through all obstacles like a divine sword and holy sword, this temperament is embodied in the attack, it is the kind of incomparable feeling that makes people want to be terrified, it is the perfect combination of strength and momentum and faith, the divine will, far from the extraordinary things can be compared, and the attack driven by this, every time there is a majestic atmosphere, like thunder and lightning, unparalleled.

And Luo Ling's opponents, Raoli's believers, are not cannon fodder for nothing. When the will becomes pure, its power is also powerful, its attack is also advantageous, and the sacrifice for the faith can be exchanged for the beauty and magnificence, and the performance beyond the level is the terrible thing about the gods. When these war lizards were killed with pride, jumping from the third order to the fourth order in a big leap, and several fourth orders even reached the quasi-fifth order in a short time, the battle showed cruelty and passion.

One-handed dragon slaying, single magic, destruction of forbidden spells, can only be used at the magister level, so it was cast, the battle lizard who obtained this spell, obtained the image of the ancient ancestors, and at the same time obtained the physical attributes comparable to the dragon, super physical defense, super high magic resistance, super strength, super resistance to hits...... In short, it can't fly, it's a dragon.

Fighting with the dragon, the landslide cracks, the ground shakes the mountain, Luo Ling's three measurements are strong enough, and he has to open his head, even if it is only 1 minute, it is also a dragon.

The dimensional blade, gathering the four elements and condensing and refining, made such a perverted sword from the dimensional void, and when the sword went down, half of the flint mountain, a city wall, and the Qin Lin under the mountain, there were big cracks, the magic light burst out, the space was displaced, and the space was almost cut open, and this sharpness directly took away Luo Ling's shoulder armor and a large piece of flesh and blood. That is also the priest who made the dimensional blade, if it is a professional warrior, Luo Ling may not have time to dodge.

"It's really silly, silly and God takes care of it, unless it's a fanatical believer, even if it's sacrificed, it's not so powerful, right?"

In any case, Luo Ling was deeply impressed by the high level of the holy warriors and priests of the flint lizardmen, and at the same time, the fighting spirit was raging, and the critical point was broken, and it was another battle that exceeded the limit and exceeded the level.

As the lizardmen fell one by one, Luo Ling was also covered in blood, but his eyes were more radiant, and his momentum was more powerful, and the black light surrounded Luo Ling's body like the blood robe of the shining warrior, and the howling soul faded under the tempering of Luo Ling's powerful dark energy, and became a sickle with a dead wood handle, a pitch-black blade, and a pale blade. That handle, containing all the distortions, the blade, hidden in the endless darkness, the paleness, tells the silence and absoluteness, at this moment, the darkness finally admitted that Luo Ling is the god of death.

I was thinking, so yes, the god of death can take many forms, and Luo Ling's kind of this is undoubtedly the embodiment of his inherent impression of the existence of the god of death, even his windy and mottled armor has turned into dust in the dark energy like water, leaving only some unknown refinement, becoming a part of the robe of the god of death, energy and matter are mixed, weaving a novel but tattered robe of the god of death, dancing without wind, the blade can be broken, broken and continued, eternal existence.

Yes!

The last priest turned into flying dust in the poisonous green light because he couldn't control the surging divine power in his body, and the green humanoid light and shadow drifted away.

The Scythe of Death also has souls that cannot be harvested, and it also pays attention to the strength of its strength. All the souls of these Raoli followers failed to harvest, and the howling souls let out a soft cry of dissatisfaction because of this.

More lizardmen rushed forward, flintstone warriors who had survived the bombardment of fire elemental bombs, and they would rather die to fight, not only for the gods they believed in, but also for what they guarded.

Luo Ling pulled the black hood, "In the last days, it is popular for masters to wear this kind of hat......"

Jumping on, as light as a cloud, Luo Ling flew down from the top of the flint rock where the temple was located, and floated a few more ghostly, and fell obliquely towards the Qin Lin under the mountain. Behind them, in the distance, the lizards cried out in vain, the flint top was not high, more than 300 meters, enough to smash them into pies; The flint mountain is not too high, even the city wall is more than 700 meters, and it is a puddle of meat mud directly down.

Luo Ling didn't want to let go of the war lizardmen, from the moment the flint war lizardmen provoked the war, he made up his mind and killed them all! And now I am away for a while because there are more important things to do.

Qin Lin, a large mushroom with a high and low top flew back at Luo Ling's feet. Their texture is no longer suitable for use and more suitable for building houses, the round umbrella cover can be used as a roof, as a floor, and the pointed umbrella cover is suitable for making wooden pier seats and tribute platforms, Luo Ling believes that in this vast world, you should be able to find a huge mushroom that glows like the Zanga swamp in the mountain pass mountain, maybe there is one in this world; He also believed that there were many more incredible wonders waiting for him to explore and witness, and that there were many, many wonderful stories he could create, and the current story was the hunt for an escapee, the priest of Laooli, the guardian of the tablet of souls.

This lizardman priest is probably the highest-ranking flint lizardman, as evidenced by the two ribbons of divine light hanging from the shoulders of his priest's robes. When Luo Ling appeared in front of it, the priest recited the last word of the mantra and crushed the transparent ball of light that shimmered with poisonous green light in his hand.

Luo Ling quietly looked at the lizard priest who was undergoing drastic changes on his body, he knew that this was a holy descent, a powerful warrior under the throne of the gods, possessed by the body of the god servant through a special consciousness. The higher the rank of the acolyte, the more devout he is, and the more powerful the warriors who come to him. Most of these god's guardians are souls wrapped in a powerful, qualitative energy.

The descent of some god will maintain the dignity of the priest without changing his appearance, and the energy in front of him, which is obviously disregarding these face-saving efforts, acts on the priest and directly transforms it for the sake of strength, and the priest has actually died in a moment.

After the transformation, the image of the Holy Descendant is a very thorough atavistic humanoid desolate dragon beast, burly and tall, with horns and horns, scales and scales, bone spurs on the back, a broken tail and a good cone, holding an evil poisonous light flame spear, majestic, murderous, showing the door to the gods, but there is no shame.

"You can't go back!" Luo Ling said this in the abyssal language. This is a standard pre-war declaration. There is a time limit for the Holy Descent, and Luo Ling said this to wipe out the opponent before the time limit.

The Holy Descender chewed in dragon language, expressing the central theme of 'fuck your mother, pretend to be your father, and I see how you stupid x leave me behind', and then the battle began with Luo Ling spurning Raoli's ten words of not paying attention to civility and politeness.

"Fuck you! We also have ten words of civility and politeness, but that was in the past, and now the mainstream is to prohibit open defecation and harmonious society, distorting the truth. ”

"Well, it's good to turn back the clock on history. If it continues to develop, it will be a slogan like 'downtown downtown, please all red men and green women at least wear underwear'. ”

Luo Ling is not bragging, if it is the Heroic Spirit Holy Descending, he is not sure that he will kill it within the time limit, but this kind of fattening product, "I am a legendary warrior with a divine soul, if I can't even take two knives with only one body of strength, my path to the gods will really have a lot of future." ”

This Holy Descendant has the strength of a fifth-order, and in Luo Ling's opinion, he is not even qualified for the fourth-order.

It can't be effectively played, no matter how great the power is, it is useless, the Holy Descender howled wildly and danced the evil light flame spear, destroying a radius of 300 meters, but Luo Ling floated in front of and behind it like a ghost, and from the beginning he continued to force the Holy Descender to continue to consume.

The Descendant felt like he was stuck in an invisible quagmire, and he had to struggle, but the result of his struggle was to fight harder, harder, harder...... The howling soul was like the shadow of death, making it constantly make movements, without stopping for a moment, and in fact, all his power was released into the void, in the forest, and on the earth, a series of ineffective attacks.

When the Holy Descender was like an exhausted bull, and the shaking red cloth was quickly consumed to the point that he didn't even have the strength to lift his claws, Luo Ling, the bullfighter, checked the deadly thorn, no more, one at a time was enough. This time, the soul of the Holy Descendant did not escape, it was completely obliterated by the Howling Soul, as the Holy Descendant, it was not within the scope of the Soul Tablet, but was screened out of the Soul Tablet by the gods.

A glimmer of light flashed across the scythe, seemingly representing the joy of the howling soul. Maybe there is an account in the essence of darkness, a detailed list of the exploits of the god of death, who knows? The world is already amazing, and the more you know, the more you will find out what you don't know, and the gods also have mysteries that can't be solved, and there are many of them.

"You forgot a line: My lord will not let you go, a blasphemer!" Luo Ling said contemptuously, and easily put his body into the space ring. This body is well shaped, it can contain strength, and the shape is windy, and Luo Ling is ready to use it.

What's more, there is no good hand to fight, and there is no good mouth to scold. Since Laooli provoked a war, then he will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, there is nothing ironic than using the lizardmen to destroy more lizardmen, Luo Ling wants the body of this descender to be the leader, lead the lizardmen, and destroy every tribe of lizardmen that he hits.

A leather satchel lay quietly on the ground rolled by mud and grass, and a gray stone slab peeked out of the gap in the leather satchel, and a magic light could be faintly seen flowing along the texture.

Luo Ling stepped forward, picked it up, and shook it slightly, and the leather buckle was loosened, revealing the stone slab inside. To be precise, it is a triangular stone disk, which only looks like a stone, but in essence, the coarse grains of sand that make up it have nothing to do with the stone even a dime.

Luo Ling felt a familiar power, it was the power of the soul, all the imprints were shattered, and only the essence remained, this thing was the nutrient solution of the gods, and it was also a form embodiment of the Force.

Luo Ling also felt another kind of unfamiliar power that made him feel shocked, the Force, not the kind of Force used by the Jedi to wield the laser sword, but one of the essences of the plane system, and the other was magical energy. Energy and power are the foundation of the plane system. We say that a person is capable, so it is very bullish, indeed, as if fake.

The harvest is not as simple as a stone slab condensed by the Force and soul energy, the magic array on the stone slab, that is the magic array about the soul, there are many mysteries hidden in it, for Luo Ling, it is no less than the soul temple that has not had time to open so far. Studying it and understanding him, Luo Ling's soul will be more fulfilling, and one of the ways for the primordial gods to improve their strength is to understand more about the nature of their attribute power.

The battle is not over yet, and the legacy of the flintstone lizardmen is destined to come to an end today. When Luo Ling ascended the flint mountain city again, he no longer carried a trace of fireworks, and brought about a death as fine and unnegligent as moist water. The lizardmen were killed one by one, leather armor, metal buckles, bones, weapons, and some small knick-knacks such as jewelry, gold and silver, clanging and falling, making their cheers, announcing their liberation, while some things could not be liberated, such as the souls of the lizardmen, where they 'ordered' where the souls would go after death, and only those who were particularly valued by the gods would be selected through special channels.

After death, going to the kingdom of God to enjoy happiness is just nonsense in the world of the hell plane system. There is only conquest, only utilization, only a longer period of time or direct activation, which may also be the reason why those big people who can spread glory in all planes, and few other fallen gods can be on the table! This reminded Luo Ling of a proverb on the earth: how you treat life, life will give back to you.

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