The entire temple of war, just a second ago, there were still a hundred people, but now more than two-thirds of them were killed and wounded, such a change is not at all something that a temple can bear.

"No, no, no......" The protector's face was extremely pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously he had also suffered a slight injury from the skill just now, but what made him even more distressed was that the war walkers here, among the hundred people, most of them were his henchmen, who were brought from the heavenly realm, and those believers who had developed on the earth were sent to the battlefield on the front line.

Here, most of them are level 19 war believers, and one-fifth are beings in the transcendent realm.

However, now, there are already ten transcendent realms on the ground, plus all of the 19th level of humane realms.

They all died in the same way, all of them were bleeding from their eyes, and they were shocked to death in the brain.

"Ripple move!"

As a level 30 existence, and also the protector of the Temple of War, he naturally knows this skill, which is an advanced special profession of the Master, the skill of the spirit mage, killing people in the invisible and colorless, and it is also a large-scale killing of the enemy, which is impossible to prevent at all.

"Who! Who the hell is it?! ”

On this earth, absolutely no one can use this skill, that is, the other party uses a scroll, and if he can sneak in so that he doesn't find out, and there is only one person who has a conflict with the Temple of War recently, that damn earthling thief!

It's a pity that he probed around, without any direction at all, and Ye Mo left immediately after using the scroll.

The Dharma Protector looked at the corpses all over the ground, his heart ached, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

……

"The skills opened in the purple demonic treasure chest are really not simple." Ye Mo touched his nose, and followed the way he came, and went out.

Generally speaking, the contents of the Purple Demon Pattern Treasure Chest are of great help to existences below level 30.

The Red Demon Pattern Treasure Chest can make the powerhouses of the legendary realm greedy.

As for the legendary black demonic treasure chest, then don't think about it, Ye Mo estimates that what is placed inside will probably be part of the wealth of the gods.

The sky was dark and unknown, Ye Mo hurriedly returned to the team, at this moment, there were less than two hundred people left in the team, but the good thing was that their mobility had increased a lot, and Ye Mo even took some energy stones from the Temple of War, which were used to replace gasoline and act as fuel, this special stone is almost a universal energy source, and it has a very strong inclusiveness.

The team set off overnight, firstly for fear of the retribution of the Temple of War, and secondly, Ye Mo was very worried about the skinning incident, which was a nightmare for him, and he always felt that something was quietly sprouting in the dark.

After killing a large number of war walkers, Ye Mo's level also reached level 19, and his strength became even stronger, and when he stretched out his hand, he faintly had the potential to move towards the transcendent realm.

"Transcendent realm, it's coming soon, I hope to be able to enter within half a year." Ye Mo clenched his fists, and the skeleton clone at this time also rushed towards the polar region, because there was less fighting, the level of the skeleton clone was now only level 18, which was one level lower than Ye Mo's deity.

……

In the sky, there are thunderclouds, and at night, the scenery is desolate, and the corpses are like plants in the sunshine age, which are particularly dazzling, and the condensed blood is like an icicle, spreading from the mountain to the seat at the foot of the mountain.

In the night, in the remote and barren village, there were occasionally a few figures, and the farmers went out to hunt, dragging their tired bodies back, their bodies stained with blood, but all of them had happy smiles on their faces.

The situation was too bad, there were some meat worms nearby, they were slow and liked to roll in the snow, but they had some attack power, and it would take three adult men half a day to kill one.

But fortunately, life here is much better than in the big cities, and as long as there are no monsters in green skins, these villagers are still happy to stay here and live for the rest of their lives.

At midnight, a figure swayed and appeared in a mountain temple here, there were no people in the mountain temple, some shabby, but it was able to shelter some wind and snow.

This is a young man with half of his body stained with blood, his face is full of stubble, his hair is also messy, his hair is covered with blood, and the whole person is extremely haggard, only the three swords at his waist can give him some sense of security.

When Marven passed through the threshold of the broken temple, he was directly tripped and kicked, face down, and hit the ground directly, blood continued to spill out, and the violent impact made his mind even more unconscious.

Marven held himself up hard, because there was no food for many days, he almost fainted and died.

Reluctantly bracing his body to a broken Buddha statue, he forced his eyes to look outside, swaggering in the wind and rain.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

The rain continued to drip down the dilapidated Buddha statue, and he opened his mouth and drank a few sips of rain towards the sky.

However, the hunger in the stomach was even worse.

Marven took out half of the dirty dough bag in his hand, carefully tore off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, his throat rolled until it was shattered, and then swallowed a small piece of dough bag.

He didn't want to eat!

It was not far from the village, and he could even smell the faint smell of food in the air, but he didn't dare to go there, because the Warwalkers would find him.

Two months ago, a temple of war descended on his hometown, a city in the northwest, and he thought it would usher in protection, but he didn't expect it to be more direct destruction.

Ordinary people were captured as coolies, and demon hunters were captured and thrown into battle, depriving the earthlings of their lives again and again, and in the end, Marven's sister also died under a whip.

Marven is crazy!

With his level 8 strength, in a fit of rage, he actually killed the nearly level 20 Warwalker.

Maybe it's because anger makes the power stronger, maybe it's because the other party is too careless to notice that he's a little demon hunter.

Although he avenged his sister, he faced a months-long hunt for him.

He fled all the way from the northwest to the eastern coastal area, but the other party had no intention of giving up at all, and pursued and killed him along the way.

He is wanted.

Not only in the temple of war in the northwest, but also here.

The Temple of War, even the capital didn't dare to offend them, let alone him, a little demon hunter.

With a grunt, Marven's stomach was hungry again.

The weather was cold, and he wore a lot of clothes, but the clothes were not decent, and they were all plucked from the dead.

Hungry!

Very hungry!

I'm really going crazy hungry!

He looked at the Magic Medal on his arm, which was the lowest grade green, and his heart was inevitably disappointed.

It was stormy outside, and after a while, more than a dozen people came in, including men and women, old people and children, and it was obvious that the family had fled here.

When I see someone in the ruined temple, I don't care, such things often happen, and everyone is safe in the wild.

More than a dozen people, except for the elderly and children, were carrying backpacks, and the backpacks were bulging, and there should be food.

Several men held firewood knives in their hands and glared at Marven viciously, Marven shrank his head and moved himself to the corner, trying to dilute his presence.

However, when the dozen or so people had just sat down, two more people entered, a man and a woman.

The young man has neat and neat broken hair, a black tracksuit and riot boots, but his face reveals helplessness.

The young woman wore a hat, and the black gauze covered her face, making it difficult to see her face in this dimly lit place.

However, they all looked a little embarrassed, and they were drenched in soup by the heavy rain.

"It's all your fault, what timberwolves are chasing and killing, so we can only be trapped here." The woman's voice was a little cold.

The young man looked silently, smiled helplessly, and did not excuse himself.

Marven pursed his lips, feeling that these two were bragging, the timberwolves he had met, at least a level 15 existence, and they were still in a group.

"Who wouldn't brag, my husband even killed the skeleton priest." A delicate young woman over there grabbed the arm of a man next to her, looked at the young man and woman, and sneered.