The demigod-level indigenous believers turned the dark green realm into an elephant and squeezed into the Tree Cave Temple, but this realm was quickly blocked out by Zhu Linglu's domain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The demigod-level native's expression changed slightly, but he still didn't think much about it, so he shrank his domain and continued to rush into the Tree Cave Temple.

The earth spear he held in his right hand immediately carried a wave of dark green energy and threw it towards the Tree Cave Temple.

Although this Tree Cave Temple was shrouded in a thick yellow sand fog, and outsiders couldn't see the situation inside clearly, this demigod-level indigenous believer still aimed at Cai Rong'er accurately.

Obviously, the energy field constructed by the Soul Lord Idol in the Tree Cave Temple seemed to allow this demigod-level indigenous believer to know what was going on inside.

However, since Zhu Linglu was guarding them, how could he let this indigenous believer succeed.

Although this earth spear was shrouded in the power of this indigenous believer's domain, Zhu Linglu's domain could not directly control it, but a stone hand appeared out of thin air in Zhu Linglu's domain and held it.

This stone hand held the earth spear and came to Zhu Linglu's side, Zhu Linglu stretched out his hand and wiped it on the earth spear, and the energy contained in the earth spear was completely erased.

Then the wooden earthen spear was easily crushed by Zhu Linglu and thrown to the ground.

But at this time, that indigenous believer had already rushed into Zhu Linglu's domain, and with the help of the protection of his domain, he was not affected by Zhu Linglu's domain in any way.

"Humph! Your power doesn't seem to be entirely yours! ”

From the realm power he felt on Fang Cai's earth spear, Zhu Linglu suddenly found that the realm power of these indigenous believers seemed to be different from the realm he had constructed with the help of his godhead.

The divine power on this indigenous believer's body was not like their own divine power, and Zhu Linglu could feel a familiar taste, that is, it was similar to the divine feeling contained in the statue of the soul lord.

It seems that the divine power of these indigenous believers in the construction realm was not cultivated by themselves, but was completely instilled in them by the soul master.

This has the flavor of church magic in Western fantasy novels.

It's no wonder that the soul master can shape these demigod-level believers in such a short period of time, but without violating the bottom line of the rules of this world, I'm afraid these indigenous believers haven't even ignited the divine fire.

But the divine power in them is real.

This divine power also transformed the physical bodies of these indigenous believers, making their own bodies different from ordinary bodies.

Without the barrier of the power of the realm, the distance between this indigenous believer and Zhu Linglu was only about ten steps, so this indigenous believer quickly rushed into the Tree Cave Temple and walked towards the Soul Lord God Statue.

However, Zhu Linglu naturally did not sit idly by, and as soon as his feet moved, a rock enveloped this indigenous believer entirely.

Of course, the rock could only be wrapped outside his realm.

The realm of this indigenous believer inevitably swelled outward, and the rock that wrapped him outside was infiltrated by his domain, losing its attributes that would not have been destroyed, and gradually dissolving and expanding outward.

But at this time, Zhu Linglu appeared in front of this indigenous believer, and the fist of his right hand turned into a steel needle with liquid nanometal, which penetrated the rock layer with a golden luster like passing through the tofu, and stabbed at the center of the eyebrows of this indigenous believer.

Of course, the golden needle pierced the realm of the indigenous believers, and the speed slowed down, as if it had pierced some solid steel plate.

Even under the urging of Zhu Linglu's power, the golden needle pierced into it little by little, but dark green spots appeared on the surface of the golden needle.

The indigenous believers couldn't see where Zhu Linglu was at all, his body was surrounded by rocks, and he never thought that the battle would be like this.

According to his original assumption, the battle should be fist-to-fist and flesh-to-flesh, even if he is now a demigod-level powerhouse in the control realm, he is still used to the original hand-to-hand combat.

Although many times, opponents have entered his field and become broilers that he can easily control, but now he feels very twisted.

He had a feeling that he couldn't use his strength.

Unable to find an opponent, he couldn't even stretch his arms, the only thing he could do was free up the field to expand his space of movement.

But now, suddenly there was such a golden needle that wanted his life, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the golden needle, hurriedly urging his domain ability to try to destroy this golden needle.

However, on top of the golden needle, Zhu Linglu's realm divine power was also shrouded, and the regular-level naturally corrosive moss constructed in the domain of this indigenous believer could not get close to the golden needle inside at all, so naturally it could not have any effect on the golden needle.

As a result, this indigenous believer could only condense the divine power in his body in front of the golden needle, trying to prevent the golden needle from approaching his eyebrows.

It's a pity that this still can't stop Zhu Linglu's golden needle.

In a short time, the golden needle had pierced the center of the brow of the indigenous believer, and then pierced the epidermis, pierced his skull, and pierced it little by little into the skull.

This feeling was very terrible for this indigenous believer, who almost watched others kill him little by little.

Although he could completely give up resistance and let Zhu Linglu kill him all at once, no one was willing to be killed by others, and he still looked forward to saving himself or letting others save him.

But now no one can save him.

The indigenous believers who came down from the canopy of the big tree where the Tree Cave Temple was located with this indigenous believer did not have the power to control the realm, so even if they rushed to the Tree Cave Temple, they all seemed to come up for nothing to send them to death.

Zhu Linglu allowed them to enter his domain, and then they turned into stone statues one by one, all of them unable to move.

At the same time, countless stone needles were stretched out inside the stone statues to pierce their bodies, absorbing their flesh and blood, and eventually they would only become dry mummies with skin and bones, and really become stone figurines.

Without the protection of the realm, everyone is a plate of meat in Zhu Linglu's eyes.

Perhaps only the demigod-level indigenous believer who still controlled the domain in the canopy could come to the rescue, but he still fended off the attacks of unmanned aircraft in the canopy, and occasionally missiles came over, so he couldn't care about anything else.

Therefore, the golden needle made of liquid nano metal in Zhu Linglu's right hand pierced into the eyebrows of this indigenous believer, and directly pierced into the pine gland of his eyebrows.

As the liquid nanometal swelled in all directions, the pine gland with a faint divine light flashing on the center of the native believer's eyebrows was instantly punctured, and his brain was also disturbed.

For a moment, all the divine power in this indigenous believer's body was out of control, and his realm also lost the power to protect his body.

Zhu Linglu was like a man-eating grass beginning to enjoy food, urging the rock that wrapped this indigenous believer, piercing countless rock needles into the body of the indigenous believer, and began to absorb the life energy, divine power and soul in the body of the indigenous believer.

After solving this indigenous believer, Zhu Linglu's heart was slightly relieved, now there was only one demigod-level indigenous believer left, even if it was a one-on-one heads-up, Zhu Linglu was not afraid of him...... (To be continued.) )