"O King's Landing! Flesh masks, Vientiane, wing-flapping, human-like things! Truth and temperance, the wall of sinful dreams does not know it, but stands on it! Thirty-three Flame Falls! ”

A fire lotus as thick as a bucket appeared out of thin air above the clearing, directly attacking Zhou Haoyu.

"Bump!"

Zhou Haoyu raised his hand slightly, and the dark blade of the slashing knife directly collided with the fire lotus, and sparks suddenly flew everywhere.

Zhou Haoyu's spiritual pressure erupted instantly, and the thirty-three canghuo pendants of the broken path were instantly annihilated.

"That's right, in three months, you can actually perform the thirty-three breaking path!" Zhou Haoyu smiled, looked at the lion who was still a little immature with satisfaction, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, teacher, for compliment!"

Shirou looked a little shy and embarrassed to speak.

"Very good!" Zhou Haoyu smiled on his face, and he was indeed extremely satisfied in his heart, now it has been three months since he woke up, and he has been teaching the young man in front of him for three full months.

In three months, his body had already recovered, and his spiritual pressure had recovered to its heyday, with a slight improvement.

As for the lion in front of him, the progress is even more remarkable, not only has he been introduced in vain in three months, but he has also achieved spiritual pressure in three days, and he can easily cast the Breaking Dao and Binding Dao One in fifteen days.

Now, three months have passed, and Shilang's power can be said to be completely turned upside down, and the ability of the god of death is also mastered, and it can even be said that in addition to being unable to solve it.

Today's Shirou is more like a god of death than an orthodox god of death, and he can master even a skill that can only be used by a high-level god of death like Ghost Dao.

According to Zhou Haoyu's opinion, Shilang's strength has basically reached the level of the seventh official, and his combat power should be slightly stronger than the ninth-level warriors in this world.

And now, in the past three months, he has basically learned a little about this place, which is a small gathering place in Demacia, with a population of less than 10,000 people.

As for how he came to Demacia thousands of miles from Atlanta, to be honest, he still hasn't figured it out, but it doesn't matter, for him Demacia and Atlanta are just a change of place.

At this time, the outside world also basically understood a rough idea, and it had been half a year since the dragon was summoned by Esther.

In half a year, ninety percent of the human territory has fallen, and the population has decreased by more than ninety percent.

Of the three major empires, only Demacia and Atlanta remained, and the remaining empire had long since been annihilated by the dragon's attack.

However, even Demacia and Atlanta were on the verge of falling at this time, and the territory that had originally stretched for thousands of miles was now less than a hundred miles.

And more importantly, even in these hundred miles, the control power of the two empires has reached the freezing point in history.

The attacks of the dragons and wurms directly cut the two empires into countless pieces, although the two empires still nominally have the right to rule over these places.

However, in fact, these places have almost long been unheard, and some super-large gathering places have become small kingdoms.

As for the Empire, who cares, it's almost just a nominal shell, and he's now in a small gathering place.

However, even this small gathering place has become an independent existence.

And the city lord of this gathering place has also become the absolute master of the entire gathering place.

Of course, for these things, Zhou Haoyu only understands the situation purely at the time, and the affairs of the two empires have nothing to do with him.

……

"Alright, Shirou stop!"

Zhou Haoyu nodded calmly, and then spoke softly.

"Yes, teacher!"

Shilang put away the knife and stood aside obediently, and after three months of getting along, Shilang also changed the title of "big brother" to "teacher".

"Let's go, it's time for us to get out!" Zhou Haoyu nodded and said softly.

"Hmm!"

Shilang didn't choose to ask anything, and three months had already made him trust the "big brother" in front of him unconditionally.

Zhou Haoyu turned around, holding the sword in his right hand and walked towards one place, Shilang did not hesitate, as Zhou Haoyu took a step, he also quickly followed.

The place where the two of them are located is the very edge of this gathering place, and it is not even a gathering place in the actual sense.

At least there is no army stationed here, and there are no strong people patrolling, and once it encounters a star beast attack or a sub-dragon attack, it is almost unshielded.

This is only the nominal rule of this gathering place, yes it is nominal, and it has no real meaning.

Of course, Zhou Haoyu didn't care about this at all, and in the past three months, he didn't know how many attacks he had defeated star beasts and sub-dragons.

He couldn't even remember the number himself, and this time he was going to take the little lion to the test.

In three months, he taught the little lion a lot of things, whether it was a white fight, or a ghost path or an instantaneous step, as long as the skills of the god of death, he transmitted them to the lion in one go.

Shilang's learning effect is also good, and he can be said to be a genius, and the spiritual pressure in just three months can catch up with his rhythm.

Its learning ability is even more terrifying, no matter what it is, it is basically a matter of learning, and there seems to be no word "impossible" in the dictionary of the little lion.

Of course, Zhou Haoyu also understands that learning does not represent real combat effectiveness, and it can even be said that there is no inevitable connection between the two.

Little Shilang's spiritual pressure is almost close to him, but it doesn't mean that Little Shilang's strength can be close to him.

Today's Zhou Haoyu can confront the early myth head-on even if he doesn't need to solve it, and the epic is completely invincible, but the strength of the little lion is only a ninth-level warrior.

Although he won slightly, due to his combat experience, once he fought with a real ninth-level samurai, ninety percent of them would lose miserably.

This is almost the inevitable outcome, and the combat consciousness experience is almost blank for the little lion at this time, not to mention the bonus, it is purely a drag.

The figures of the two flickered, as if teleporting, and they moved forward at a very fast speed, and the dense jungle around them seemed to be unable to stop them at all.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a beast roar sounded in front of them, directly into the ears of the two of them.

On top of an inconspicuous tree, the figures of Zhou Haoyu and Little Shilang flashed out one after another.

"Good prey, rank eight star beast!"

Looking ahead, the corners of Zhou Haoyu's mouth involuntarily showed a smile, and then he spoke softly.