Suddenly, Mo Tian and Snow Bear fought together.

"Damn, although I have greatly increased my strength by superimposing and merging, this superposition and merging have not allowed my strength to grow indefinitely. Mo Tian looked helpless.

Although he greatly increased his strength by superimposing and merging, Mo Tian found that when he merged ten sword and shield soldiers, and then combined the sword and shield soldiers, his body would not grow. And Mo Tian's cultivation realm is the same, he broke through to the third-order martial artist by superimposing the combined cultivation realm, but like the body, no matter how many sword and shield soldiers are combined, the cultivation realm is not increasing.

Even so, the cultivation realm of a third-order martial artist is enough for Mo Tian to deal with Snow Bear!

Mo Tian held a two-meter giant knife in his right hand, and a shield in his left hand.

The knife in his hand fell, and Mo Tian slashed at the snow bear fiercely, and sparks flew everywhere. Mo Tian only felt that he had slashed on top of a large piece of iron, and he didn't hurt the snow bear at all.

"Oh my God, what is this snow bear made of, it's harder than fine iron!"

Seeing that his knife was slashed on the snow bear's head, leaving not even a trace, Mo Tian was shocked. After all, it was a third-order martial artist's full blow, and if it was placed on the earth, it would be quite three tons of power!

If three tons of power were placed on the earth, everything would be able to be beaten to pieces. But here it was impossible to open the head of a flesh-and-blood bear, not even a single hair.

"Eight monster little brother, don't hit him on the head. Snow Bear's head is the hardest part of his body, and generally only a Wuhou-level cultivator can hurt his head!" Just when Mo Tian didn't know what to do, the old drunkard shouted to remind Mo Tian.

"Ahh

Mo Tian suddenly realized, and only then did he understand why the power of three tons couldn't hurt a demon beast. It turned out to hit the place where the people's defense was the strongest.

Although it is incredible, this world is originally a world of gods and demons. Demon beasts are not ordinary demon beasts, but powerful races that can fly away from the sky and move mountains and seas like monks! Some monsters are fast, and some monsters have thick skin. And the snow bear in front of him is a monster beast with rough skin and thick flesh, and its head is the hardest part.

"Whew..."

Mo Tian's blow stimulated the already angry snow bear even more furious, and he opened his mouth to Mo Tian with a mouthful of white mist.

"Damn, even bears in this place can put smoke bombs!" Mo Tian was instantly wrapped in white fog and couldn't see anything, which made Mo Tian very angry.

"It's not good, little brother of the Eight Monsters, this is not an ordinary white mist, but a frost mist. Once you are hit by the frost mist, you will be frozen in an instant, you have to be careful!" Just as Mo Tian was about to exit the mist, the voice of the old drunkard came.

"Ahh ”

Mo Tian suddenly sounded the big axe that had been frozen just now, and he suddenly felt bad. I wanted to turn around and leave, but before he could turn around, he felt a biting cold. Then he felt his body slowly lose sensation starting with his feet. Mo Tian looked down and saw that his feet had turned into a lump of ice, and it began to spread towards his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh my God!"

Mo Tian was shocked, but he couldn't control it at all. I could only watch my body being frozen.

The mist cleared, and Mo Tian completely turned into an ice sculpture. Although Mo Tian was not dead, and he could see the snow bear close at hand, his body could not move at all.

"Whew..."

The snow bear screamed at Mo Tian, who had turned into an ice sculpture, and looked like he was showing off his might.

"Damn, Lao Tzu was despised by a brute. ”

Mo Tian was completely enraged by the snow bear's performance, and he was very annoyed.

"Damn brute, I have to kill you today. I don't believe you can freeze me!" Mo Tian was furious, and he began to continue to merge the sword and shield soldiers.

Although when Mo Tian merged the sword and shield soldiers just now, the body of the ten sword and shield soldiers stopped growing, and the cultivation realm did not improve. But Mo Tian vaguely felt that his body and cultivation were not not not growing, but growing very slowly.

Because it was too slow, Mo Tian gave up just now and continued to merge the sword and shield soldiers, but now Mo Tian planned to merge the remaining sword and shield soldiers at a time to see if he could break through the ice.

"Fit... Fit..."

Mo Tian immediately summoned the sword and shield soldiers, and then merged one by one.

After a few days of development, the King's Landing of Motian has developed. Although the Chinese army battalion is still at the first level, it is no longer empty.

Among them, Motian has built barracks, martial arts arenas, bazaars, farmland, treasury, and granaries.

But it's a pity that this is not a game, Motian has limited resources, and some of these buildings have not yet been built, such as the banner that can summon military generals.

In the game, the farmland and bazaars in the King's Landing city will produce food and coins at all times, but the farms and markets in the King's Landing city that are now the spirit of the Motian Warrior will not produce food and coins. Mo Tian can only rely on the ingots that King's Landing rewards every day in exchange for limited resources, and he has no resources to build all the buildings.

Among them, Mo Tian can only summon twenty sword and shield soldiers now, but it doesn't matter. While merging with the sword and shield soldiers, Mo Tian let the barracks of the king's land continue to build troops.

"Give me all the fit. "Although the combination of martial souls can make a martial artist stronger. But every time he merged, the martial artist had to endure great pain, so now Mo Tian had to endure great pain every time he merged.

However, being despised by a beast completely ignited the anger in Mo Tian's heart, and his temper that day was not afraid of the ground came up again. He endured inhuman pain, constantly summoning swords and shields to merge with each other.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...

Every time Mo Tian combined a sword and shield soldier, he would read a number to relieve the pain in his body.

"Twenty..."

When Mo Tian reached twenty, a crack finally appeared in the ice.

"Okay, great!"

Mo Tian was overjoyed and continued to merge the sword and shield soldiers.

"What should Grandpa do!"

Seeing that Mo Tian had turned into a big ice sculpture, the little fat man opened his face full of horror.

"Run, run, let's run. Otherwise, when this beast reacts, we will die. "Although the old drunkard is very worried about Mo Tian, Mo Tian is not a relative. And compared to Mo Tian, he cares more about himself and his grandson's life.

"Whew..."

But at this time, the snow bear had already noticed them.

"Oh no, it's fast. Quickly merge with your beast soul, and then run away. Without any hesitation, the old drunkard stood in front of his grandson and told him to flee.

"No, I'm not leaving. To walk together, to die together. Although the little fat man Zhang Kaishan was very scared, he still didn't plan to run away alone.

"Silly boy, you are the only one left in our old Zhang family. If you die, our old Zhang family will be doomed, and I am already old, and I will not live long, and dying in this southern Xinjiang mountain range can be regarded as a well-deserved death!" the old drunkard smiled bitterly.

As a civilian warrior, especially an orc hunter. The old drunkard had long known that he would die in the southern Xinjiang mountains one day sooner or later, so he was not afraid, but had a feeling of returning to his roots.

"No, grandpa, I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to die here with you. ”

"Stinky boy, you can't go, if you don't go, I'll die in front of you now!" the old drunkard's face turned gloomy. He pulled a machete from his waist and put it on his neck, threatening to let his grandson leave.

"Grandpa..."

The little fat man wailed.

"Whew..."

And just when the grandfather and grandson were arguing, the snow bear had already pounced.

"It's not good, you go quickly, remember not to turn back, go directly back to Beast Hunting City. "The old drunkard did not dare to slack off, and offered his own wine gourd.

In a flash of light, the old drunkard's wine gourd grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. It didn't stop until the yellow gourd became the size of a hill.

"Woo..."

The little fat man Zhang Kaishan also had a red light on his body, and suddenly the little fat man turned from a person into a humanoid monster with a pig's head and a human body three meters high. His martial soul is the earth-based demon beast Kaishan Boar.

"Open the mountain and go quickly, I will take the snow bear. The old drunkard roared, and suddenly the yellow-skinned gourd that turned into a hill knocked fiercely towards the snow bear.

"Whew..."

The snow bear roared and slapped the knocking yellow gourd away. Although the old drunkard's yellow gourd is very large, it is not an offensive martial spirit, so it can't cause any damage to the snow bear, and it will only delay for some time at most.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

At this moment, the little fat man opened the mountain and roared and pounced on the snow bear.

"No, you're crazy, you go quickly!" the old drunkard was shocked and tried to stop it. But Zhang Kaishan, who was merged with the beast soul, was too fast, and he had already pounced in front of the snow bear, and he didn't have time to rescue him.

In an instant, the little fat man and the snow bear were killed together.

"No, don't!"

The old drunkard was grief-stricken because his grandson was dead. His grandson is definitely no match for Snow Bear, and death is only a matter of time. And he couldn't do anything but watch.

Just as the old drunkard had predicted, after a few rounds, his grandson had been pressed and beaten by the snow bear.

"Hahaha, okay, let's die together in this southern mountain range today!" At this time, the old drunkard laughed maniacally. He roamed the Southern Xinjiang Mountains at the age of eighteen, and he was mentally prepared to die in the Southern Xinjiang Mountains. He was not afraid, but his only regret was that his only grandson would also die in the southern Xinjiang mountains.

"Grandpa..."

Hearing his grandfather's shouts, the little fat man cried a lot. He was scared to death, but he didn't regret it at all, because his grandfather was his only relative in this world. If Grandpa died, then it would not be interesting for him to live alone. So today he did not run away, but chose to die with his grandfather.