Why is there such a thing?

Shen Mu's heart was actually a little trembling at this moment. Is it a coincidence? Or does this world or other plane itself have this thing?

The green jade golem, the monster that once made people smell and change color!

But if you look closely, it seems to be a little different, but the effect seems to be a little more perverted.

Fat guy is really lucky! Not to mention being able to pick up such a perverted thing, today he also got a copy of the Desolate Ancient Protoss's combat skill inheritance, and even made up for the shortcomings. Why does this look more like the protagonist than himself?

Shen Mu was jealous for a while, but he was not very jealous. I've already relived once, and I also have a golden finger with me, what's not to be satisfied with? The world is so big, can't all the benefits be taken by him alone, right?

However, having said that, I never expected that this guy was still a big thick leg, and his combat power could soar to such an extent, and he was really able to survive this time.

The only thing that is a little regrettable is that the price is too great, looking at the empty backpack, Shen Mu suddenly has a feeling that he has worked hard for decades and once returned to the pre-liberation period. In order to fill the fat man's overdraft energy consumption, he still came out with all the medicinal materials he had picked in the medicine garden, and the result was fifteen large bags of heavenly and earthly treasures, and less than five bags were left, and more than two-thirds of them were lost. At that time, I didn't feel that I was trying to save my life, but when I think about it now, it is simply distressing.

"Let's make it clear first, these herbs are deducted from your share!" Shen Mu quickly put away the remaining herbs, his face distressed.

"Why? Lao Tzu saved your life!" As soon as the money was mentioned, the fat man couldn't take care of his body, which had just recovered and was still very weak, and suddenly pounced, grabbed Shen Mu's collar, and roared with grinned teeth: "I tell you, we are two five or five points, and I can't spare you if we don't have one!"

"Why five or five points, I took more than you before, and I didn't have any more points!" Shen Mu calculated the account, but his flesh became more and more painful.

"Five-five!" the fat man gritted his teeth and refused to give an inch.

"June Fourth! You lied to me! If you don't say it earlier, do you know that I am about to be scared to death by you? and trick me into shedding tears, this is too shameless, do you know?" Shen Mu pointed at him for a while. Especially for such a thing as lying to yourself and shedding tears, now that I think about it, I feel a little ashamed!

As soon as he mentioned this, the fat man laughed instead, and said with a sigh: "Four-six is four-six, anyway, I remember that you owe me a life, but you said it yourself!"

"Dead fat!" was mentioned again, and Shen Mu gritted his teeth angrily.

And just when the two of them were still tearing apart because of the account split, they didn't notice that the dense blood mist not far away began to gradually surge, and finally slowly reunited.

By the time the two of them were finally shocked by the unusual scene, it was too late. I saw Asaclaire come out of the blood mist gloomily, and her face was not only ugly, but completely crazy.

The average lifespan of hell demons is about 8,000 years old, and even the high-level demons of the Great Lord's level will not exceed 20,000 years old, which seems to be the innate confinement of the demon clan, and only a few special races can use their own secret methods to break through this limitation. The Blood Demon is one of these few races.

The lifespan of the Blood Demon depends on the energy extracted from the blood, so the Blood Demon Clan's greatest hobby is to collect the blood of various creatures. And the stronger the blood owner, the more energy can be provided in the blood, the longer the lifespan of the blood demon can be transformed, and at the same time, it can also consume blood to use some powerful secret techniques.

The Anti-Blood Spirit Technique is such a secret technique that can be reversed from death to resurrection, and it was with it that Asakle escaped from the hands of the Five Dragons. I didn't expect to use it again today. But after so many years of consumption, the blood energy stored in his body was simply not enough for him to launch the Anti-Blood Spirit Technique again, so he had no choice but to use the blood of the gods that he had just arrived.

Although it is a life-saving divine skill, to be honest, the blood of the gods is still too wasteful to use here. It's like saying that you just need a small bottle of recovery pills, but you just drink a super large bottle of recovery pills. It's just heart-wrenching. But there was no way, in order to save his life, he had to pinch his nose and admit that he had suffered a lot. It's just that in this way, he is completely busy in vain, and the matter of recovering his strength has become far away.

So at this moment, he is really angry and crazy, if he doesn't kill these two ant-like guys today, what face will he have to go back to hell, and directly wipe his neck here to commit suicide!

Shen Mu and the fat man were really dumbfounded at this time. Stunned, he watched Asa Claire walk out of the blood mist step by step, and then approached step by step, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Asakle in this state makes them feel even more terrible than before. Not because his combat effectiveness has improved again, but because he has become more gloomy. There was no longer a joke on the smile, no verbal mockery, just walked over slowly and deeply step by step, Leng Sensen's killing intent directly penetrated into their bodies under the powerful momentum of the Hell High Demon, and the blood in their whole body suddenly coagulated, as if it had been frozen out of ice slag.

"Alas, can that golem transformation of yours still work?" Shen Mu touched the fat man's arm, and his face twitched slightly nervously.

"What do you think?" the fat man grinned, and gave him an angry look.

"Then wait for death!" Shen Mu actually wanted to struggle again, but at this time he realized that his legs were no longer obedient.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and figure out a way! Don't tell me that you don't have any hole cards, when is it, don't hide it?" The fat man pinched Shen Mu's arm hard. He didn't believe that Shen Muhui didn't have any special abilities at all. If you don't have some special skills, who would dare to run into the mixed metaverse at the first level?

Shen Mu also looked helpless, and snorted: "I've used it a long time ago!You treat me as you, you have such a perverted ability!MD, who knew I could meet a guy of this level! Anyway, I have no way at all now, it depends on God whether I live or die!"

"Then I don't think we can die, because I've always had good luck since I was a child!" the fat man nodded affirmatively.

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"You two have said enough?" Asakle walked to a distance of about ten meters or so from them, and scolded coldly with angry eyebrows, "The shame you have brought me can only be washed away with your blood!"

As soon as the words fell, Asaclaire condensed a purple blood flame the size of a wheel, and the slightest nonsense didn't explode directly.

However, almost at the same time, with a huge sound of breaking the air, I saw a brass coffin flying from a distance, directly blocking in front of Shen Mu and the fat man after smashing the purple blood flame.

"Is that you?" Asaclaire apparently recognized the coffin's origin. Shocked and looked up not far away, he saw the zombie youth walking calmly towards this side.

And seeing this familiar coffin, Shen Mu and the fat man were holding this breath tightly, and they spit out a long breath. It seems that the luck of this fat man is really good, and it is estimated that they will not die today.

But I didn't expect it to be him who saved them?

In the previous battle with the palace girl in the Lishan Sword Palace, the zombie youth was extremely injured, and Shen Mu judged that the ordinary healing technique would not work on it at all. I thought that even if he was immortal, he would need to cultivate for a long time. I didn't expect that it was only after such a short period of time, and his injuries were actually healed, and I have to say that the strength of the zombie's physique is really amazing.

But there is another somewhat embarrassing problem at the moment, it is indeed good that the zombie youth can rush to save them, but can he beat Asacclaire?

Shen Mu: Their vision is low, and they can't accurately judge what level the combat power that appeared in Azaclair is equivalent to, but judging from the battle just now, it will not be lower than the fifteenth order, and it may even reach the twentieth order. And the zombie youth's combat power has been analyzed before, his combat power in his usual state is only seven or eight ranks, and after absorbing the blood light, it can be increased to about ten orders. In other words, he is no match for Asakrel at all.

Shen Mu looked at the zombie youth worriedly, only expecting that his true combat power would be far above what he had shown, otherwise it would just be one more person to send him to death.

In contrast, Asaclaire's eyesight is much higher than Shen Mu's. From the beginning, his attention was not on the zombie youth, but on the brass coffin. Compared with the zombie youth, this coffin made him more jealous, and even had a sense of fear.

It's an intuition from a high-level demon!

In fact, he noticed this coffin as early as when he met the zombie youth halfway, and he also found some information from the memories left by Jia San. So what he said at that time was not wrong, if you encounter this kind of coffin in the tomb robbery, you will definitely run as far as you can in the first place!

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to meet that kind of opponent right now.

"Friend, it's none of your business here!" Asakclaire wanted to try to communicate with the zombie youth, and sometimes negotiation was more problematic for opponents of the same level.

However, he obviously didn't have the temperament of the zombie youth, and he didn't plan to talk about it at all. After continuing to get two steps closer, he suddenly accelerated and rushed up, smashing straight into his chest with a single move.

"How can that be true, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Asaklay was also aroused by his temper, and took a step closer to face the zombie youth and smashed it with a punch.

Although the zombie youth is infinitely powerful, the two are too different in terms of combat power level. So at the moment when the fists were facing each other, the zombie youth was beaten back more than a dozen steps. And Asaclaire was even more unrelenting, bullied himself and went in again, grabbed the arm of the zombie youth and threw him into the air, smashing him seven or eight meters away. This was followed by a blast of magic, distorting the space.

At this time, the zombie youth once again showed what it means to be strong to pervert the defensive physique. In the face of continuous attacks, he still stood up unscathed, looked directly at Asakre, and seemed to say, 'Let's get real'!

As for Asaclaire, he also has a bitterness at this time, and he can't say it. He also wanted to use some real high-level magic or combat skills, but he couldn't use them at all in his current state, and he didn't have enough blood energy to activate it.

The two sides seem to be stuck in a stalemate where no one can do anything, each is more defensive, but not enough offensive. However, if it continues like this, there is no doubt that the loser will definitely be Asaclaire.

So Assaclaire didn't want to go on like this. With a horizontal heart, he mobilized all the energy he could use at present, intending to decide the winner with one blow, and not give the zombie youth a chance to turn the tables.

The zombie youth also roared, and this time two more blood rays flew out from the brass coffin, and it seemed that he also had no intention of letting Asaclaire, the Blood Demon Lord, leave.

But at this moment, another voice suddenly came, which seemed to be said to the zombie youth: "Friend, let's discuss, how about handing over this demon to me?"

The three of them, the zombie youth and Shen Mu, were slightly stunned, and when they followed the prestige, they saw another figure flying from the entrance of the temple. After standing still, I saw clearly that the person who came turned out to be the handsome man who had captivated the country and the city.

"A few friends, I'm sorry to intervene, I'll leave this demon to deal with!" the handsome man's tone became more and more determined. Although the language was polite, it seemed that he also planned to consider discussing it with Shen Mu and them.

"Who are you?" Asacclaire didn't know the handsome man, but that didn't stop him from disliking the man, as if he had already eaten himself.

"You'll soon find out who I am!" the handsome man sneered at him, and said in a low voice as he walked forward, "The devil should stay in hell forever! If you dare to swagger out of hell, you must be ready to accept punishment at any time!"

Before the words could be completely spoken, a pair of white wings slowly spread behind the handsome man.

"You're an angel? huh...... No, you are ......" Seeing the white wings, Asa Claire immediately thought of the old rival of hell, the angel of heaven. But if you look closely, you can see that something seems wrong, and the angel's wings are not like this. His wings were a bit like some demon race. But it doesn't seem like the demon clan has white wings, huh?

If it were another demon, you might not be able to recognize it. Thankfully, Azaclaire lived long enough to think about all the memories of the white wings in his memory, and then he remembered them. But it's just because I think about it that I feel a little incredible.

"You're a Demon Hunter Guardian!" Asa Claire gasped, and suddenly retreated, still shaking his head incredulously, "Impossible! Aren't you dead? Even the blazing white demon flame is extinguished, how can there still be a demon hunter guardian?"

"Nothing is impossible!I've been looking for you for a long time, I'm going to die, demon!" the handsome man quickly pulled out a black and red crossbow and fired three arrows in a row, aiming at Asaclaire's chest.

"Ah......" Asaclaire was suddenly shocked, and didn't even dare to fight back, so he was directly frightened and turned around and ran. If it were someone else, he still had the confidence to fight one or two, but he really didn't even have the heart to fight the demon hunter guards.

You must know that the mission of the Demon Hunter Guardian is to hunt demons, and all of their magic skills are highly targeted, specially created to deal with demons. In other words, all his skills will be restrained by others. There is no way to fight in the face of such an opponent, and now he only hopes that he can run out smoothly, otherwise falling into the hands of the Demon Hunter Guardian is usually worse than death!

How could there still be a Demon Hunter Guardian in this world? If I had known that there was a Demon Hunter Guardian here, I wouldn't have come here if I killed him?

"Run, can you run?" the handsome man snorted coldly, picked up a handprint with one hand and pressed it to the ground. With a summoning magic array, a huge hellhound barked and chased after it, and at the same time burned a layer of crimson flames on its body, making it even more powerful and domineering.