The land, the eight qualities of the land, to keep one side safe, one side of the people, but God is God after all, God has a God covenant, if you don't invite, he won't come.

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Outside the Ram City, the wind and dust were everywhere, and the one-armed old man's dead wooden staff could no longer make a sound, and the pitch-black dry cane touched the ground and immediately sank, like a quagmire, and the ground was waterless, but it became soft.

The one-armed old man kept his head down, as if he didn't know it, and the old man dragged his decaying body step by step, leaving behind him rows of regular footprints, one left and one right, the depth and spacing were the same.

The one-armed old man stepped on the soft soil and walked a hundred steps, the one-armed old man raised his head, his eyes were cloudy without a trace of brilliance, and anyone who saw his eyes would only have one thought, the limit was reached, and his life was short.

The old man didn't leave, not that he didn't want to go, but that he couldn't walk, the dead wood staff in the old man's hand fell into the dirt, couldn't pull it out, was imprisoned, and the laws of the earth entangled his natal spirit staff.

The old man's expression froze slightly, then he smiled faintly, and the dry fingers holding the withered staff tapped continuously, like playing a pipa, and the sound of a loud clang, and like the sound of a wooden fish, with a bang, the earth cracked, and the wooden staff was pulled out.

The old man did not continue walking, he quietly looked at the ground in front of him.

The next moment, with the light and dust, the dust flew in the divine light, and a long-bearded old man wearing an earthy yellow robe walked out of the land, the earth was still unusual, but the old man wore it out.

The long-bearded old man glanced at the one-armed, did not speak, lowered his head and swung his sword, and a sword mark slashed across the ground between the two of them.

One-armed smiled lightly, step-by-step, step by step, he took a hundred steps, but it was as if he hadn't taken a step, he was still in place, not an inch had advanced.

The one-armed old man chuckled: "The land god law, close to the end of the world, you and I are close to each other, but far away from the end of the world, it is really wonderful." ”

The yellow-robed land lord looked at the one-armed old man lightly, and said without joy or sorrow: "Ten miles outside the city of Ram City is the fiefdom of this god, and it will retreat quickly." ”

"Retreat, then why should I go this way!"

The one-armed old man shook his head, since he came, he wouldn't leave, either he would fall to Ram City and become the Black Wind Realm, or he would die here.

"Since you're so obsessed, don't go...... Draw the ground as a dungeon!"

The earth-colored long sword in the hand of the land lord is horizontal and horizontal, left and right, the four swords draw out a mouthword, the mouth word into the soil, the one-armed old man is surrounded by four earthen walls, and the four earthen walls enclose a dungeon.

The one-armed old man who fell into the dungeon had a slightly gloomy face, not because the land was painted as a dungeon, but because the group of ants actually started the god sacrifice again, and the sacrificial sound was so harsh.

The old man swung his cane, boom, boom,

The dead wood staff flies, the earth sword is slashed, the roar is continuous, the one-armed prison is destroyed, the land is built, you build and I destroy, you surround me and break it, for a while, it is difficult to distinguish between them.

"Humph!"

The one-armed old man snorted coldly and flew up, not because he couldn't fight, but because he couldn't drag it out.

The old man flew up, and he peeked out from above the four earthen walls, and he saw that he was about to escape from prison, but the earthen walls were three feet long.

"If you want to get out of prison in this way, you are underestimating this god. ”

The land lord said expressionlessly, the earth-colored long sword pointed to the ground, and the four earthen walls continued to thicken and heighten, long and long...... Thick Thick ......

The dungeon has changed from many to few, from complex to simplified, and the land public wholeheartedly guards a prison, a prison and a person, and the roar of the dungeon continues, which seems to be precarious, but it must not be broken.

When the dungeon rose to a hundred feet, the outside of the ram city sank more than a hundred feet, and the land of ten miles was dug into a bottomless giant trench, and the earth was built into a prison.

The dungeon hanging in the air is not high, there is no increase, the land sighs, the earth and stones are exhausted, and the divine power is poor.

The deadwood staff was struck.

"Boom!"

The dungeon collapsed.

The public surface of the land is unwilling to wave the long sword in his hand, the dungeon is decomposed, the soil is returned to the soil, the dust is returned to the dust, the earth is reorganized, the deep trench is filled, and the ground is restored to its original appearance.

He didn't pursue the one-armed old man, not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't, he was this land, his first priority was to manage the territory, he had to level the land first and restore the divine domain.

As soon as the one-armed old man got out of the prison, he hit the altar with a rod, and two spirit swords flew out of the two carriages in front of the altar, one clear and one white, and the sword light soared into the sky.

A staff, a demon, broke the spiritual light, shattered the twin swords, and with another staff, the hideous ghost head tore the sacrificial flag and broke the altar.

The ten priests wailed and fell off the altar, either dead or wounded.

"Retreat...... Rewind ......"

The lord of the sacrificial courtyard screamed, the altar was destroyed, the priests died, the wounded were wounded, not to mention the sacrifice of the gods.

"Retreat?"

The one-armed old man looked down at the ants under his feet and sneered, and the dead wooden staff shook, and the roots under the wooden staff were withdrawn and split......

10 points...... 100 ...... 100 percent...... Thousands of ......

"Ah......h

"Ah...... Daredevil ......"

"Daredevil...... Daredevil ...... You don't have to die well......"

The demonic and evil roots were plunged into the heads of the nine priests, and the dead were reduced to ashes, and the living wailed and died, leaving no one alive except the tearing eyes of the priest.

"Hahaha! delicious, very delicious, the old man has not eaten such a delicious soul for a long time, the soul of the priest, hehe!"

The dense bloodthirsty roots pounced on all living creatures like monsters, the black-armored god law guard, the spirit horse, and the coachman......

"Retreat, retreat, retreat into the barrier!"

The two Nine Rank Ancestors of the Ram Clan waved the spirit sword in their hands with extremely ugly faces, the spirit sword was fast and sharp, but there were too many roots, and they couldn't cut it all, the two ancestors roared sadly, escorting a carriage and retreating, and the screams one after another pierced the hearts of the two ancestors.

miserable, one died worse than the other, but they couldn't do anything, and the two ancestors retreated in tears.

"Evil obstacles, An dares to kill!"

The land lord, who had been calm, was furious, damned evil beast, not only killed, but also killed so many priests.

The priests, nine priests were killed by this beast, and each of them was a chosen person of the gods, who were not only pure in soul and firm in their faith, but also able to communicate with the gods, and they were the messengers of the gods.

"Attach it to me!"

The earth roared and swung its sword, and endless dust flew towards the roots that kept growing and spreading, and the dust attached to the roots, and the roots were covered with dust, and the black and evil roots turned earthy yellow, and the roots became heavy, and the climbing speed slowed down, and they lost the ability to devour, and they were sealed by the dust.

Except for the one carriage that remained in the city and the one that returned, the other two carriages and the twenty-nine black armor would never return.

The two ancestors, Ram Qingtian and Ram Bo, bowed to the carriage and said, "My lord, the Eight Rank Night Spirit is coming, it is no longer safe here, please go back to the house first." ”

The carriage was silent for a moment, and a faint voice came out: "Well, that's fine, two seniors be careful...... And also...... The statues of the four old gods must also be sent to safety as soon as possible. ”