"Black Mountain Old Demon...... You are cultivating the Fa like this, and like me, do you have a deep hatred?"

"Black Mountain Old Demon...... Do you think I will be able to take revenge in the future?"

"Huh...... The people in the past were so stupid, this is a good place to cultivate special methods, and no one of them paid attention to this?"

"I'm going to build a big killer here: the Land of Bones!"

"I will forge a land of bones from the bones of billions of living beings. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"I've heard people say that not a single living being's land of bones was forged by himself, but all of them were forged by generations!"

"I can't wait, I want revenge, I have to forge the land of Baogu!"

"Isn't it just billions of living beings? it's okay to kill them all!"

In Black Mountain's eyes, this white bone mage is just a chatterbox.

At first, he was still chatting with him, but after a long time, he found that this white bone mage was not only a chatter, but also had a problem with his brain.

Many times, he was stubborn like a fool, asking some questions repeatedly, for many days, even half a year.

Cracking sound!

Under the Iron Furnace Fortress, a rectangular area of white bones that stretched for thousands of meters appeared on the ground.

This area of white bones is made up entirely of white skeletons.

When the numb alien creature came here, he was instantly strangled by the white bone creature.

In the middle of the white skull, a bonfire burns, and a bronze tripod the size of more than a foot stands on the ground.

From time to time, there were white bones coming from a distance, and they threw the corpses that had been stripped of their skin and gutted into the copper tripod, and then jumped under the copper tripod, turning into a miserable green flame, burning.

Montenegro visualized a totemic throne sitting on it, he took a huge fork, forked the flesh, and then, snoring, ate it cleanly.

Across from him was the Bone Mage.

The white bone mage sat on a larger throne of bones, and there were tall skeletons that had torn off their thighs and turned into spears that pierced the flesh in the copper tripod and handed them to the mage to eat.

The mage just ate a little bit and was full.

Seeing that Black Mountain was eating meat so sweetly, the White Bone Mage was very jealous.

Ever since he started casting the Land of Bones a year ago, based on the remaining flesh and blood of Black Mountain, he has gradually lost his appetite.

In the past, although he was a mage, he was also like Montenegro, he could eat hundreds of catties of flesh and blood at every meal.

But, here day and night, he is constantly slaughtering aliens, and now he is disgusted when he sees flesh.

Many times, he felt that Montenegro was a madman, an emotionless madman.

Otherwise, why has he slaughtered so many living beings for more than a year, without numbness?

On the city wall not far away, a group of prisoners and old prisoners who had just been exiled saw the following scene and behaved differently:

The new prisoner, disgusting.

The old prisoners are envious:

"Look at the meat so good...... However, I haven't eaten meat for a year. "There are numb humans with tomahawks and shields, looking at the endless spread of alien creatures under their feet, and despairing.

Under the city walls, Black Mountain ate a lot of flesh and blood, burped, and then dragged the chains and killed the aliens again.

Bang! Bang!

One by one, the aliens were killed by him.

The dead aliens were blasted into meat sauce by him, turning into a mist of blood that permeated him.

This blood mist, little by little, penetrated the earth, penetrated behind him, and behind him, it re-formed a blood-colored aura.

The blood-colored aura turned, and inside it were the phantoms of all the alien beings he had slain.

Those blood shadows struggled, wailed, and cursed day and night in the blood-colored aura.

"Master, I'm an old demon of Montenegro...... Curse me, fear me!"

Black Mountain waved the chains, swept the alien race within a range of hundreds of meters, and then jumped up, jumped hundreds of meters away, fell into the alien race, and roared in the sky.

And so on and so forth, day and night.

"This is the best place, I have killed so many aliens, and the killing power behind me has once again condensed. ”

"If I integrate this killing power into the title of the old demon of Black Mountain, will that title become even more powerful?"

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

A year later, after he felt that the killing power was even more powerful, he used the secret method to let his thoughts pull the killing power to the title hidden in the sky.

Boom! Boom!

After this killing power descended on the title, it found a sealed space in the title by itself, centered on the million-zhang void well buried inside, entrenched in it, slowly turning, and the title itself reflected each other.

In the dark, Black Mountain felt that his title power was a little stronger, and even the white bone mage in front of him could vaguely sense some of his thoughts when he mentioned his name.

Even, he could sense the creatures on the city walls and in the city muttering silently to him in his heart.

"Interesting, if I condense another killing power, I'm afraid, in the entire Iron Furnace Fortress, all living beings can sense what they think of me!"

Thinking of this, he stared at those numb aliens, his eyes were joyful, and he jumped up and down, and once again started a massacre.

The White Bone Mage's eyes on the side shrank suddenly, and in a trance, he felt as if he was being watched.

However, that feeling was fleeting.

He shook his head, looked at the black mountain that was bouncing and slaughtering, and was secretly shocked:

"This old demon of Black Mountain, after killing for so long, he hasn't collapsed yet? Just now, I even felt his joyful mood. ”

"Forget it, I still have to cultivate diligently, and I will take revenge in the future!"

Thinking of this, he sat on the Throne of White Bones, turned his staff, and while cultivating, he urged more white bone creatures to cast the Land of White Bones.

Another year has passed, and the prisoners in the city have changed one after another, and under the city, Montenegro has another like-minded companion.

It was a wizard wrapped in a black mist.

The wizard was silent, he rarely moved.

After he came here, he just released a black mist every once in a while.

After the black mist shrouded, the alien race in an area of thousands of square meters disappeared in an instant.

And after releasing the black mist once, he would grab three or five alien races, hold a sharp scalpel, and gently cut these alien races:

Inch by inch, little by little, carefully studying what.

Moreover, in order to study with peace of mind, he mingled with the White Bone Mage.

This white bone mage, in this year, finally cultivated a small palm-sized white bone land with the bones of ten million living beings.

This land of bones was placed on the earth by him, extracting endless negative emotions.

There are white bone creatures carrying corpses and throwing them into the land of bones, and then, the foundation of the land of bones will be a little stronger, and the area will be a little larger.

This year, Montenegro still eats boiled meat, drinks broth, and enjoys it incomparably.

It's just that when he eats meat, he often stares at the prisoners in the city.

This year, the team under the White Bone Mage was even larger, and the battlefield he occupied was even larger.

It's just that at this time, he can't eat meat or drink broth, so he can only devour some of the blood qi bred in the void well to replenish consumption.

This year, the Black Mist Wizard didn't say a word. (To be continued.) )