Walking into the soldier's cemetery, Ouyang Dao once again saw a familiar scene, the tombstone of his heroic deeds stood on the ground, recording the colorful battles one after another. The cemetery is like a history book of victories.

The martyrs of the Hunters' Guild, because of their strength, were marked with blood and death. Enemies capable of erecting tombstones are powerful monsters with at least a hundred enemies, hunters who are able to enter the battle graveyard with no less than 10 victories on tombstones.

The reason why this cemetery is a treasure trove for necromancers, and because of this, after the resurrection of the dead, all memories and past combat experience will be lost, and only the fighting instinct engraved in the body and soul will remain, these experienced hunters, who have killed countless skilled hunters, are at least three times stronger than their companions. Walking on the bluestone road in leather boots, Ouyang Dao slowly admired the stone stele, which told him that he only knew a few monsters, but this did not prevent him from appreciating the hunter's power.

Knowledgeable, skilled, serving the people, calm and cautious in the face of enemies, ready to fight to the death at any time, the characteristics of a hunter reminded Ouyang Dao of an agent in his previous life, as if every hunter was a born spy. However, as he circled towards the center of the cemetery, the tombstones outside began to shake gradually, and the ground beneath the tombstones suddenly began to emit a dull echo, like a heart beating again.

The overall structure of the warrior cemetery is a snail shell structure. The more you walk towards the center of the cemetery, the more amazing the battle record on the tombstone becomes, although you don't know the power of the monsters recorded, but there are enough monsters to impress Ouyang Dao. Drop after drop of blood, Ouyang Dao looked pale and weak, but his eyes became brighter, and he could feel that new life was entering his army, and these recruits were no less than professionals.

In the large and small battlemen's cemeteries, walking along the rotating brick road for half an hour, Ouyang Dao came to the place he dreamed of, there were thirteen tombstones of different shapes in the center of the cemetery, and each tombstone had a name on it that could not be ignored. Boxers, blood knights, trapeze, magical apothecaries... One name after another represents a generation of legends, these people are either the heads of the Hunters' Guild or the elders who have been hidden for a long time, each passing on countless secrets, but also the indomitable will of the Hunting Alliance. Ouyang Dao sighed softly. The memory of these powerful people is both an asset and an annoyance.

With his current methods and personality, it is impossible to control these determined hunters, instead, they will be led by the guild of masters and anti-hunters. So there is only one way to do this, and that is to clear the memory of oneness and let the other person retain the mechanical biological will. As she spoke, Vivien controlled the flow of water to lift the coffin, and one by one the glows of energy shattered and rose, each glow representing a master, and the different colors of glows representing their area of expertise.

The owner's coffin is simple, with an intricate symbol carved into orange wood, a coiled dragon with a 45-degree longbow where the mouth and tail meet. The Changgong pattern occupies a small place in the entire heraldry, but Ouyang Dao can see it at a glance. The longbow seems to have a strange attraction. Obviously, the method and craftsmanship of the carving are simple, but the ornate dragon does not hide its brilliance.

Symbol of the goddess of the hunt. Ouyang Dao's heart sank.

The word "God" was too far away for him, but the magic of the longbow revealed the horrors of another world. The purpose of most mind spells is to distort the caster's consciousness and shatter their memory of common sense as if they were written in the mind as a law, and all the lines seen are curved, which will allow the caster to see the lines into curvilinear cognition, and all minds affirm this cognition.

This spell is also a very simple way to break it, as long as the self-conscious irrational thinking, the effect of the spell will quickly disappear. In the case of lines and curves, the spell of the mind is broken when the subject gives up the perception of the eye, determines the presence of the line by touch or other means, and then opens the eyes to recognize it.

Unlike the longbow of the goddess of hunting, Ouyang Dao could clearly see that the pattern of the longbow was rough, the lines were not beautiful, and it could not even be carved with three knives. But Ouyang Dao was attracted to it, and he could use it to explain that it was not beautiful, that it was not attractive.

It's a vicious circle. You know one thing is false, but your whole mind, your sixth sense, your seventh sense tells you that it's true, and you end up believing it to be true, and it's a distortion that neither theory nor data can change. The old viscount and passers-by lifted the lid of the coffin, and in the tan leather lay a shiny middle-aged man, his skin was smooth and his expression was serene, as if he was still alive or dead, but the date on the tombstone was already clear, and after 40 years, the brave master was still sleeping in the cemetery as if he were alive.

Ouyang Dao bit his finger happily, red blood droplets disappeared on his forehead, and about three seconds later, Ouyang Dao took control of him and turned him into blood droplets. Some hand-to-hand combat classes appeared, and Ouyang Dao gained a new understanding of his joints and muscles, as well as some explosive techniques.

The experience feedback of these creatures was another windfall for Ouyang Dao, he had already received a lot of summoning knowledge from Vivian, and today was the second gift he had received from the powerhouse. Is it true that only a master can be enlightened?

Ouyang Dao wanted to know. He felt that it shouldn't be limited to the master level. There must have been something else he hadn't discovered. Ouyang Dao thought to himself, his hand was turning the other twelve masters, with all his combat knowledge.

When Ouyang Dao returned to the gate of the warrior's cemetery, he was still digesting this knowledge, and the sudden increase in calculations made his brain a little blurry, and he felt very little about foreign objects. In the distance was the Dragon Frog Swamp, where a team of daredevils were running fast, led by a tall, burly middle-aged man wearing a standard coat and a heavy metal flash on his arm.

He is the vice president of the Long Gang Hunters Association, and he carries a heavy robotic arm. At this moment, the chubby man's face was full of sadness, and his arm under his right shoulder shone red, and the other hunters could not express that mysterious power. The Dragon Gang is in a hurry now, the warrior graveyard is the last home of all hunters, and as the vice president of the guild, there are many old friends and brothers buried here.

The ground of the swamp was very slippery, and even though it was strong enough to stand on it, the ground was still slippery like mud, and the heavy bodies of the long queue splashed a slight fishy smell on the muddy ground, and every hunter in this area died. The dragon gang wiped a random mud spot on his face. He ran forward with a straight face.

Patches of mud splattered on him, but his footsteps didn't stop at all. You enter the hunter's graveyard in Greeleyville and you will kill yourself. Lang and his gang felt indignant and saw that the scenery around them was getting brighter and brighter, and the ground under their feet was getting more and more solid. By this time he had reached the edge of the swamp. The moment they came out of the swamp, the first thing the Dragon Gang saw was that the top of the mountain had been shattered, and the warrior cemetery on the mountainside was still alive, but the Dragon Gang had a sense of foreboding.

Behind them, nearly 100 hunters followed the dragon to a halt and saw the target of today's battle. All the hunters quietly took off their trench coats. They covered themselves with a thin arc coat, and then a set of matching equipment, black gloves connected to the arc of the coat, and in an instant, the steam generated by the high temperature rose from the tree.

Hunter, the Perak security team has arrived. Ouyang Dao also staggered away from the cemetery. The road to the warrior's cemetery is crooked. The black iron gate was obviously in front of him on the left, but Ouyang Dao walked straight ahead, stepped on the grass, stepped over the tombstone, and walked straight to the outer wall of the cemetery. Wei Wei'an pulled him beside him, the water flow was controlled for him, Ouyang Dao slipped under his feet, his body changed direction instantly, just as he was about to fall to the ground, Wei Wei'an controlled the water flow again and made a soft cushion for him, and then he pushed Ouyang Dao up with the water flow.

This series of actions was easy to do, Wei Wei An did it with just a move of his fingers, but as the crowd behind him was startled, Wei An immediately had a terrible guess. Ouyang Dao was still on the way, Vivien waved her hand casually, carefully modified Ouyang Dao's route, and just when Ouyang Dao was finally about to leave the warrior's graveyard, the swamp through Longgang also arrived.

"Gaia Zelenka, what are you doing here?" The Dragongang's face sank. He was about to ask more questions when he suddenly realized that Ouyang Dao was a disciple of the Master of Death. "I didn't expect your teacher to intervene. Do you really think we're afraid of him? ”

Ouyang Dao looked bored when he heard this, the news that he was a clown should have been exposed a long time ago? Why didn't the Long Gang know anything? Is the guild still fighting? Hiding such important information from the vice president, William · Vane has a lot of control over low-level hunters. But William Wayne was not as strong as Ouyang Dao imagined, and Long Gang didn't know that he was a clown for personal reasons: After receiving a call from the Hunters' Guild, Long Gang and his elite squad rushed to the mine where he was stationed, and the Hunters' Guild, the gladiator cemetery, formed a triangle, which was the closest distance from the mine to the cemetery, although it was anxious to pass through the Lion City, but did not enter the city to inquire about the news.

Ouyang Dao looked at the dragon's face and found that he really didn't know who he was, the mud on his shoes had not been wiped clean, and it looked as if he had come from far away. But it's okay not to know. Tell him now. Ouyang Dao smiled slightly, and Wei Wei'an stood directly beside him.

At this time, the ancient snake had been cleaned up by her, and the long sea blue hair had returned to Wei Wei'an's head, but in the face of the dragon cylinder steel, his hand had already come, and Vivien had to let go of her bun.

After Vivian Song developed her bun, a long strand of blue hair fluttered in the wind, and began to deform and expand in the air, until it completely hit the ground, and the ancient snake appeared on the ground and hissed. The Dragongang's face darkened at the sight of the giant skeletal snake.

They were joined by his hunters. Five men's curved jackets are connected to each other, and a twisted heat burns around the black gloves.

The hunters beat the snakes with gloves, the heat wrinkled and cracked their scales, and the black gloves made their wounds so cruel that the stomachs of several ancient snakes were melted, and all the internal organs were burned to ashes by such heat.

Vivian was angry when she saw the shape and facial expression, wanting to teach these hunters a lesson, but Ouyang Dao reached out to stop her, but ordered Vivian to bring back all the bone snakes.

Vivian's confused eyes drifted towards her, Ouyang Dao just smiled and didn't speak, while the hunter and the ancient snake fought side by side and slowly came back, Changgang saw that he also rushed the team to follow, and finally, the battlefield between the two sides stopped in front of the black iron gate of the battler's graveyard. Behind Ouyang Dao was a huge black door, and Vivian's hair was gray.

Vice President Long Gang, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect your character to be so irritable Ouyang Dao stepped forward with a smile, Vivian played with her gray hair in pain, the old viscount and the passer-by took a step forward, and the breath of the two masters rose directly.

Long Gang's eyebrows were visibly closed, and the guild's distress letter said that greeleyville was alone?Why are there three masters now?His face became heavy, and his team controlled the heat that turned bluestone into powder, and now they couldn't compete with the masters.

Now Long Gang has given up the idea of chasing Ouyang Dao and is trying to find a way to save all his people. Ouyang Dao didn't know what Long Gang meant, seeing his silence, only when he was still ready to resist, a face slapped his hand jokingly, and the black iron door behind him slowly opened.

Behind the gate, in front of the Long Gang, was a circle of familiar faces, the youngest from decades ago, capable of leaving their mark on the roster of famous hunters of the Hunters' Guild. They have taken control of the battle cemetery. Where is the chairman? How can so many souls be created in less than half a day?

Of course, these questions are only in the minds of the long gang, the real problems have already arisen, most of these hunters are relatively young, and the long gang belongs to the same period of characters. The legacy of the Hunters' Guild is very close, with long-term gang members, many of them, as well as these deceased predecessors, involved in all sorts of ways.

The dragon looked at the hunter's face, and his eyes were black. Please.