Chapter 481 The Will of Immortality

Wuming said he didn't want to climb anymore.

According to this progress, Wuming calculated that just climbing to the top of the mountain would take half a month.

With this skill, Wuming could go home and ask a few flying animals to carry him on their backs even faster.

"You can't beat him." Wuming put Egon down and collapsed on the ground, like a dead dog. "The dragon is in the sky, and humans have no chance of winning."

Egon lay on the ground, staring at Wuming.

He took off the big bow from his back, wrapped his fingers around the bow string, and pulled hard.

Aegon's finger was cut off by the bowstring, and blood flowed from the wound.

"What are you doing?" Wuming was shocked by Egon's actions, "Apologise?"

Egon endured the pain and tremblingly handed the severed finger to Wuming:

"I can't go on anymore. You can go on with my fingers and soul."

Wuming understood that this was Egon reducing his burden. He no longer had to carry him, which greatly reduced the consumption of physical strength, and he would not be so tired.

"Why are you bothering?" Wuming sighed, squatted in front of Egon, and took his finger, "Do you have to eat this dragon's heart?"

"I will defeat it!" Egon roared, "I cannot die in fear!"

The roar consumed Egon's energy, and he gasped:

"It can kill me, but if I give in, I really lose."

Egon looked at the top of Spike Mountain reluctantly:

"I must taste the ultimate dragon food."

"What a foodie with pursuits." Wuming said.

Egon looked at Wuming: "You may not be able to tell, but I used to be just a scavenger."

"I can see it." Wuming said.

Egon said: "On the battlefield, we picked up rags and exchanged them for money. But no one wanted to trade with people like us because we smelled too bad. Sometimes when there was no food, we had to eat the rotting corpses on the battlefield. ”

"This is an undignified job." Egon said, "It's like a bug, dealing with the battlefield. Every day I go to the battlefield to look for suitable metal fragments, and I live with the dead every day. If I die on the roadside one day, it will be the same." No one cares."

"But such a humble me has gained dignity because of Dragon Food." Egon said, "People will call me a dragon warrior, a hero who hunts wild dragons."

Egon looked at Wuming:

"Do you know what the happiest thing is?"

"From eating human flesh to eating dragon meat?" Wuming guessed.

"It's because I no longer feel confused every day." Egon said, "After becoming a dragon warrior, I found the passion and the meaning of living. The hot blood flowing in my chest reminds me that I am not a walking zombie, I am still alive, I Still alive!"

Egon pointed at Wuming, but his fingers had been cut off, as if he was pointing his fist at Wuming:

"You must persist, take my fingers and soul, and summon me out. "I want to kill Baylor, I must kill Baylor! "

Wuming stretched out his hand and pushed Egon's finger back into the wound. The pain made Egon scream.

Wuming took Egon's finger back.

Then he took out a piece of crystal:

"But I think that in your desire to defeat a strong enemy, you probably don't have the process of running towards a strong enemy - let me save you some effort."

Wuming smiled and activated the crystal.

After the caravan arrived, a simple communication array had been laid. Although there is no help from Se Rui, the number of lines is pitiful, but as a boss, of course, there is a dedicated line, and you can contact employees and important people at any time.

A unknown projection hit Lance Sanks:

"Lance Sanks? Do you have time?"

"What?" Lance Sanks asked.

"Come out and play." Wuming said.

Lance Sanks became interested: "Where?"

"Spiked Mountain." Wuming said, "I can't climb up. You have wings, come here and help."

When he heard it was Spike Mountain, Lance Sanks trembled:

"Spiked Mountain? What are you going to do?"

"What are you going to challenge, Mad Dragon Belle." Wuming said.

"Do you know who Baylor is?" Lance Sanks looked strange.

"I heard it is the oldest and most ferocious dragon." Wuming said.

Lance Sanks said: "Baylor once challenged the old man, the Dragon King Platon Sanks. Although the old man won, both sides suffered."

Lance Sanks said: "In other words, the opponent has the strength of the King of Elden."

Wuming's heart also twitched: "A king-level opponent..."

Wuming forced a smile: "But wouldn't both sides be hurt? That shouldn't be a full state."

"You're not at full strength either." Lance Sanks said, "Neither am I."

Lance Sanks said: "If you give up this intention as soon as possible, why are you risking your life? I won't go anyway."

Wuming said: "Just take us up and we won't let you fight."

Lance Sanks' eyes wandered, and after a while he said:

"Oh, Patch has something to do with me and asked me to pick him up. I'm not free, bye."

With that said, the communication was cut off.

Wuming watched his own figure reflected in the crystal and threw the crystal back into the package.

"Patch is still on the Blue Coast, he doesn't even know how to lie." Wuming was very angry.

Wuming wanted to contact Latarn, but after looking at Egon and thinking about it, he gave up.

He sighed and stood in front of Egon.

Take off his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Egon was a little frightened.

"Don't make any noise, heal." Wuming said. He spent a day cleaning up all the broken bone fragments in Egon's twisted arm, and used Restoration to heal his hand.

Wuming still carried Egon on his back and walked up the mountain.

The higher they went, the more difficult and steeper the terrain became. Thunderclouds were dense and red mist was lingering.

Wuming looked down along the cliff and saw an area below the mountain, as if there were fingers sticking out from the ground.

If they could be seen at this height, then if they were really fingers, they must be the hands of God.

"What is that place?" Wuming was curious.

"Finger ruins." Egon said.

"Are there many double fingers in it?" Wuming suddenly became interested.

"Nothing." Egon said, "Just ruins."

Wuming was quite disappointed and spat at the ruins:

"Such a large area, but there is nothing."

Wuming turned around and left, taking Egon all the way up.

Turning the corner, they saw two flying dragons fighting each other, so the two teamed up to solve the problem. Egon pierced the dragon's wing with a harpoon arrow, allowing the flying dragon to take them up a long distance, and then ate the dragon's heart to restore his strength.

When they met the cliff again, Wuming cast a light body magic on the two of them, and placed a gravity ball on their heads, giving them upward gravity.

Egon grabbed the big bow and shot a harpoon-like arrow at the cliff. The big arrow was tied with a rope. The two of them climbed up like fishermen, holding the silk rope.

The two of them kept moving forward.

Finally, they were about to reach the top of the mountain.

But before the top of the mountain, they saw an ancient dragon.

"Be careful." Egon said, "That's Senesanx, it surrendered to Beile."

"No, why is there a dragon?" Wuming was annoyed, "There are so many dragons along the way, endless."

"After this, it's the top of the mountain where Beile lives." Egon said, "Victory is in sight."

Wuming looked at the top of the mountain with fear. He was really a little tired after climbing all the way.

Wuming looked at the ancient dragon in the distance, his eyes turned, and he said to Egon:

"You go by yourself for the last section. After eating the dragon heart, your legs should be better. Even if they are not better, you have enough hands to climb the mountain."

"Dragon Warrior, aren't you going?" Egon frowned.

"Look, I brought you all the way here, which is also a merit. You challenged the mad dragon, and I have contributed a lot." Wuming said, "I don't breach the contract."

Wuming stretched out his index finger:

"I will deal with this ancient dragon, and you go to fight the mad dragon. You see, I helped you share a lot."

"Are you sure you want to stop here?" Egon said.

"Forgive me, I will eat you halfway if I climb down again." Wuming covered his stomach and frowned.

Egon looked at Wuming with regret, left a few harpoons for Wuming, and the two went their separate ways.

Wuming attracted the attention of the ancient dragon, allowing Egon to take the opportunity to slip away and go up the mountain alone.

Wuming was tangling with the ancient dragon Senesanx.

The ancient dragon was indeed different from the flying dragon. Its rock-like body was as hard as iron. Its tall body could make Wuming's attack out of reach.

Wuming saw the moment when the ancient dragon pounced on him, flew under it, dodged the attack and stabbed the dragon's claws.

The ancient dragon cried out in pain and slapped its claws on the ground.

Red lightning slapped out from its claws and surged in all directions.

Wuming hid behind the dragon's claws and used the ancient dragon's own body to avoid the red lightning.

But before he could make any move, the red lightning spread again and hit Wuming who was hiding behind the dragon's claws.

Wuming wanted to dodge again, but it was too late. He stepped on a lump of electrified molten mud under his feet. He didn't know what it was.

The lightning ran along Wuming's armor and instantly passed through Wuming's body, electrifying him to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

"What kind of move is this?" Wuming was shocked.

"Hmph, you haven't seen it before." The ancient dragon spoke, and it sounded like a female dragon.

Along with the words, there was a mouthful of dragon flame. Fortunately, Wuming was more resistant to burning, so it was not a big deal.

Wuming took the opportunity to distance himself and continued to fight with the ancient dragon, but he couldn't get the upper hand anyway.

The red dragon thunder of Senesanx crawled along the ground like a fire snake of Messermo, with an unpredictable trajectory, always able to numb Wuming's hands and feet.

"Human, you have no chance." The ancient dragon said, "I am guarding Beile, don't think about disturbing him."

Wuming was shaking his hands, and was a little confused by the beating.

This ancient dragon is very good at using his body and moves, and it is flawless, rarely giving him a chance to attack.

"Isn't it a bit too strong?" Wuming said, "Lance Sanx didn't think it was that strong."

The ancient dragon looked at Wuming proudly:

"Don't compare me with other ancient dragons. I am the guard of Beile, the teeth of Beile. I am different from those dragons who only know how to guard the king but don't know how to attack the king's enemies."

The ancient dragon opened its mouth and bit Wuming with its sharp teeth.

The battle between one man and one dragon shook the earth and the sky.

A roar came from higher on the top of the mountain. And the sound of the earth-shaking collision.

Senie Sanx looked up and looked at the top of the mountain, a little confused: "What's wrong with Beile, why is he roaring..."

Wuming listened to the sound of the battle on the top of the mountain, but felt that it was not as loud as the noise made by himself and the ancient dragon in front of him.

"Why does it feel less intense than here." Wuming muttered, he looked at the ancient dragon, "Who is the best fighter on Spike Mountain?"

"Of course me, is it Beile?" said Senie Sanx.

Wuming's eyes widened:

"What, you are the best?"

"Shouldn't the bodyguard be the best?" said Senye Sanx, "Otherwise, what do we need bodyguards for?"

Wuming was speechless and choked up, unable to refute.

"You are wasting your talent, sister." Wuming said, "You are so powerful, why do you want to be a guard for Beile?"

"Why not be a bodyguard for that old man?" Senye Sanx snorted coldly, "Beile has ambition and desire. He is the king who can bring hope to the dragon clan, and he is a real dragon."

Senye shook his long neck and said:

"I don't want to follow him and accompany him."

Wuming was speechless and murmured:

"Are all you ancient dragons like this..."

Sensing Senye Sanx's strange feelings, Wuming had an idea: "Hey, I have a companion who has gone around to fight Beile, you know."

"What?" Senye Sanx heard this and turned around and was ready to fly up.

Wuming saw the opportunity, threw the harpoon, inserted it into Senye Sanx's body, grabbed the line on the harpoon, and flew to the top of the mountain with Senye Sanx.

At the top of the Spiked Mountain, the thunderclouds became denser, the orange-red thunder fell, and the weather was as crazy as Beile.

Wuming flew to the middle of the sky and finally saw the true form of the Crazy Dragon Beile.

It was a sturdy flying dragon, several times thicker than other flying dragons, with knotted muscles. The skin was rough and full of majestic horns, as ferocious as Monger.

On Beile's back, there were two broken ancient dragon heads, biting Beile tightly.

The membrane wings on Beile's wings were almost completely rotten, and the strong muscles and exposed bones on the wings could be seen. The blood-red muscles at the wound seemed to be melted. Its left leg had broken and disappeared, and the huge tail was bent on the left side to maintain balance.

With just a glance, Wuming had already felt Beile's name of Crazy Dragon.

There was no elegance and nobility of a dragon, only arrogant nature, and vitality fully displayed.

Opposite Beile, the roar of the tiny Egon was no less than Beile's dragon roar.

Egon unfurled his bow, and curses poured out of his chest and lungs:

"Beile! This time I will definitely make you understand! I, Egon, am the embodiment of your fear!"

Egon's roar almost overwhelmed the thunder in the sky, and even the mad dragon Beile raised his head slightly.

Beile looked up at the sky, his blood-red eyes revealed dissatisfaction, and his roar pierced the sky: "What are you doing here?"

Senie Sanx hovered in the sky:

"I missed that person, I'm sorry."

"Go to the side, since he came to challenge me, I will deal with him." Beile's mouth was full of flames and thunder, and his thick tail flicked, and at the same time with his right leg, he instantly pounced on Egon and opened his bloody mouth.

Egon seemed to be quite familiar with Beile, dodged Beile's bite, and also roared.

The power of the dragon feast surged from Egon, and an illusory dragon head appeared from Egon, roaring. The sharp horns on Beile's body peeled off during the roar, bringing out blood.

After failing in the first attack, Beile became even more excited and roared back, and the sound wave directly knocked Egon away.

Before Egon could fly far, Beile had already turned around, and his thick dragon tail was like a wall, knocking Egon away.

Egon hit the rock plate in the distance, raising gravel.

A harpoon shot out from the dust and pierced into Beile's eyes, causing Beile to roar angrily.

"The hateful dragon is really difficult to deal with!" Egon coughed up blood and laughed. He stood in the smoke and continued to shoot arrows.

Beile flew towards Egon, waved his broken wings, used the exposed sharp bones as weapons, and slammed into the broken dragon warrior fiercely.

Egon, who had just suffered a blow, was a little unstable and could not dodge in time. The big bow in his hand was hooked by Egon's bone spurs. The bowstring broke on the spot.

Having lost his weapon, Egon had no time to measure. While Beile was close to him, he launched the power of Dragon Feast again, and slapped the dragon claws directly at the harpoon inserted into his eyes.

The harpoon full of gravel and barbs stirred in Beile's eyes, causing him severe pain.

Beile shook his head frantically, threw out the harpoon, and bit Egon with blood in his eyes.

This time he bit, and the fangs in his mouth were embedded in Egon's body. His head slammed into the ground and the surrounding rock walls, smashing and tearing Egon's body.

Egon's eyes were also red, his hands turned into dragon claws, and the virtual image of the dragon head also appeared, biting Beile frantically.

The fierce and huge dragon and the tiny human bit each other, furious, and the fighting spirit was boiling.

Senye Sanx was more and more frightened, and wanted to help. But her body could not move.

Wuming tied the harpoon line that was inserted into her body to a huge rock.

"You!" Senye Sanx was furious.

"Didn't Beile ask you to watch?" Wuming said, "You should watch this battle carefully."

Wuming also sat aside:

"This is a battle between warriors."

Wuming held his chin: "Perhaps it is because of this kind of will that he can never die."

Finally, Beile was the first to let go. Egon's crazy attack actually made it retreat half a step.

Immediately afterwards, Beile became even crazier, as if he was angry about his just rejection, so angry that he even trembled all over.

As if to echo its fury, the earth cracked and shattered, flames and thunder surged from the ground, and the entire Spiked Mountain was shaking, as if suppressing the eruption of a volcano.

While shaking, Beile let out an unprecedented roar.

A pair of illusory wings grew from its back, and it seemed to have regained a piece of its former glory and flew high.

The flames and thunder turned into shells and shot at Egon in the sky.

Egon was bitten, his lower body was paralyzed and broken again, he lay on the ground, facing the flames, his eyes were still wide open, and he roared.

His roars dispersed the flames.

But the dragon's roar has its limit after all. The last flame thunder shell broke through the dragon's roar and knocked Egon's body away.

Baylor also finished taking off, swooped down from a high altitude, raised his huge right foot full of hard corners, and stomped towards Egon.

During the huge earthquake, Egon was not trampled into mud, but was thrown high into the air, with a crystalline fishing line attached to his clothes.

Wuming sat aside and drew Egon over. Just from the shock wave that shook the ground, Egon was already unconscious.

"Despicable!" Seneishanks roared, "You said that the two of you were watching together, but you took action without permission!"

"It's Baylor who asked you to take him with you, not me." Wuming said, "I'm not unable to make a move."

Wuming smiled and said: "Don't worry, I really won't take action. If we lose, we won't bother you."

Wuming picked up Egon and walked outside.

The ground shook, and Baylor fell behind Wuming. His strong head stretched in front of Wuming, and the muscles on his neck beat on top of Wuming's head, and the muscle fibers were clearly visible.

Wuming raised his head and greeted Baylor:

"If we lose, can you let us go?"

Wuming responded with a deafening roar.

Ambergris saliva and flame thunder fell on Wuming, igniting the blue cloth on his armor.

"You won't let us go?" Wuming looked up at Belle, "Are you afraid?"

When Belle heard this, she retracted her neck and stared coldly at Wuming with her blood-red eyes.

Wuming picked up Egon:

"He is constantly getting stronger and adapting to your moves. You are afraid that he will really devour you, right?"

Belle was angrily preparing to spit out dragon fire.

Wuming quickly pointed at him:

"You hit us because you were afraid."

Belle's neck swelled up, and she suppressed a mouthful of dragon flames. She just looked at Wuming and became even more angry.

Wuming smiled confidently and raised Egon:

"You have also seen his will and desire. As long as he wakes up, he will definitely challenge you again. When he comes back next time, it will be the time of your death. Why, you don't dare to let us go?"

Belle stared at Wuming coldly and said:

"Go away. If I see you again, I will eat you. You little things won't die, won't you? Then you will turn into a pile of flaming shit."

Wuming thought of the electrified mud on Seneishanks' side, suddenly realized it, and said to Seneishanks:

"So it was you who pulled it out?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Seneshanks said, "Get out of here! If Baelor is willing to let you go, just get out of here gratefully!"

"Can you send us off?" Wuming said, "It would be troublesome and dangerous to climb down."

Just as Seine Sanks was about to curse, Baelor spoke and said to Seine Sanks:

"It's time for you to leave too."

Senesanks wanted to say something, but when he looked at Baelor, he remained silent and left with Nameless Egon.

After getting off the top of the mountain, Wuming smiled:

"Your Baylor is very qualified to be a king."

"Oh?" Sene Sanks was very happy when he heard this, "You have discernment, and you agree that Belle should be the Dragon King, right?"

Senesanks was in a good mood, grabbed Wuming with one paw, and really sent him down the mountain.

Senesanks flapped her wings:

"Don't come again, I will kill you."

"I won't come. I have fulfilled my promise - I challenged Baylor." Wuming said, "But he will not give up."

"Then I will kill him." Sene Sanks said coldly.

"You know, this is impossible." Wuming said, "This is the will and desire of mankind. No matter how hard you guard, he will eventually succeed and take away Belle's life."

Wuming said: "With Gu Long's wisdom, he should understand this, right?"

Senesanks was silent for a moment and said:

"Even so, I will be by his side until the end."

Saying that, Sene flapped her wings and returned to Spike Mountain.

Wuming looked at the ancient dragon going away with a smile:

"You actually let us go. You really have the temperament of a king - no brains."

Egon woke up in the fierce wind and looked around.

"Where is Baelor?" said Egon. "Did I kill him?"

"It's early." Wuming put him down, "No one even exerted any strength, and you fell down."

"I failed again..." Egon looked at his hands, "Put me down."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to keep challenging it," Egon said.

"You have no weapons, save it." Wuming said, "It's too early for you to challenge now."

"I performed better this time than before." Egon said, "I felt it, felt his fear! Although it was only for a moment, I could feel that when he faced me, his madness dissipated. Yes, I can see fear in his eyes!"

"I don't doubt this." Wuming said, "It is willing to let us go because of this - it also wants to defeat its own fear like you."

"Really?" Egon's eyes lit up.

Egon jumped up and became even more powerful:

"Then it's time to challenge him now and take advantage of his illness to kill him."

"Without a bow and arrow, we can only fight in close combat. How can you fight when someone flies?" Wuming asked, "The dragon is in the sky, and humans have no chance of winning."

Egon said: "Then I will make a bow first and then go."

Wuming pulled Egon back:

"Forget it, I'll give you a bow."

"Do you have a bow?" Egon looked at Wuming's body and couldn't see a place to hide his bow and arrows.

"Turn around." Wuming said.

Egon turned around obediently, and not long after, Wuming said:

"Turn around."

Egon turned around and leaned back slightly, feeling like when he faced Belle for the first time.

Wuming held a huge bow in his hand.

Egon's bow was already a big bow, and the one in Wuming's hand was twice as big as his.

The bow is rough, as if it is made of old trees.

Egon fell in love with it the first time he saw it.

This bow reminded him of himself and Baelor.

He took the big bow and attached the harpoon, which was the perfect size. When I just wanted to nock an arrow and try shooting, I suppressed my blush, but I couldn't draw the big bow enough.

Wuming said: "If you can use this bow well, there will be no problem in fighting Baile. Let's practice strength first."

"This is a good bow." Egon stroked the big bow. The bow and string looked rough, but the materials were excellent. It was definitely a treasure.

He has been scavenging all his life and has never used such a good weapon. The big bows he once made were made by tying straw ropes to the keel.

Egon said, "Give it to me, please?"

"This is an ownerless bow." Wuming said, "Its owner once used it to hunt dragons, until there were no more dragons to hunt, and it was no longer useful. You can take it and use it."

"He is a great dragon hunter." Egon was in awe when he heard the origin of this big bow.

"But no one sings his praises." Wuming said, "I wish you success. Just wait until you really succeed. Don't be sad or miss him."

"Sadness and nostalgia?" Egon didn't understand.

"The excitement of victory only lasts for a moment. If you no longer have a good opponent, you will probably feel melancholy." Wuming looked up at the top of the mountain, "After all, the excitement of hunting dragons is proof that you are alive, isn't it?"

He smiled and said to Egon:

"But sadness is the right of the winner. Before that, you should fight passionately. I won't interrupt."

"Dragon warrior, will you fight no more?" said Egon.

"I don't have that much sentiment or obsession with hunting dragons." Wuming said, "It's up to you to be the dragon. You are a dragon, more dragon than me. I have my mission and persistence, and everyone can just walk on their own paths. "

Egon grabbed the big bow in his hand:

"Then I wish you good luck, Dragon Warrior, and continue to live. You will hear the news of my victory."

Wuming smiled and waved goodbye:

"Help me tell the Gulong people that I have challenged Baylor and fulfilled my promise."

"Did that really count as a challenge?" Egon was a little confused. "You didn't hit me right away."

"Fannai." Wuming said, "I have to work harder than you. You have no idea how strong that bodyguard is."

As he spoke, Wuming twisted his waist, and the bright sunlight in his hand condensed into substance, turned into thunder, and threw it into the sky.

The dazzling thunder spear tore through the sky, crossed the Seven Layers Mountain, penetrated the thunder clouds, and sank into the top of the mountain.

A moment later, an angry roar came faintly from the top of the mountain, and there was loud thunder.

"Okay, now the challenge is over." Wuming turned around and said, "Let's go."

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Dragon Cave was not far from the Ling Tomb Plain, and Wuming didn't walk long before he found his factory.

To be precise, it is just the prototype of the factory. It is temporarily surrounded by a fence as a testing ground.

And Feiya is inside, trying to create a deadborn.

Wuming lifted the fence and looked inside. There were several piles of broken bones on the ground, but not a single dead person was seen.

"Why is Feiya so lazy?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

Wuming walked around the fence and walked to a temporary tent. He opened the curtain and went in, ready to supervise Roger and Fiya.

"It's been so many days, why haven't we created a dead person yet?" Wuming yelled, "Don't slack off, don't be lazy, lazy people are lazy, lazy people are poor -"

Wuming shut his mouth.

In the camp, two groups of people were confronting each other.

Behind Roger stood the factory employees, and opposite Roger, the familiar Deathborn hunter was holding Fiya's neck tightly, with a sword across her neck.

"It's you again." Wuming pointed at D and immediately understood what was going on.

D saw Wuming approaching, slightly moved the angle, and observed Roger and Wuming at the same time.

"Calm down, D." Roger said, "Hear me."

"Listen to what you said?" D sneered, "Is there a word of truth in your mouth? I really believed you. I thought you jumped off a cliff and died, and I even erected a monument for you in the plain of the spiritual tomb. But you are still following me This woman is fooling around and even takes the initiative to create dead people.”

"Listen to me, D." Roger said, "My research shows that the deadborn are harmless. It is the people who guide the deadborn, not the deadborn themselves, who are dangerous."

"Carlians, you know nothing." D said, "The very existence of the Deadborn is a blasphemy against the Golden Law. As long as they remain in the world, they will taint the guidance and cast a shadow on the legitimacy of the guidance. Death. The birthers must be eliminated, no one left, but you actually took the initiative to create it. This is an act of treason against the Golden Tree."

"The existences you say are tainted and guided are just weaklings." Feiya said, "Being born through death has never been a heresy, it's just that the Golden Tree thinks it is a heresy."

"You have no place to speak here." D tightened the sword in his hand, "It is a capital crime for you to create a dead person without permission."

A blood line was drawn on Feiya's neck.

"A rude Golden Law fundamentalist." Feiya was very awe-inspiring and unfazed, "They only bully the weak."

"Lord Radagan is not wrong." D said, "The dead should be eradicated. This is the truth. Your appearance is a mistake in principle. If you study the Golden Law, you will understand this. "

"But we just showed up." Feiya said, "Obviously we are only using violence to maintain our authority, but we are claiming the truth."

Feiya sneered: "It's just a law to explain its own rationality."

Upon hearing this, D suddenly became angry:

"Weak people just like to find excuses for their own stupidity! They talk nonsense about not knowing the Golden Law! The return of the Golden Tree is blocked. Do you know how big a problem this is?!"

In D's rage, the sword in his hand became more and more trembling, and he might cut Feiya's vitals at any time.

But in his rage, D could no longer hold the knife steadily. Wuming saw the opportunity and released his gravity magic, instantly pulling D's knife away. Then he rushed in front of D, knocked him over with a punch, and snatched Feiya back.

Seeing that Feiya was fine, Wuming finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then angrily scolded D:

"Do you know that you almost killed the important people in my caravan?"

D stood up and also scolded Wuming angrily:

"Did you know you were shielding the witch?"

"There is no such thing as a witch. I only see purity and kindness." Wuming said, "Purity and kindness worth at least hundreds of millions of runes."

Feiya stood up for Wuming's protection and stared at D:

"You said we are stupid weaklings. Yes, we are weaklings, and possibly stupid. So should weaklings die? We just want to live, what's wrong with us?"

"You were born as a mistake." D said, "You are weak because you are a mistake. Why can the Golden Law defeat all powerful enemies? Because the Golden Law is the most correct and the truth."

D sword points at Feiya:

"As subjects of the Golden Tree, we should use our own strength to defend this right."

Feiya laughed angrily: "Because we are weak, it is wrong? Because you can kill us, so we should be killed? Is this what fundamentalists call wisdom? Is this the result of your thinking?"

"Yes, this is Lord Radagon's teaching." D said, "Even if I die, there will be others, and Gulange, watch, the Golden Law will definitely win, then you You will understand that you are weak because you are weak and should be eliminated.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground under D's feet shook and cracked, and a pool of huge black snakes struck D like a whip, whipping him away so far that he could hardly be seen.

Roger looked at D who turned into a star with a complicated expression, and said to Wuming:

"Actually, there is no need to be so harsh. He is also a poor person. He can just be locked up."

"Huh?" Wuming was stunned, "It wasn't me who took action."

Roger was also stunned: "Not you?"

As the two looked at each other, the ground shook.

Everyone seemed to be standing on the waves of mud, falling to pieces and unable to get up.

"What's wrong?" Wuming kept his balance, "Is there an earthquake?"

"Look there!" An employee pointed in a direction to the south, unable to conceal the horror in his tone.

Everyone looked to the south. The earth was bulging, earth and rocks were flying around, and a huge thing was rising from the ground.

It was a ball of black mud, like a black snake or a huge loach, as big as a mountain.

At the top of the black snake, there are flickering light spots of varying sizes, like a pair of eyes.

The black snake opened its huge mouth and roared silently at the sky.

"What is this?" Wuming was surprised.

"I don't know." Roger was also quite surprised, "I've never seen anything like this before."

"Death." Feiya stared at the thing, seeming to feel an understanding, "That is...death."

"Death?" Wuming was even more confused, "Is death... so concrete... so abstract?"

In the sky, there was a high-pitched dragon roar.

Lance Sanks landed from the sky carrying Patchitanis and her party.

Whether it was Lance Sanks, Tanistraya, or even Patch, who was always joking, they were all a little embarrassed.

Wuming looked at them in surprise:

"Hey, it turns out that Patch really has something to do with you..."

Patch looked at Wuming and said quickly:

"Run quickly."

"What's wrong?" Wuming said.

"You'll know when you go up and see for yourself." Patch didn't explain much, called to other employees, and rushed north at the risk of his life.

Wuming asked Lance Sanks to take him to the sky.

The Spirit Tomb Plain is not far from the southern coast. As he ascended into the sky, Wuming saw a shocking sight.

The southernmost part of the southern coast is extremely dark. There seemed to be a black hole.

The black abyss was overflowing with silt.

The black mud spread from the entrance of the cave, like splashing muddy water, with several pools of black mud extending like spider threads to very far away places, such as the Spirit Tomb Plain.

The black mud gradually overflowed from the black hole abyss, gradually spread, and was gradually infecting the southern coast. The sea of ​​blue and red flowers on the coast was gradually covered with black.

Because the altitude of the Ling Tomb Plain is much higher, it seems that it will not be able to spread here for a while. Only occasionally some black mud with broken roots will come over. The appearance looks very similar to the nameless black snake.

Wuming looked at the big black hole like the abyss of the world and was stunned:

"Huh? Can digging a grave really cause the abyss to explode?"