The Mountain River Tortoise fell into deep thought. Its clear eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, revealing a nostalgic expression. It seemed to be recalling the glorious years of the past and was immersed in its memories.
After a long time, it collected its chaotic thoughts and let out a long sigh. It mumbled in a dry voice, "Su Zhe, Su Zhe, I hope you're not stupid. The Mythological Era is an absolute taboo. Don't play with fire and burn yourself."
Ding Ning paid close attention to the Mountain River Tortoise. When he saw it fly into the air to observe the Spiritual Medicine Ring, his heart instantly jumped to his throat. He was nervous for a long time, afraid that the little tortoise would take a fancy to the Spiritual Medicine and ask him for it.
If he gave it to the Spiritual Medicine Ring, he would feel heartache. If he didn't give it to him, it would seem a little stingy. He was in a dilemma.
When he saw the Mountain River Tortoise in a daze for a long time, it actually found a place to sleep, as if it had no interest in the Spiritual Medicine Ring. His heart was finally at ease. He let out a long sigh of relief and thought happily, "This little tortoise is not bad, it's quite meticulous!"
His eyes swept over the unconscious Ghost Hunter, and killing intent flashed in his eyes. He hated that he couldn't kill him immediately. However, considering that if he killed him now, no one knew how to collect the Demon Corpse Plague Source, he could only spare his life for now.
He raised his hand to seal all the meridians of the Ghost Hunter. He was too lazy to heal him, so he reached out his hand to pick him up and run towards Wulun Valley.
At this moment, the broken statue suddenly emitted a violent spatial fluctuation. A horrifying cold aura suddenly appeared, causing him to stop moving. He looked over in horror.
The blood-red statue shone with a bright blood-red luster. A humanoid monster with two horns on its head, a ferocious face, eyes as big as copper bells, and a body covered with greenish-black scales suddenly appeared along with the spatial fluctuation.
A strong sense of danger made Ding Ning's hair stand on end. He threw away the Ghost Hunter without hesitation, pulled out his fangs, and slashed at the monster.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions. The monster gave a pained roar and covered his arm that had a white mark on it. He widened his eyes and stared fiercely at Ding Ning. He roared in an ancient and obscure language, "Lowly ant, how dare you offend the great Marco Richard Gelisaka Ermansch Gulicodia … Lord Messenger of Ganapiad."
On the one hand, he was shocked by the rough skin and thick flesh of this thing, and his fangs did not even break his scale armor. On the other hand, he was surprised by the guy's language, which turned out to be a language that he had never been exposed to. If he did not have the special ability of language specialization, he really could not understand what he was saying. Thirdly, he was surprised by the guy's strange appearance. It should be the Abyss Devil Messenger that the Demon Ghost tried every means to bring to the human world. It was really a devil. Fourthly, this devil's name was really as long and stinky as the legend said, and it was difficult for people to remember.
"Damned ant, who are you? Why did you attack the great Emissary Gilissachar? "
Gilissachar was very depressed. Under the order of Lord Kuricamas, he excitedly followed the coordinates of the Demon Ghost and came to the human world through the stable space channel to be the vanguard for the Abyss Devil Clan to occupy the human world.
However, he didn't expect to meet a pocket-sized white jade turtle in the spatial passageway. He was curious as to why this turtle would appear in the spatial passageway. In the end, he was slapped into the spatial turbulence by that cute little turtle.
Fortunately, Lord Kuricamas was afraid that he would have an accident when he passed through the space channel, so he specially gave him a treasure that could forcibly locate the known coordinates. After paying the price of the treasure being damaged, he did not get lost in the space turbulence and successfully came to the human world.
His treasures were destroyed, and Gilisakar suffered serious injuries in the space turbulence. He was already depressed enough in his heart. He didn't expect to be ambushed as soon as he arrived in the human world. Although his scale armor was thick enough, it really hurt.
Especially that ancient weapon.
It could actually absorb the demonic power in his body, and Ding Ning's body was flowing with a powerful aura that he could not see through, which also made him feel extremely afraid. This was very different from the human world he had imagined.
Originally, he thought that the human world was a powerless little girl who could only obediently wash up and lie on the bed waiting for him to dote on her. He could do whatever he wanted, but he didn't expect that he would encounter a powerhouse with strong skills as soon as he arrived in the human world.
Of course, fear was fear. The great Gilissachar was the number one warrior under Lord Kuricamas. How could he be afraid of a mere native of the human world? What's more,
This place was overflowing with thick abyss miasma. For humans, this abyss miasma was a terrible plague, but for the Devil Clan, it was the best healing medicine.
The corner of Ding Ning's mouth twitched. F * ck, he thought that he was narcissistic enough. He did not expect that this ugly demon was even more shameless than him. He even called him the great Gilissachar. It was really terrible to be uneducated.
However, he also keenly noticed that although this guy's aura was strong and his skin was rough and thick, he had serious injuries on his body, causing his aura to fluctuate unstably.
Although he did not know that this was the masterpiece of the Mountain River Tortoise, as a good young man who loved his motherland, people, and home, he would not be polite to an invader of a foreign race. He would definitely eliminate every invader he saw.
Therefore, he did not have the slightest mood to exchange pleasantries with this narcissistic demon. He directly entered his second personality, exuding a cold and evil aura. He waved his fangs and slashed down like lightning again.
"You're courting death!"
The great Gilissachar was furious. He roared and swung his fist to meet the fangs.
He secretly cursed in his heart. This damn native actually attacked without even saying a word. It's simply too rude.
Most importantly, I'm injured. Can't you give me some time to heal? The great Gilissachar is the envoy of the lord. Isn't the human world's rule that envoys are not to be killed when two countries fight? Why didn't this native play by the rules?
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions. Gilissachar grimaced in pain, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
He couldn't help but groan inwardly. Although his defense was very strong, and the fangs couldn't break through his skin, that terrifying strength deeply shocked him. It was actually more than twice the strength of the previous slash. The most terrible thing was that he had internal injuries. This time, it seemed that they were evenly matched, but in fact, the injuries of his internal organs had already been affected. He was in so much pain that he could only secretly twitch, but his expression didn't change as he forced himself to endure it.
The martial artists of the human world did not seem to be as weak as the sir lord said. Even if this guy's strength was a little weaker than when he was at his peak before he was injured, it was not much inferior. This finally made him take the power of the martial artists of the human world seriously for the first time.
If the human world was full of powerhouses of this level, then he really had to suggest to the sir lord that it was better to stay in the Abyss. If they wanted to invade the human world, they had to unite with other lords.
However, was that possible? The lords had always been incompatible with each other. In order to compete for limited survival resources, they were in a state of war all year round.
First, since the disappearance of the only Demon King, the Abyss had fallen into an era of co-existence. Every lord wanted to be the only boss of the Abyss, and no one was willing to submit to anyone, so they could only go to war. Second, the Abyss was too poor, so poor that the lords could not even afford to support their armies. They could only use war to consume the huge population base to relieve the pressure of survival.
Now, Lord Kuricamas had finally tricked an idiot into using the blood sacrifice to locate a spatial passage to the human world. If it weren't for the fact that Kukamas
The space channel was not stable, and those who were too powerful could not pass through at all, so he could only let him explore the way first.
When the space channel was completely stable, the sir lord would inevitably lead his army to attack and occupy the entire rich human world. From then on, he would no longer have to worry about not being able to support his subordinates.
Under such circumstances, the feudal lord would definitely monopolize this juicy cake. How could he possibly let the other feudal lords have a piece of it?
Ding Ning did not know that this narcissistic guy dared to be distracted during the battle. He could not help but be secretly annoyed. Damn, this guy is looking down on me. Do you really think that I can't break your layer of scale armor?
Well, your skin is so thick that I really can't break it, but it doesn't matter. I never rely on sharpness to kill my enemies. As long as my strength is strong enough, then it's fine.
So, the great Lord Gillithacus soon met with tragedy.
Ding Ning, who had already understood how to lift something light as if it were heavy, suddenly used his fangs as a hammer and performed Heaven Breaking Eight Hammers.
Heaven Breaking Eight Hammers was a kind of forging hammer technique. It was the first time Ding Ning used it in battle, but he received a miraculous effect.
The body of the demon race was indeed strong, but it was only strong in the thick layer of scale armor. The internal organs were still very fragile, unlike Ding Ning's body which had been refined from the inside out and had no weaknesses at all.
Ding Ning was also very clear about this, so his thinking was very simple. Aren't you thick-skinned? Then I'll hit you from across the mountain and directly injure your internal organs. Let's see if you still dare to be arrogant then.
This time, Gillithacus was very unlucky. He had already suffered internal injuries in the spatial turbulence, and now he was injured by the violent impact of the Heaven Breaking Eight Hammers. His face turned red and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
Ding Ning was horrified. The blood of this demon race was actually dark purple and extremely hot. It also carried a thick smell of sulfur. When it sprayed on the ground, it actually corroded a large piece of the ground. It was comparable to hot magma, and its life form was completely different from that of a human.
It was no exaggeration to say that if this demon used blood as a weapon, it could spit out a mouthful of blood on the enemy's face, and it could burn the enemy's face. It was really too terrifying. This demon race wouldn't normally eat sulfur, right?
But taking advantage of the enemy's weakness had always been his principle. Ding Ning could also see that it was fortunate that this Gillithacus had suffered serious internal injuries before, which greatly reduced his strength.
But even so, it was not so easy for Ding Ning to defeat him. After all, he could not see through Gillithacus's true strength at all. He estimated that his cultivation was at least equivalent to that of a human pericelestial.
Although he was now at the Third Heaven of the Saint Martial Realm, his physical strength was still transforming into a divine body, and his combat strength was far beyond that of a warrior of the same level. It was somewhat exaggerated to say that he was the number one in the Saint Martial Realm, but if he used all his trump cards, he could still fight to a draw with an expert at the peak of the Saint Martial Realm. If he was lucky, he could even kill his opponent.
But if he really encountered an expert at the Pericelestial level, they could kill him in a matter of minutes. It was not that he was not strong enough, but as his cultivation level increased, the difference in strength between each small realm became larger. It was basically impossible to defeat an opponent who was a large realm higher than him like when he was at a lower level.
With the strength of the Third Heaven of the Saint Martial Realm, he could already be proud enough to fight to a draw with an expert at the peak of the Saint Martial Realm. Wanting to defeat an expert at the Pericelestial level was simply a pipe dream.
Although the Pericelestial level and the Saint Martial Realm were only separated by one realm, the difference in strength was like heaven and earth, and could not be mentioned in the same breath.
It should be known that that was the difference between a god and a human, and also a completely different level of life. It was like an ant wanting to defeat a person, was it possible?
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