The emergence of online games begins with burying oneself

After crossing the terrifying sea of ​​fire, Jiang Yuan arrived at the foot of the mountain. Facing the desolate stone wall and a circle of purple light dotted with stars, he felt a cold aura wandering underground, watching for his life like a snake and scorpion.

The power of the netherworld! It was pulled to such an extent, there are indeed traces of the death of the gods here!

He became more confident in his heart, but his face became more solemn, and his eyes faintly glowed, revealing two different brilliance in the purple.

Under the gaze of these eyes, the surrounding dead scene did not become lively due to the ferocity of the flames. Instead, on the dark side that ordinary people could not see, purple netherworld and gray-black death aura emerged from the ashes of the monster at the same time.

Purple like ink stained the ground, painted with curves, they were all stimulated by Jiang Yuan's vitality when sneaking past him. They were attracted by instinct, but also disgusted and repulsed. In such a contradictory posture, they finally slowly approached him.

At this point, Jiang Yuan did not dare to act recklessly. After looking at the system's tasks again, he determined that he had to enter it and go through it.

He lightly stamped the soles of his feet, and the death energy in his body was aroused, instantly scaring away the probing Netherworld, daring not to come within ten meters of him.

Compared with these netherworld powers that automatically return to the nearest source, and even actively gather and flow to the Wangmi River, the death energy seems lazy and Buddhist. Although it is already the symbol of death, it really emerges from the corpse. After arriving, it just slowly floated into the air.

The top did not reach directly to the ceiling, and there was no place to connect below. They were just crowded in mid-air. Jiang Yuan would not pay attention to him if he did not take the initiative to greet him.

However, the death energy in his body was now full, and his mana was rapidly recovering. He did not summon those idle deaths, but carefully looked at the mountains above his head several times before finally confirming the situation.

Originally he thought this was a cemetery, but it turned out to be more likely a battlefield. A terrifying divine war took place here. After an ancient spirit tore apart several true gods, his left arm was chopped off, and the stump fell here. It traveled across tens of thousands of years of time and space. It is unknown how many disputes and conflicts it caused during this period. In the end, it Still standing here, it has almost completed a transformation and is about to become a real mountain.

Most of them have completely returned to their origin. If calculated according to the strength of the wild spirit, this thing has survived for at least 80,000 years.

Jiang Yuan guessed the "age" of the snowy mountain. He reached out to touch the stone wall emitting purple light in front of him, but it felt like running through soft mud, only feeling cold and insubstantial.

His expression remained unchanged, he rubbed his fingertips together, and finally stepped in front of the stone wall with a determined look and dived in.

If we go by past experience, the broken body of a wild spirit has not completely integrated into nature after such a long time, and it still maintains a certain degree of vitality. This proves that the body behind it is still alive, and only by taking care of each other can the arms maintain basic circulation. Eventually it was eroded by the netherworld and gradually died.

However, the remains of the body itself can indeed attract some Netherworld Crossings, but such a profound "number" is probably caused by the dead true gods - the gods killed by Huang Ling himself.

Therefore, the key point is here - are those gods dead? Is it really dead?

If he dies, he will leave a legacy of trouble;

If he hadn't died - it would have been even more troublesome.

I didn't expect that there would be such a terrifying secret in this level of heaven and earth. Then when the second level, and even the third level in the future, will come together, will the residual gods be flying everywhere?

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but speculate about the future, thinking it was possible. After all, almost all the adventure maps in the game are pieced together from broken worlds in the universe, and the reason for the breakage may naturally be the battle or death of gods.

In the blink of an eye, he walked safely into a palace-like place, which was equivalent to stepping into the hinterland of the netherworld, with purple meaning everywhere in his eyes.

The death energy floating on his body ensured that he was not infected by the netherworld, which was extremely obvious and profound in the swirling purple energy.

He is the only life here.

woo woo woo woo……

The wind screamed strangely, sharply and harshly. Jiang Yuan glanced at it and did not see the target, so he followed the only trace of elements left here and walked into the main hall.

Unlike the exterior, which was barely built and could still be seen as a fortress, the layout and decoration inside the palace seemed to have been more directly eroded by the strong wind. At this moment, it was no longer clear what was originally built on the surrounding walls. There was only a row of several feet wide. The rough stone pillars stand strictly, dividing the hall into three passages.

The buildings among them are all so tall that even an adult cannot touch the edge of a step. The huge shape makes the roof seem like a sky, and the edges are connected with the surrounding stone walls. When looking upward, you can most truly appreciate the human nature. Small.

Although the appearance was already unsightly and almost in ruins, Jiang Yuan, who had a profound memory, still felt a trace of charm from it.

Familiar, simply too familiar. Isn’t this what the Kingdom of God feels like?

"After being separated for thousands of years, we should never forget our origins.

Thinking of the past, the power of the gods is like a pillar; it is worthy of being the remnant body of the desolate spirit, and it is united in the heart. "

He gently touched the black and red stone pillar and sighed.

However, his emotions directly angered the most central will, and the remaining power of Huang Ling suddenly surged forward.

The darkness expanded, the ice fell, and the storm that Jiang Yuan was familiar with recently also shuttled in and out. The three elements had no different origins, but they merged with each other at this moment, bringing down the vast cold night in the palace.

For a superior god, even if it is just pity for a mortal, it is disrespectful and humiliating to him!

"You have such a bad temper. Do you really think that you are still the true god above the nine heavens?!"

Jiang Yuan did not hesitate to be harsh and harsh, and repeatedly provoked in his words, deliberately stimulating all his will.

Sure enough, guided by this unbridled anger, the last relic of God in the severed arm could no longer be hidden, and the entire palace fell into trembling, all due to the impact of the roar coming from the unknown depths.

Ooohhohoho!

The night above his head was also trembling at this moment, and the elements were boiling. Jiang Yuan glanced at it, then turned and looked behind him.

[Unknown elemental energy aggregate]

Level: dark gold level

Attributes:? ? ?

Skill:? ? ?

A ball of elemental bodies, like some white paint mixed into the mud, suddenly appeared behind him and blocked the exit door.

The vibrations in the palace became stronger and stronger, and the roar from the depths seemed to be close to the ears. Most people would definitely be affected by this. After the erosion of the netherworld, there was a disadvantage that lowered rationality and affected judgment.

His self-will has transcended the level of a god. This kind of roar was ignored by Jiang Yuan. It was not even much more annoying than the laughter of the neighbor's children during nap time.

If it is a remnant of other kinds of gods, it may have given birth to an incarnation and formed its own body at this time, and Jiang Yuan will be a little more wary.

But the ancient spirit clan is destined to be the only one in the world. Perhaps they have superior combat power in each stage, but their own characteristics have determined that it is impossible for them to have clones, and it is impossible to find other limb replacements.

No matter how this ancient spirit lost an arm, he will be missing his body in the next life.

Because the battlefield here happens to be included in the game by Dao Dao, it is impossible for outside gods to participate. Moreover, most of this arm has returned to its origin and cannot be restored.

"If you want to use this little guy to stop me, it's really a joke."

Jiang Yuan looked at the mini-boss in front of him. The elemental aura made the monster have no secrets for him.

An elemental spirit, or a mixed element!

"The ancient spirit likes to mess with these things; just a stupid servant can stop some reckless people. How brave you are to stand in front of me!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he appeared in the next moment and rushed towards the elemental body.

The sword light was extremely cold, and it shone for a moment, like thunder in the middle of the night, exploding the sky, making the dim night in the palace suddenly brighter.

brush--

Contrary to usual, this time, the wind stopped.

The sword cuts through the sky and divides the infinity!

"It seems that the hand feeling is still not good. It is a bit rusty. I should have seen more moves before sending it out."

The long sword whistled softly, and the tip touched the stone slab. Jiang Yuan held it tightly and lowered it. He himself stood aside and faced the depths of the hall.

Just to its left, the elemental body that had been at peace seemed to be undergoing a contradictory chemical reaction. Darkness flowed down like blood and merged into the shrouded night. The cold wind dispersed, bringing out the rich ice and snow. Like a bulging ball deflating, the elemental bodies gradually dispersed. The three elements finally decomposed and flowed to the original source of nature.

Elemental life is born in nature and returns silently.