Chapter 1208 1207 Dreaming About Killing Monks

Almost all the Six Path Masters have their own ideas for the construction of the [Apotheosis of the Gods]. Mo Cheng’s idea is to obtain rare trophies through battles and create them. Of course, due to the [Oath of Poverty] on his body, trophies are not suitable for him.

Therefore, Master Shura's idea is the simplest and most direct. After killing the enemy through battle, he can shape the remains of the enemy.

In a sense, this thing can also be called an alternative view of Beijing.

The other Six Paths Masters also have their own unique ideas for the construction of the [Fengshen List], but they are all based on their own characteristics of the Six Paths Masters.

Putting aside the matter of the [Fengshen List] for the time being, Mo Cheng planned to take care of the matters at hand first.

For example, take the losers hidden in this secret realm. Under the premise that each loser is worth three gold skill points, Mo Cheng is absolutely unwilling to let go of the life of any loser.

After all, as his strength grew stronger, Mo Cheng's own skill points became increasingly scarce.

To complete a hero template and raise all the template skills to full level, with the best luck, four random draws can extract the skills required for the entire template. It will take a total of ten to raise all skills to full level. Nine skill points.

But this is only a theoretical number, and the actual number required is much higher than this.

Mo Cheng returned to his room and had just sat down when suddenly a strong wind blew past his head. Without turning his head, Mo Cheng twisted his right hand backwards with such brutal force that it could break any flesh.

However, the touch that followed was not that of a broken arm, the touch of flesh in his hand turned into nothingness, as if what Mo Cheng was holding was just a breeze.

"Hey!"

With a sneer, the breeze gathered in front of Mo Cheng. The dagger in his hand shone coldly, and the sword light was dazzling and captured all five senses, piercing his throat.

The dagger condenses powerful killing power, regardless of success or failure, regardless of the cause, regardless of victory or defeat, there is only life or death.

In one life or one death, everyone will be the enemy within a short distance.

This is the sword of the assassin and the sword of the common man.

But at this moment, Mo Cheng's left hand came first and the index finger and middle finger stood together to form a sword finger and pointed on the ridge of the dagger.

Ding!

Only a melodious sword chant was heard, and the dagger that was destined to kill was bounced away. At the same time, Mo Cheng's right foot was kicked out silently, targeting the opponent's crotch.

The crotch of humanoid creatures has very rich peripheral nerves, and if it is hit, it will inevitably cause strong pain. Of course, for Mo Cheng, this is purely because this distance is just right for using this kind of attack.

A chill rushed up the attacker's spine, making his hair stand on end. No man would be willing to bear such a vicious blow in this part of the body.

The attacker immediately instinctively raised his left leg and met Mo Cheng's vicious kick with his hard knee.

With a "bang" sound, accompanied by a clear sound of bone cracking, the attacker's knees shattered and he retreated. However, as he retreated, a faint light flashed across his body. His disabled leg, which should have been shattered, remained intact. .

The visitor cautiously took a few steps back, keeping a relatively safe distance.

At this time, the face of the visitor was revealed under the light. It was an extremely ordinary face that could be forgotten in a blink of an eye. It had no features that could be remembered. The only impression given was that this was a person, a man.

Apart from that, no more impression can be left in the memory.

But what was different from the visitor's face, which was too ordinary to remember, was the dagger at his waist. The sword's intent seemed to come out of his body and pierce the sky.

The most important thing is that Mo Cheng knows this person.

"Jing Wuming, put away your snake gaze."

His eyebrows were solemn, and his eyes had changed instantly. He was no longer the extremely busy Dragon Emperor who was extremely busy on weekdays.

What appeared at this moment was the murderous monk who committed atrocities and fell into eternal calamity.

"Or are you planning to die here for once?!"

The former opponent in the [foreign land] suddenly appeared without even the intention of communicating. Mo Cheng naturally let the murderous intention run through his body, as if he had never forgotten the feeling.

He didn't know why the other party appeared, and he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but when the other party did appear, Mo Cheng wanted to kill, destroy, and destroy.

"You think it's just me?"

The voice was as cold as ice without any heat. Along with Jing Wuming's words, more figures appeared around him, figures that were definitely no strangers to Mo Cheng.

"Kill the monk, today is your day of death."

Although he said this, many figures did not attack immediately, but cautiously and fearfully distanced themselves.

It seemed that the terror of the people in front of them had already been engraved into their behavior.

Mo Cheng also did not launch an attack. He stopped and looked around suspiciously, focusing his eyes and attention on Jing Wuming. After a while, he slowly exhaled, "Damn, it's just like the real thing. "

The Heavenly Eye between the eyebrows had opened at some point, and through the same power of [Source of Disaster], Mo Cheng could also sense that something was wrong with the surrounding environment at this time.

He fell asleep.

And this dream is still nightmare in nature.

He looked at Jing Wuming, or some kind of creature that blended into his nightmare and pretended to be Jing Wuming.

"You shouldn't pretend to be that guy Jing Wuming, otherwise you can still scare me for a while."

The Sky Eye quickly figured out how this place works. Once the subject of the dream, that is, he himself, falls into a state of fighting, the dream will continue to draw out his power to fight him.

As long as you can't see through this, if you sink in the battle, it will be easy to get lost in the endless dream.

But if he knows that he is in a dream, the outsider who breaks in rashly will suffer a lot.

Mo Cheng quietly opened the passage to the deep dreamland. The passage where past memories and dreams were mixed directly swallowed the outsider and brought it into the most terrifying abyss.

That endless purgatory composed of the memory and past of the mass murderer.

"Whenever that guy Jing Wuming sees me, he will directly rush towards me and slash me. He will never retreat."

If it weren't for the disguised Jing Wuming trying to distance himself, Mo Cheng would have really thought that other [foreign land] players had also traveled through time.

The power of [Nightmare] is quietly activated, taking back control of one's dream, and then the spirit jumps directly out of the dream and returns to reality.

As soon as he returned to reality, Mo Cheng walked out of the room and realized something was wrong.

The entire human camp fell into sleep, and judging from their reactions, they all fell into nightmares.

Moreover, this [dream] is also very weird. Its composition is not directed at a certain person or group of people, but to transform a part of the area into a dream, and then transfer the person's spirit into the dream.

This method is secretive and difficult to detect.

In this case, he immediately realized whose handiwork it was.

The [Loser] codenamed [Sinner].

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