Luo Qing touched his neck, and his divine power cleared away the cold sweat on his body. He looked at the order with some confusion. Something was wrong with this palace, something was definitely wrong!
How can this be the same property? There is definitely a bug!
[Luo Qing, Saint of Order, applied for inspection of the Hall of Order. The application was approved and is under inspection]
[The test is completed, there is no abnormality in the Hall of Order, please keep up the good work. 】
Luo Qing:.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If the speed was the same as 100, how could he not even have time to react?
[Saint of Order Luo Qing applies for the information of this defender, the application is in progress]
[Due to the ultra-high order authority of Order Saint Luo Qing, the application was approved and the defender’s information is now distributed. 】
[The defender: Ji Feng.
Race: human.
Strength: King.
Order: Good order, extremely good saints.
Resume: Joined the Order at the age of twenty-five, became a legend at the age of twenty-eight, was promoted to king at the age of thirty-two, and completed a total of 312 missions while taking photos.
Own rules: war, sword.
Life: When he was seven years old, he got his first wooden sword and showed amazing talent in swordsmanship. When he was fifteen years old, he became the strongest in the tribe and began to challenge the strongest people in the world. When he was twenty years old, he became a martial arts master. After five years without defeat, he felt the legendary path. At the age of twenty-five, he was persuaded by Guli, the Saint of Order, to join the Order.
Evaluation: A genius with swords, he spent his whole life pursuing the ultimate sword, and even died under his own sword in the end.
Message: As long as the knife is fast enough, there will be no pain when you die - Ji Feng. 】
Luo Qing:.
Looking at the message column, Luo Qing was a little suspicious. The guy who left the projection could set up his own tricks. This guy was very bad. He just opened the door and killed him.
After thinking for a while, Luo Qing decided to try again. Although it would consume some mental energy every time he went in, he could go in thousands of times a day at this level of consumption.
Touching the Hall of Order, Luo Qing opened his eyes and fell into deep thought.
He got off the bed and sat silently at the table where Xiaoyu studied, somewhat doubtful about life.
Is the sharp knife also a way? To sum up his path, isn't it war and swords?
Thinking about it, Luo Qing touched the Palace of Order again. This time he successfully released his domain and was just about to use his divine power for protection.
Zheng~
Luo Qing opened his eyes, stood up expressionlessly, and silently walked out of the magic room.
After squatting at the door for a while, Luo Qing was still dissatisfied. He walked in again and lay down on the bed. His strength and speed were the same. There were more than three hundred gods in his domain, so he didn't believe it.
He decisively touched the Palace of Order with his spirit.
Two hours later.
Luo Qing watched expressionlessly as the magic materials gradually melted into liquid and began to make potions.
Whoever wants to play in that ruined palace, Luo Qing doesn’t want to play anymore anyway!
Time passed slowly, and the peace had lasted for a long time. The whole world was peaceful, and even the evil spirits no longer appeared. It seemed that this world was the most beautiful peaceful world.
In the past half month, Luo Qing has deeply understood one thing. Before the king, he went to the Hall of Order purely to seek abuse.
Because he wanted to understand why he was defeated instantly. All attributes were the same. In the palace where they only competed on the road, his understanding of the road was crushed!
As long as he cannot fully activate his combat power anytime, anywhere, he will be beheaded no matter how many times he goes.
Even if the fighting power is fully activated, the second or third sword will still make his head fall to the ground.
Originally, he thought that the saint of order wanted to torture the younger generation and use the strongest sword to guard the door.
It turned out that he was a benevolent saint. The first blow was indeed extremely powerful, but each subsequent blow was faster and stronger than the previous one.
Who can withstand this?
And by the end of September, almost October, the peace of the world was finally broken.
On this day, Luo Qing was carving alchemical inscriptions on the Holy Lord's Dragon Teeth, and he immediately felt his heart throbbing.
Roar~
This throbbing caused the alchemy inscription in his hand to fluctuate. In an instant, a dragon roar suddenly erupted. The terrifying power flashed away, making Luo Qing groan, and a bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you okay? What's going on?"
Xiaoyu asked anxiously.
"It's okay." Luo Qing stretched out his hand, and a bottle of potion appeared. He quickly drank it, and the energy of life enveloped him. Together with the horse charm, he instantly healed all his injuries.
Luo Qing put away the dragon's teeth and looked to the outside world solemnly: "The world of the dead is coming. Are you going to follow me or stay here?"
"Of course I went with you. I will follow you wherever you go." Xiaoyu hugged his arm directly, for fear of being abandoned.
Luo Qing nodded and did not refuse. The space around him flashed and disappeared in an instant.
——
Atlantic Ocean, Island of the Dead.
"It's coming, I feel the world of the dead, it's coming, it's finally here!"
Al suddenly stood up. What he had been pursuing for tens of thousands of years had finally arrived. His emotions reached the peak, and his hood even fell down, revealing one of the white human skulls.
The scarlet flames in the skull were burning brightly, all showing his excitement.
Tara and the three shadow and undead generals were also a little excited. Although they made two or five sons, the ending was unexpectedly good and there were not many restrictions.
Of course, this has something to do with the time point when Adela was sealed.
The world of the dead half a million years ago was still very peaceful. At that time, the King of the Dead was in charge of the overall situation. Except for the foreign lichs and evil spirits at Legend level and above, the relationship between the local undead creatures was very good.
Adela has been following the King of the Undead for a long time, and those outsiders are very friendly to her, even trying to please her. In her eyes, all the undead creatures are friends and tribesmen, so naturally they will not give any advice to the tower. Pulling too many limits.
And this is what Tara wants to see the most. Without restrictions, even if he changes to a different race or a different track, he can still continue to move forward, towards the king and even the root.
Even because there is not so much level suppression in the undead world, he feels that his path to promotion will be smoother.
Adela felt nothing, feeling the surging black mist. Her scarlet eyes kept wandering around, and she seemed absent-minded.
"Is the princess unhappy?" Beina suppressed her joy and asked with concern.
Her body at this time had transformed into that of a human girl. She asked Al for this body. Behind her was Adela. Of course Al was happy to give her some small gifts.
After all, in his undead natural disaster, there was nothing but a lot of corpses.
"Why hasn't the king come yet? He really doesn't want me anymore, right?" Adela was a little worried. In order to speed up the progress, she personally went out to activate the fog of death for a month. If this couldn't attract Luo If Qing, then she would have to find someone in person.
Want to abandon her? That is impossible! After all, she is thick-skinned and doesn't care about sarcastic remarks.
"Don't worry if you don't know. The king will definitely see the princess working so hard."
(End of chapter)
