Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 564 Demigod Corpse

'Sure enough, the order on you is very interesting! '

The King of Time and the Lord of Space narrowed his eyes slightly to cover the light of order, and took out a pocket watch from his sleeve and handed it to Miro.

'When the pocket watch makes a sound, it's time.Also, as a reward for tasting the order just now, I left some of your Hanxia's Zhouguang and void perception in the pocket watch, you can study it carefully. '

After finishing speaking, the King of Time and the Lord of Space disappeared into the void.

Mi Luo, who was holding a pocket watch, couldn't help showing a strange expression in his eyes, and he silently felt his own situation.

There is no change in mana, no change in realm, no lack of comprehension, and the operation of many principles of Taoism. Even the previous weakness is just an illusion brought about by the body change, which also shows that Mi Luo has indeed been extracted.

Recalling the words of the King of Time and the Lord of Space, Milo muttered softly: 'Is there order?It seems that the realm above Tianyi, or the level of true god, uses concepts beyond my imagination. '

Thinking secretly, he put away his pocket watch, left this oasis, and walked towards the next temple.

A few days later, Kong Si found Miro again. With the help of Kong Si, Miro spied some secret information about the Kingdom of Sand and recent events. Take a breath.

But soon, Mi Luo found that he was too happy too early.

Although he got rid of God Pude's tracking, he was entangled by God Kongsi again. At the beginning, Kongsi would use various information to gain Miro's favor, but gradually the other party began to carry some precious metals. , some precious decorations, and some extremely extravagant clothing.

For these gifts, Miro didn't want to even think about them, not to mention Kongsi's wish power condensed on them, but also many costumes and decorations were impacting Miro's aesthetics, and he really had no idea of ​​wearing them.

Therefore, after Miro collected the information he wanted, he began to distance himself from Kong Si intentionally or unintentionally.

Kong Si obviously saw Miro's thoughts, and after a short silence, he turned to look for him in the name of the King of Time and the Lord of Space.

In the early days, Mi Luo could still maintain a good attitude, patiently explained to him, and thought of ways to send him away.

But as the opponent came more and more often, and with more and more fanfare, Mi Luo had to shift his position again and again, and in the end he directly hid himself because he couldn't bear it, and began to fight in front of him. The people of the Kingdom of Sand are wandering around.

And this action also made Mi Luo hear a lot of things that made the veins on his forehead twitch violently.

"Have you heard? That elegant and art-loving aristocratic god has a new love interest."

In a market in an oasis, several merchants around Miro were exchanging their information with each other, but although they were bold, they would not blatantly call the name of the god, but used the priesthood as a proxy.

"Hasn't this matter been spread for a long time? Why don't you have new information?"

"of course?"

The businessman who just opened his mouth seemed very proud. Seeing this, everyone around him knew what he was thinking. They flattered and complimented him, so they heard him say slowly: "The first point, this time the god of nobles still loves you. He is a human originating from the land of Hanxia in the east, and he is also a great scholar."

"It's Hanxia's creature again. It seems that the god of nobility really likes Hanxia's things!"

"Who says it's not? The god of nobility is known for his wisdom, so he naturally likes smart people. Don't forget that in "Moonlight Memoirs of Nobles", it is recorded that the god of nobility loved a wise man from Hanxia. Many gods fought, and even fell out with a great god. This time is the same!"

A businessman next to him was surprised: "Could it be that this conflict between the god of nobility and the god of creation and games originated from this?"

The businessman who just started to speak nodded: "That's right, it's because of this willingness, so it's best not to drag the goods this time to the place where these two gods exist at the same time, and sell them directly at the next oasis, and then buy a batch of new games Information, and then go to the next oasis to trade. After all, one of these two great gods likes to use tricks, and the other likes to solve problems with games. The priests enshrining them must hold one game after another, hoping to win the favor of the gods... "

As soon as these words came out, many people around showed excited expressions, and the businessman who spoke at the beginning exchanged glances with another businessman.

Mi Luo glanced at it and knew that the information was spread intentionally by the two in order to obtain the goods in the hands of this group of merchants.

All this counts as normal business transactions, and information warfare.

If it wasn't for the fact that the protagonist of this information war was Mi Luo himself, he would even be willing to give this businessman some pointers.

'Kons...'

Mi Luo rubbed the space between his brows, and kept telling himself in his heart that there was nothing wrong with what the other party did.

According to the practices and customs of the Kingdom of Sand, this is the most convenient and reasonable way of dealing with Shang Pude.

But Mi Luo, who was the person involved, really didn't want to bear such a name.

Inexplicably, he suddenly understood why Dao Qing didn't want to come to the Kingdom of Sand.

'However, Dao Qing has been in the Southern Islands for so long, hasn't he adapted yet? '

Such a thought flashed in Mi Luo's mind, and he continued his journey.

His target this time is a regional demigod who has fallen for thousands of years, whose origin originated from Kongsi.

In the Kingdom of Sand, due to the special geographical environment and the legend that the sun god enters the underworld every night, the temperature difference between day and night in this land is extremely large, and the changes of the yin and yang poles have reached the degree of reversal.

To put it simply, the desert after nightfall will automatically carry some characteristics of the underworld that have not been contaminated by chaos.

Stepping on the dry gravel, feeling the cold air around him, Miro moved his nose, and smelled a rotten breath from the wind that made one's mind dizzy and made him want to vomit.

'Coming. '

Mi Luo quickened his pace, and after a while, the dead under this piece of yellow sand seemed to sense the arrival of the living. Waves of sand and dust surged from the ground and quickly joined together, forming a billowing sand tide, covering Mi Luo's surroundings. Surrounded by layers.

Looking intently, I saw corpses hidden in the sand and dust. There was no corrosion on these corpses, only strips of grayish-yellow cloth stained with dirty blood and mildew. The breath, and at the same time the filthy power of death, is constantly eroding the breath of the underworld hidden in the surrounding sand, making it tainted with a smell similar to the sulfur and gunpowder in the purgatory of the northern continent.

'After death, believers persisted for three years, made blood sacrifices to tens of thousands of people, and devoured all their believers at the last moment? '

Mi Luo felt the power of death rolling around. He glanced at the undead at random, and knew their speciality. With the help of the effects of Netherland and unclean divine power, ordinary exorcism and demon killing methods could not cause fundamental damage to them, while ordinary trauma , can quickly recover from the absorption of strength from the surrounding sand, it is a nearly immortal army.

At this moment, this group of undead army is waving dirty cloth strips, and the yellow sand stained with golden light of wish power and stinky pus and blood is flying around. Inside, Mi Luo's space was continuously compressed.

'It's no wonder that the great gods of the Kingdom of Sand are unwilling to come here to deal with it, this guy is too disgusting! '

Mi Luo frowned, the actions of the dead demigod in front of him were really disgusting in the eyes of the gods.

With the breath of the dead, he imprisoned the souls of the dead, and then polluted his own domain and authority with the flesh and blood of the dead. According to the understanding of the gods, this guy's approach is similar to throwing food into the sewer, and trampled on it. Put your feet up, let the food and the sewer fully contact.

Generally speaking, unless it is really impossible to survive, normal people would not think of going to the sewer to find food.

Similarly, although they are very concerned about authority and power, the gods of the Kingdom of Sand do not want to forcibly pick up food from the filth. Instead of swallowing this thing with disgust, it is better to spend time reoccupying each other. In the domain of the opponent, anyway, the other party is dead, and if you spend more time, you can always replace the other party's position.

It was also the idea of ​​the gods of the Kingdom of Sand that allowed this demigod to survive for thousands of years and gave Mi Luo the opportunity to analyze the power of the demigod.

He raised his hand, and a ray of light flowed from the beads in his hand, converging on one of them, and what was revealed inside was the words "flying sand and walking stone", corresponding to one of the 36 methods of Tiangang.

This method appears to be flying sand and rolling stones, but it is actually a method of clearing and turbidity, moving and stilling. With a little success, it can drive the clear and turbid air, so the dust is flying, the gravel is flying, and the dead hiding in it will start out of control. Scattered.

The cloth strips on their bodies with good defensive power quickly broke under the impact of the gravel, and their bodies were also assimilated and decomposed by the gravel. The way was cold and deep, and the power with the breath of death was condensed in their bodies, which was also the cleanliness hidden in the gravel. It can only turn into yellow sand all over the sky and disappear before Mi Luo's eyes.

Although they began to condense slowly in the next moment, with the slight breeze blowing, at the same time, a dry arm wrapped in cloth strips stretched out from the gravel, trying to grab Miro's ankle, always interrupting the formation of the gravel when necessary , forcing the demigod under the sand to do it himself.

Countless sand and gravel flowed, turning into a huge quicksand vortex and appearing at Miro's feet, and then countless strips of cloth covered with mildew, filth, pus and curses, like vines, or like giant snakes intertwining in mid-air , forming a gigantic spherical object.

During this period, the strips of cloth also attacked Mi Luo with countless fierce, dead, and eerie ghost flames. These flames were originally divine flames condensed by demigods. The influence of it has become extremely filthy and corrosive.

The most troublesome thing is that once this thing is contaminated, it is very difficult to deal with. Miro learned from Kongsi that there was an unbelieving demigod to deal with this dead demigod back then. After being hit by the flame, Miro panicked. With a scream, he hid in his own God's Domain and hasn't seen outsiders for nearly a hundred years.

And when the god went out for the first time after self-isolation for a hundred years, his whole person seemed to come out of a pile of spices, full of chaotic and mixed aromas.

"He was trying to cover up an almost ingrained stench on his body."

This was Kong Si's last evaluation. Miro, who roughly guessed the nature of the flame, was naturally unwilling to accept it. He opened his five fingers, and a subtle thunder light emerged from his fingertips. Intertwined in the palm of his hand, it kept stirring, agitating streams of light, which exploded in the next second, turning into infinite thunderbolts, leading the fierce thunderbolt to meet the eerie will-o'-the-wisp.

When the two came into contact, thunder light billowed, blue flames danced, and the filthy cloth strips tightened in the void, leaving a humanoid corpse in place.

It can be seen that the head of the corpse is obviously not a human being, but some kind of animal, but it is limited by the covering of the cloth, and the filth and pus and blood emit a mist-like breath, making it impossible to see its essence clearly.

With the appearance of this corpse, Mi Luo could feel that the surrounding Netherland was completely polluted, and sacred and distorted, filthy and pure power continuously emanated from this corpse and spread to the surroundings.

The entire void is like a swamp, sticky, foul-smelling, and impassable.

'A spirit of nature full of order! '

The corpse has a big mouth, and his senses are obviously different from normal people. It seems that he can see the essence of Mi Luo's body, an incarnation made of a plant of magic wood, and in the empty eye sockets, there are little phosphorous fires flying.

His words are also very abnormal, full of twisted feelings, trying to influence Miro's spirit.

This can be regarded as a major characteristic of demigods. As a reserve of true gods who condense authority and are almost immortal, most demigods have some abilities similar to golden words and words that follow the law.

After their death, this feature was distorted by the corruption of death, and turned into a power full of pollution, just like cancerous cells, constantly expanding its influence outward, so that everyone who heard it was affected by him. Thought erosion.

'After swallowing you, I can recover a little bit of life and return to the earth! '

As the corpse said, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and grabbing at Miro. His five fingers were also made up of strips of cloth, and the twisted marks and filthy pus and blood on them formed twisted human faces. Opening its mouth wide, revealing its sharp teeth, it tried to share the food with its palm.

The dense mouth and blurred face are enough to make people have intensive phobia.

Mi Luo was not afraid at all. He took half a step back, and after making room for a little space, he spread his five fingers, thunder and light crisscrossed, and the exploding void thundered. Lei Guang was fried to bits and pieces.

And those flying fragments twisted in the air like worms or other molluscs, joined each other to form mouths, and rushed towards Miro again.There is nostalgia and madness in the nearly empty pupils above these mouths, looking forward to pulling the person in front of him into the ranks of despair and suffering together with himself.

(End of this chapter)