Chapter 265

Overgrown with weeds.

Exudes a desolate and desolate.

"..."

The excited smile on Kim Bemonola's face solidified.

He stared blankly at the ruined tribe in front of him.

This--

What about the Beamon tribe?

in the air.

There is still a lot of Beamon's breath left.

But there has long been no Beamon here.

"Migrated?"

in the realm of the gods.

Li Yue frowned.

Look at this-

No Beamon has survived here for four or five years.

The biological tribe information recorded by Shentu is accurate.

but--

Living things are living things.

is alive.

move, move.

"Um?"

"wrong."

"There are traces of divine magic erupting there!"

"There was a big battle here! There were demigods fighting!"

Sudden.

Li Yue saw a small half-collapsed mountain peak and a large number of damaged trees, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

He pondered a little.

Directly ordered the golden Bemonola.

Follow Beamon's disappearing breath to pursue the past.

this method.

Only Gold Beamon can be used.

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As the king of Beamon.

Golden Beamon is extremely sensitive to Beamon's breath.

And Beamon is too strong.

The breath left behind is enough to last for years.

This is the same as Longwei.

It is normal for Longwei to stay in the place where the giant dragon stayed for several years.

"Nora is just a legend."

"The strength belongs to the top in the legend."

"Ordinary demigods can also touch them, and when they encounter giant dragons, they can kill demigods..."

"but……"

"The strength is still a little worse."

"I don't know what existence is dealing with the Beamon tribe."

Whispered softly.

Li Yue directly passed God's Domain to the Fallen Angel Mountain.

next moment--

Natasha is headed, followed by ten fallen angels.

Straight across the sky, towards the Beamon Plain.

...

The distant void.

A kingdom of gods stands.

The kingdom of God is divided into two layers, the lower layer is the material world, and the upper layer is the real kingdom of God.

It is the dwelling place of the true God, and only saints can enter and live in it.

The sky darkened.

........ ......

Dark clouds filled the sky.

The endless pale undead breath formed a gust of wind, blowing in all directions.

on the ground.

Bones are like mountains, everywhere.

The wind of the dead blows.

A pale corpse stood up tremblingly.

Some held crude weapons, some had nothing, and some even had a lot of broken bones.

in the eye socket.

A faint soul fire flickered.

These newborn undead skeletons are confused.

Wander around.

Occasionally encounter other undead skeletons, they will kill each other, devour each other's soul fire.

This material world with a radius of 2,000 kilometers.

There are hundreds of millions of undead skeletons wandering.

Every moment, a large number of skeletons die, and a large number of skeletons are born.

at the same time--

There are also undead cities scattered all over the place.

Only the skeletons who reach the fourth-order strength can enter the city and become the people who are blessed by the true god.

"How long will it take?"

In the upper kingdom of God.

Jeremiah, the true god of undead, was pale and held a pitch-black wine glass gently.

In a wine glass—

There was pitch-black wine tumbling, and the screams and wailing of a large number of creatures came out.

The mist surged, forming the heads of one creature after another, as if to rush out of the wine glass, which was extremely mournful.

"Great my lord, within a year and a half, it can be completed."

below.

A lich wearing a black robe with green ghost fires burning in his eyes respectfully said.

He held a pale staff in his hand, with a green flame suspended at the top.

"A year and a half..."

Jeremiah whispered softly, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly.

He drank the oozing wine in his hand in one gulp.

"It seems."

"It won't be long."

"Among my followers, there will be more night elves as a median race."

He smiled contentedly, and there seemed to be a flush on his pale face.

For a two-star low-ranking true god.

A median biological race.

But it is very precious!

But at this moment-

A respectful female voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Respected God Lord, that group of Beamon swore unwilling to surrender, and asked God Lord to instruct..." Qi.

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"Swear to death and do not want to surrender?"

Jeremiah's scarlet pupils narrowed slightly.

There was a gloomy look inside.

However, the gloom disappeared in an instant.

Thirty-two Beamon.

This is definitely a very strong believer's combat force for him.

pity--

Beamon's character would rather die than give in.

It is estimated that there are only one or two of Beamon who will yield.

Think about it.

He waved softly.

Immediately—

A bottle of golden blood slowly appeared.

A violent, terrifying will that fights the sky and the earth seems to be rushing out of it!

bottle.

The golden blood rolled.

Drops are like golden beads, colliding with each other, as if they are fighting!

"Golden Beamon's blood."

"Presumably, it can lure a lot of Beamon to surrender."

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