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Chapter 683 Massacre

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    As the king of killers on the Dota Continent, Farewell Blade naturally has a first-rate vicious vision.  He could see at a glance that the little ogre had the sixth primary level, which was the realm of the pseudo-sanctuary. He could also see that Goron was just a rookie who had just stepped half a foot into the sanctuary, although he had already touched it.  The underlying rules of the plane, but due to time and experience, I have not been able to truly master the rules of my own domain.  The domain is the identity certificate of the strong men in the holy domain, and it is also their ultimate trump card.  Faced with a domain of rules that is fully opened by a strong man from the Holy Domain, the only way to resist is to open your own domain and try to overwrite the rules defined by the opponent with your own plane rules.  Especially in similar fields, such as the most common environment-changing fields, strength itself is no longer important. The only condition for victory is to have more authority to define the low-level rules of the plane than the opponent.  For example, if the opponent defines the battlefield as a lava hell, then you must change it into a snowy ice field It is precisely in order to avoid this situation that the old knife of Farewell Blade spent nearly a hundred years giving up defining the environment and instead  Define yourself and create a completely unique avatar area that can best utilize your own strengths.  He gave up competing with others for the authority to define the low-level rules of the plane. Instead, he started from himself and forcibly changed the low-level rule that his own existence was "unique" from "one" to "seven".  Of course, the price to pay for doing so is unimaginable or even incomprehensible to others.  Even Lao Daozi himself can't be sure whether he is still the original "self" after many battles.  Or maybe it's just a copy of the rules of a field As the world's top assassin, after setting a target in mind, once Lao Daozi launches an assassination, he will be at least 90% sure of success.  But such a probability of success is based on knowing yourself and the enemy.  Lao Daozi expected in advance that Goron would use various means to deal with him, such as the powerful shamanic magic he knew.  However, despite all the calculations, Lao Daozi never expected that Goron actually hid a "Warcraft pet" with a rule field.  But he clearly didn't feel the slightest hint of an animal trainer or druid from the little ogre.  It is well known that shamans are good at using spirit beasts, but it has never been heard that they can also control super-level magic beasts at the sanctuary level.  The abyss field opened by the daughter of the Goron Dragon Clan can forcibly define an area of ??several hundred meters in radius as a deep sea world.  This is a cold, dark, breathless, and extremely stressful world of death. It is exactly the type of realm that Old Daozi, the Blade of Death, hates the most.  "I missed it, retreat!" "Want to run away? You'd better give up!" Of course, Goron will not be affected by the realm opened by his daughter. Seeing that the Farewell Blade is about to turn around and escape after shaking off the little whale, Geron  A sinister sneer appeared on Long's face, and he summoned the earth-binding totem to further restrict Lao Daozi's mobility. Then he directly transformed into a man-eating King Kong, grabbing the legs of the Farewell Blade, whose speed was less than 10% of its normal state, and let out a strange roar.  It was torn directly into two halves.  "This feeling" Killing a saint-level strongman with his own hands, Man-Eating King Kong brought the corpse in his hand to his eyes, looking at the bloody half body, feeling the soul gradually dissipating in the domain space This  There is no false sense of reality at all, and Goron is very sure that this corpse belongs to Lao Daozi himself, and it is too dead to die.  But when he glanced around, he clearly saw a few old swordsmen jumping around.  "It turns out that the realm can still be used like this" Gronn has been looking for his own way to the realm since he successfully advanced to the pseudo-sacred realm.  But it didn't go well. Although he had a lot of combat experience, he had even seen a god-level battlefield with his own eyes.  But this happened to be a stumbling block on the road to his field.  It is precisely because he has seen too much and knows too much that he has no way to start, and the power he possesses is relatively mixed, coupled with the limitations of factors such as age and time, which has led to him still not having a field that truly belongs to him.  After he saw the clone of Lao Daozi, the little ogre suddenly felt enlightened. It was not that he wanted to imitate Lao Daozi, but that he took this opportunity to successfully get rid of the unnecessary shackles on himself.  The domain is the low-level rules of the plane that belong to oneself. There should not be any restrictions in the first place. As long as it truly belongs to oneself and what one needs, any element can be shaped into the power of the domain that belongs to him.  Just when Goron was lost in thought, the battle over there was coming to an end.  The most famous killer king in the mainland, the Farewell Blade, originally had countless ways to save his life and escape, but here the desert king, the second most powerful man in the mainland, is taking charge.  As an old rival of the King of Killers for many years, the Desert King¡¯s understanding of the method of the Farewell Blade is probably as high as the entire Dota Continent.?There is a second person who can reach it.  From the beginning, she was planning to cut off all escape routes for Lao Daozi.  Even if she had long known that Farewell Blade's assassination target was the little ogre, she didn't bother to stop him.  Of course, it also stems from her absolute confidence in her little lover.  After all, a dark walker is still a dark walker. Even the supreme killer at the sanctuary level is still invisible. Faced with the siege of a group of strong men, especially the mace wielded by the one-eyed ogre Chopper, with the assistance of the Desert King,  Lao Daozi's exquisite and sinister dagger turned into a joke in front of such a giant thing.  Coupled with the cursed energy and magic traps arranged by the Desert King, the domain clones of the Farewell Blade were eliminated one after another. In the end, only one of the survivors had his limbs broken off by the Desert King, sealed the shadow fighting spirit, and was captured alive.  "Hmph, I admit defeat this time. You can kill or behead me as you please. Anyway, you will all be killed by the army outside in a short time. Your soul will fall into hell, and I, who executes the oracle, will ascend to hell.  Heaven." Seeing the tough-tongued old knife, some people turned their attention to the little ogre.  Anyone who knows Gron knows that he has many good methods for "torture to extract confessions." For example, the "human vase" placed in the secret meeting room of the Black City Chamber of Commerce played a key role in the rapid development of the Chamber of Commerce.  .  Many collaborators who planned to take advantage of others or had other evil intentions naturally gave up their original plans after seeing the vase.  After all, there are many people who are not afraid of death, but if they want to live but not die, that is another matter.  While many people were waiting to see the good show, the little ogre stepped on Lao Daozi's head very neatly.  Although he also wanted to know the specific situation of the army of fanatics besieging the city outside, such as the information about the reinforcements of the mysterious priest who could suppress the curse of the Desert King, he was very interested.  However, for what the little ogre plans to do next, whether there is any intelligence, the size of the enemy army, how many strong people there are none of these seem to be important.  ¡°Anyway, they all have to be eaten in one pot.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ ¡°You think, can the old knife succeed?¡± Outside Mandala Castle, among the army of fanatics, several strong men with obviously superior identities were looking at the Doomsday Castle standing not far away.  "It's not easy to say. After all, there is that troublesome fat female monster inside. She is known as the second most powerful person on the mainland. Now Retusus' whereabouts are unknown, and her life and death are unknown. She is probably the most powerful in this plane.  A woman." "Humph!" After hearing this, someone sneered disdainfully.  "What is that compost meat? The second strongest person in the mainland? It's really ridiculous. Of those great elders at the bottom of Crystal Lake, none of them is stronger than that pig." "What are you bragging about, Crystal Lake?  The Mage of Disaster is indeed an unparalleled master when it comes to stirring up trouble and stirring up trouble behind his back. But when it comes to being tough in front of you and coming out to do it openly and openly, huh, I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve ever heard of how much you have done.  The members of the Fanatic Alliance are very complex. They come from all corners of the continent, including regular soldiers, private soldiers of the Holy See and nobles, lone rangers and hermits, and even the largest proportion are civilians and civilians.  Ordinary believers.  ¡°Many people here used to be life-and-death enemies, and the kind of relationship where they would kill each other whenever they met had a clear chain of contempt, and it was impossible for them to become monolithic in the first place.  They were able to gather together and form this loose alliance out of their infinite respect for the "big-faced true god" in the sky, just to fulfill the true god's will and purify this sinful city.  Use the blood of sinners to wash away your sins.  Precisely because "there is a god at the top of your head", even if you are staying with the enemy, before completing the oracle, everyone will just talk and ridicule, but they will not really kill them.  The fight begins.  "Hey, look, what is that?" In the chaos, someone saw the main door of Mandala Castle suddenly open, and then saw a petite and beautiful young man walking out slowly.  It is the little ogre Goron.  As soon as the person came out, the gate of Mandala Castle behind him was slammed shut, and then layers of totem poles sealed the castle gate tightly.  It was as if the young man had been expelled to die.  Feeling the fierce and bloodthirsty gazes of tens of thousands of people falling directly on him, even the ogre boy whose character had been tempered to iron, killing without blinking an eye and eating without salt, felt a chill in his back.  However, he did not back down and continued to stroll towards the camp of the Fanatic Legion.  On a battlefield filled with blood and fire and mountains of corpses, a beautiful young man with a peerless appearance strolled towards thousands of murderers with scarlet eyes. This sceneThere was so much desolation and weirdness that the army of fanatics did not immediately swarm over and chop this weak young man into pieces who looked like he could fall over in the wind.  "What? Don't you all believe in that 'thing' in the sky and come here to kill people? I'm right here, why doesn't anyone come to kill me?" The little ogre sneered mercilessly, his provocative words full of excitement.  Disdain for these selfish, crazy, perverted and bloodthirsty people, and even the giant face above the sky.  His words were like a spark thrown into a powder keg, causing the army of fanatics to explode in an instant. No one needed to give orders. In an instant, countless people rushed towards him with the momentum of dying together.  Among them are many famous fifth-level and sixth-level experts on the mainland.  In this situation, not to mention that Goron is just a newbie who has just entered the sixth-order pseudo-sanctuary. Even the real seventh-order sanctuary here will be instantly submerged by this iron-blooded torrent.  Facing this scene, the expression on the little ogre's face showed some hesitation and struggle. However, when he saw clearly the countless twisted and ferocious faces in front of him, the last bit of hesitation finally disappeared completely.  "Yes, this world really needs to be 'cleaned'." After the little ogre finished speaking, the ground under his feet suddenly rose. A building tens of meters wide and hundreds of meters high, revealing endless grandeur, the ultimate  The gorgeous golden door rose from the ground, forcefully pushing the little ogre into the air.  Behind the fanatic army, a priest whose head and face were hidden under a cloak stared blankly at the door. His eyes seemed a little confused and a little unbelievable. Suddenly he pointed at the door and shouted loudly: "  Oh my god, my great true God, that, that is the 'Gate of Hell'!"
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