Chapter 1234： 2 drops of liquid dialogue

On the five-color sacred mountain, as the years passed, it was gradually covered with dust.

Only dust can fall on it. The density of this sacred mountain is so high that no plant can take root here.

Even a little moss cannot appear on the mountain.

Under the gloomy underground abyss, only the heavy earth atmosphere is permeating, making the mountain more stable.

On the sacred mountain, a special domain has been integrated with it.

The gravity field and the sacred mountain have been inseparable from each other under the fusion of earth and gas over the years, forming a super powerful field arm.

It is a pity that this weapon has lost its master, neither Lussmann nor Emperor Tian can take this domain weapon into their own. They no longer have such capabilities.

The life below the sacred mountain, if there is life, may sleep there forever.

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At the bottom of the sacred mountain, here is connected to the eternal frozen soil of the deep abyss, with almost no gaps in density.

But just below the mountain, there is a little light of life, unyielding.

This is Lin Zhen, the once powerful ghost face king, who has been miserably crushed under the mountain.

Lin Zhen did not die, and there were many reasons why he did not die.

First of all, Lin Zhen's strong defensive power helped him withstand this disaster.

In addition to defensive power, there is another extremely important reason. When he was attacked by the eight sledgehammers or was suppressed by the mountain, another person helped him share the damage.

This person is the lord of hatred.

As the saying goes, when the sky is falling, there is a tall man against it. This tall man can be understood as being tall or having great ability.

The Lord of Hatred was stubbornly held by Lin Zhen, and there was no way to leave, because his ability was even stronger, so when he suffered a blow from the mountain, the Lord of Hatred was under the greatest pressure.

In this way, Lin Zhen's life was saved instead. His body was basically shattered under such pressure, but his soul was supported by it.

Hun Yuan Jia is worthy of the best armored armor. Although it deformed under the pressure of the mountain, it left Lin Zhen a trace of gaps, so that his body would not be completely broken, and some flesh and blood remained inside the armor.

However, because of the strong pressure between the sacred mountain and the ground, his body could not recover in this narrow range, so Lin Zhen currently exists almost in the form of a soul, at least his body is temporarily unable to recover.

When the mountain was first suppressed, the lord of hatred next to Lin Zhen had resisted strongly.

As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The Lord of Hatred appeared confidently, thinking that he could pick up a ready-made bargain, but it was a pity that Lin Zhen put it together and fell completely here.

He was not reconciled, he still had the ability to resist, but he did not expect Huang Tian and others to once again add a high-grade domain weapon.

The sacred mountain, which weighs as much as the galaxy, has doubled its weight several times again, directly crushing the Lord of Hatred who has worked hard to resist.

His body was completely shattered, just beside Lin Zhen, only a little blood was flowing.

The space here is only enough to hold a little blood. This is true of the Lord of Hate, and so is Lin Zhen.

Both of them are not dead, but there is no way to truly resurrect, they can only exist in the form of blood, looking at each other is not pleasing to the eye, but they can't help the opponent.

Lin Zhen swallowed the liquid of dominance. There was a period of weakness, but now his body can't recover. It doesn't matter whether he is weak or not.

At the very beginning of entering the bottom of the mountain, the Lord of Hatred was ridiculing Lin Zhen forcefully.

"Little bastard, how is it? It was a waste of effort? You thought that swallowing the liquid of dominance would make Lao Tzu die, but Lao Tzu still survived. Now you are just a drop of blood, what else can you do?"

Lin Zhen sneered at the mockery of the Lord of Hatred.

"It's really ridiculous, you are nothing more than a liquid, and you still have the mood to laugh at me? I thought I was very strong, but when I had the advantage, I was not pulled by Laozi to cushion me. I can't get out. Will you be able to get out? If I were you, I would just throw myself on my wall and evaporate, so as not to be ashamed of my life."

The arrogant and haughty Lord of Hatred was furious: "You are really looking for death. At this point, you are still playing tricks with me. When the other Lords of the Abyss arrive, it will be the time when I get out of trouble... .."

"Okay, okay, don’t daydream, if I’m not wrong, unless you are truly dead, the other masters of the abyss can sense it. Now your little tadpole is still alive, they feel If it’s not, the birds don’t **** here, and the dimensional universe can’t receive the radio waves, so you can rest assured and prepare to watch the landscape of a trillion years."

The lord of hatred is not a fool. Of course, he can understand what little tadpole means. For Lin Zhen's poisonous tongue, it makes him smoke.

"Anyway, you are also a **** king, don't you feel like you lose your identity when you say this?"

"Haha! This is a coincidence. I might as well tell you that I am actually just a middle-level god. I haven't even reached the realm of the upper-level gods. What kind of god-king is it! How? Did the **** get this level of surprise? Are you happy? Surprises are not surprises?"

Hearing Lin Zhen's words, the Lord of Hatred was shocked for a moment, and then went furious.

If he fought with a powerful **** king to this level, he would recognize it, but he was almost killed by a middle god, how could the Lord of Hatred accept it.

He roared, trying to scold Lin Zhen.

Regardless of his strength surpassing Lin Zhen by a lot, but to curse people, the ten haters are not Lin Zhen's opponents.

Being baptized by five thousand years of civilization and being reborn for the first time, Lin Zhen’s mastery of language and civilization is far from the master of hatred who lives in the abyss all day long~www.novelhall.com~ who has never seen the sun. of.

Lin Zhen was boring when he was alive. He had seen something called Shout Mai. He had a good memory. He could almost talk about those things for three days and three nights without repeating a word.

Anyway, I was free now, and Lin Zhen squirted wildly at the Lord of Hatred when he was okay.

Some words can be understood by the Lord of Hatred, while others are not.

But after living for so many years, his ability to understand is still good, and Lin Zhen can definitely hear him scolding him.

He wanted to fight back, but his barren language database simply couldn't organize any decent vocabulary.

When Lin Zhen's **** head was often sprayed and his blushing and thick neck, he couldn't help but understand the meaning of Lin Zhen's words. After understanding, he was angry again.

Of course, it is an irritation that is useless at all.

The communication between the two people is a spiritual communication. The sun, moon and star rings above Lin Zhen's head are almost embedded in the soil, and Lin Zhen can still use this spiritual power to spray him continuously.

The Lord of Hatred is not as strong as Lin Zhen's mental power, and counterattacks. Every day, Lin Zhen's words buzzed like flies in the sea of ​​his spiritual consciousness, making him almost crazy.

He didn't have any possibility of cultivation at all. In the end, he simply closed off his spiritual consciousness, preferring to be a boring gourd, and would not want to communicate even a word with Lin Zhen.

No one came to rescue him. He was almost desperate. He could only wait here and wait for the day to be seen again. At that time, he swore that he must stay far away from this spray and never see this person again.

After finally getting the Lord of Hatred thoroughly, Lin Zhen did not sit still.

This calamity under the sacred mountain is not necessarily a disaster.

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