A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

From stillness to full offensive, people can't detect the signs of change at all.

Ometi is now clearly aware of Zheng Qian's changes.

The torrential rain of fists slammed, as if to fill the entire line of sight.

However, Zheng Qian's hollow eyes condensed a little bit of determination, and none of the overwhelming offensive touched his body.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier in front of Zheng Qian, and every iron fist was stopped one foot in front of him.

"What kind of skill is this? Is the space cut off?"

"No, he didn't activate the magic element, and the space can't stop such a strong physical attack."

"Is it a spiritual position?"

"No, neither."

When the gods were talking about it, Yang Jian's third eye glowed with a faint blue light: "He didn't activate any skills, he just held it with his hands."

Just parry with your hands? !

The gods took a breath.

Look carefully again, sure enough.

It seems that Zheng Qian is standing still, but his arms are moving at a speed that is almost invisible.

Its movement range is extremely small and extremely precise, making every parry faster and more energy-saving.

In the face of seemingly fierce attacks, Zheng Qian parried calmly.

The slightly changed eyes once again returned to absolute calm.

Zheng Qian seemed to be a sea without waves at this moment.

The energy is endless like the sea, and terrifying as quiet as a mirror.

It seemed that even if the world collapsed, he could catch it calmly.

Finally, after a few seconds of parrying and millions of confrontations, Zheng Qian moved.

He took a step forward.

"Well!!!"

Ometi suddenly made a painful voice.

Obviously she was the offensive side. Zheng Qian on the defensive side only took a step forward, and she was forced to slide a step backwards.

Zheng Qian took another step, and she took a step back.

The violent fist rain seemed to have become a spring breeze and cotton rain, and Zheng Qian strolled in the courtyard.

"How... possible! Why would you... I don't believe it!!"

Ometi went crazy and launched the most violent attack so far regardless of consumption.

The density of fist rain doubled.

The space behind Zheng Qian was constantly shattered by the impact.

However, from beginning to end, his expression never moved.

at this time.

Zheng Qian slowly raised his hand.

What is he going to do? !

Before Ometi could react, she saw Zheng Qian punching herself softly against the rain of fist.

Immediately afterwards, unimaginable pain came from the abdomen.

With a seemingly limp punch, the wind of fist penetrated Omet's rain of punches and blasted on his abdomen.

Zheng Qian's punch was almost cloudless, and the dense rain of punches vanished in an instant.

Omety vomited a lot of blood.

The Aztec Lord God, who just seemed like no one could beat him, was hit by Zheng Qian and knelt on the ground, vomiting blood.

"How... how is it possible?!"

Ometi tried to stand up, but before she straightened her knees, she fell off again.

She lay on the ground and gasped for non-existent air.

Two bosses staring incredulously.

I actually... can't stand up? !

It's just a punch. How could it cause me such a serious injury? !

How can this be? !

If it's just being at ease, it's impossible to become so strong.

What power did he get? !

Raising his head with difficulty, Zheng Qian stood in front of her and did not pursue the victory.

It seemed to him that Ometi was not a god of the gods at all, but a harmless little rabbit, and there was no need to be especially careful about whether she would suddenly violent.

Dare to look down on me? !

How dare you look down on me? !

Ometi was furious at the moment, hating and afraid of Zheng Qian.

If it is possible, she is eager to peel Zheng Qian right now.

"Lord God, how are you?!"

Chantico, who had finally recovered a little bit, rushed over, hugged Ometi and pulled her three or four meters away.

The other two demon gods finally recovered a little strength and followed behind them, guarding between Omet and Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian watched silently as if frozen, without obstructing.

"Lord God, how are you? Don't move, I'll treat you." Chantico pressed his hand on Ometi's chest and squeezed out all the few MPs left, trying to recover Ometi's injury as much as possible.

Looking at Chantico, the goddess of the volcano, she tried her best to heal and protect her own appearance, leaving Ometi stunned for a long time.

Ah, Chantico, how loyal? !

The dying Ometi stretched out her hand and hugged Chantico.

This sudden favor made Chantico flattered for a while.

"Huh? Lord... Lord Lord, what are you..."

"Chantico, you really deserve to be the demon god of the Aztec gods, you really didn't let me down. I feel your loyalty."

Ometi's words left Chantico at a loss for a while.

However, before Chantico could speak.

With a pop.

Blood gushed out from behind her.

Blood gushed from his mouth like a waterfall, staining the entire chin.

Chantico's eyes widened instantly, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.

what happened? What is the pain in the stomach?

She lowered her head.

I saw Omet's whole hand inserted into her stomach.

This unexpected scene caused Zheng Qian, who was fully committed to his freedom, to frown.

Raising her head, the last picture she saw in her life was Ometi's sullenly smiling face.

And her weird cold voice.

"Since you are so loyal, you should die for me, right?"

"Lord... Lord Lord..."

Chantico wanted to say anything else, Omet had already pulled out his hand violently.

"Turn it into my strength!"

On his bloody hands, he was holding the nucleus that belonged to Chantico.

Ometi grinned wildly and crushed it.

Chantico screamed to death hoarsely.

Cannibalism?

In this picture, even the gods who have experienced many battles couldn't help but gasped.

Although the characteristic of the Aztec god system is that when the god system resonates, the more people die with the god system, the stronger the rest.

It can be strengthened by killing the same kind. This approach has broken through everyone's lower limit of morality.

"Master God, what are you doing?!"

"No! We can still make a difference! No!"

Within 0.1 seconds of this daze, Ometi waved his hand and the remaining two demon gods were also killed on the spot.

As the three demon gods fell to the ground, Ometi suddenly exploded with several times the previous magic element.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

The immense power entrusted her whole person to the air.

The injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its energy was ascending in a blink of an eye to the extent that it could resist Zheng Qian's court.

But Zheng Qian just watched all this, and watched Ometi's energy surpass him again, but he didn't stop him.

"Hey, why didn't that kid make a move!"

"Didn't you see that Demon God's energy is ascending?"

"Should he think that he is invincible, and forget about himself?"

The gods have started to make trouble, but Zheng Kun is watching coldly.

Because he knew very well that the reason Zheng Qian didn't stop him was not because he was stupid.

Although in the state of being at ease, all personal thoughts will be concentrated on combat, causing the whole person to become very numb to everything.

But intelligence will not be affected, and will even increase.

Zheng Qian didn't make a move, and watched Ometi surpass own again for a simple reason.

Zheng Kun understands very well.

Yes, I understand very well.

No matter how much you care about survival, the impulse and desire engraved deep in the candle dragon's DNA cannot be resisted.

Zheng Qian... He wants to try his current limit?

He needs an object worthy of his full play.

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