Disastrous Necromancer Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272 How can you expect me to let you go?

“Humans!”

The Golden Eagles and the Poison Gods hidden in the thick fog said in unison.

There was some disbelief in their words. How could it be the human race?

When did the human race become not afraid of poison?

In the information of various races, the human race is very balanced in every aspect, and there is no outstanding point.

Why

can this ordinary human race in front of him not be afraid of poison?

And

the sword light just now instantly killed the King Kong Demon.

This

made the Golden Eagles alert.

At

this time, the Golden Eagle suddenly trembled all over and spurted out a lot of black blood.

The black blood exuded a foul smell, and the golden light on his body became dimmer, and there was a foul smell in the wound.

The poison took effect, and the golden eagle’s eyes dimmed, knowing that he would die today.

Lin Moyu sighed softly, “I’ll send you off. After all, you have a military merit and can’t waste it.”

A skeleton god appeared beside Lin Moyu and swung a white sword.

The moment before being swallowed by the sword energy, the Golden Eagle tribe member seemed to have a look of relief in his eyes.

So what if he is in the God King realm? Every step in the big world is dangerous. Even if he reaches the God King realm, one wrong step will still lead to his death.

Lin Moyu saw the thick fog, “It’s your turn next. Do you come out by yourself, or do I ask you to come out?”

The thick fog rolled, and the Poison God tribe member hidden in it said in a cold voice, “Do you think you can definitely kill me?”

Lin Moyu whispered, “You can look outside.”

Outside…

there are a large number of Skeleton Gods standing densely in the starry sky.

Not only are there outside the Death Fog, but there are also inside the Death Fog.

The Skeleton Gods are like Lin Moyu, not afraid of these poisons at all.

They are surrounded by white light, and the Lich General is tirelessly treating

the Skeleton Gods. Even if they stay in the Death Fog for a whole year, they will be fine.

The Skeleton Gods are very strong. The Poison God tribe member just saw it with his own eyes. He killed the King Kong Demon and the Golden Eagle tribe casually.

If he were to face them, the outcome would probably be similar.

The strength of the Poison God Clan lies in its concealment and its poison, not its direct combat power.

The Poison God Clan members gave in, “What do you want in exchange for letting me go?”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “You Poison God Clan also participated in the great war tens of thousands of years ago. I remember that there are thirteen life star systems in the Suzaku Star Region, and hundreds of billions of people

were poisoned to death by you, right?”

The thick fog rolled more violently, and the Poison God Clan members said coldly, “We have paid the price afterwards!”

Xiao Zhantian did break into the ancestral land of the Poison God Clan afterwards, and at least killed two-thirds of the Poison God Clan members, almost exterminating them.

Although the Poison God Clan survived later, the sharp decline in personnel

caused it to fall out of the ranks of powerful clans.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it still hasn’t recovered.

Lin Moyu continued, “Although I don’t know why Xiao Zhanshen finally gave up and let you go.”

“But our two clans are mortal enemies, there is no problem with this.

The Poison God Clan members stopped talking, and he remained silent.

Lin Moyu snapped his fingers. “If that’s the case, how can you expect me to let you go?”

In an instant, countless sword qi burst out at the same time. The pure white sword qi tore through the death fog, and the Poison God clan member hidden in the fog suddenly revealed his figure.

His whole body was also shrouded in the fog, and he dodged the sword qi attack in a panic.

But facing the dense sword qi, his dodging was useless.

In order to prevent the King Kong Demon and the Golden Eagle clan members from escaping, he personally locked the starry sky and blocked the transmission equipment.

Now, this action has become his own death warrant.

The sword qi tore through his thick fog and tore his body.

In the thick fog, the Poison God clan member appeared. Come.

With a slender body, two legs and six arms, he looks very strange.

From another angle, or if he lies down, he looks a bit like a spider.

The sword energy cut off his hands and feet and split his body.

Black blood flowed out, emitting a sour smell.

The Poison God Clan is born to be with poison, and their whole bodies are poisonous.

Easily getting rid of them, Lin Moyu’s fingers flicked out a ball of immortal flames,

and the immortal flames exploded, landing on the three corpses.

In the blazing flames, the flesh and blood of the three corpses were reborn, and their souls were reorganized. In the blink of an eye, they had become resurrected, crawling in front of Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu looked at the resurrected of the Poison God Clan, “Is there a restriction in your soul?”

The Poison God Clan member answered honestly, “Yes.

As expected, he didn’t need to ask at all.

Many races have restrictions planted in their souls to prevent some secrets from being peeped.

The human race is okay, never placing restrictions, after all, it is a strong race, and the God King Realm can’t touch too many secrets.

The Golden Eagle Clan and the Demon Clan are the same, their star field is vast, and they are not afraid of the prying of other races.

But the Poison God Clan can’t do that. Maybe they used to be like the human race, but not now.

Where their ancestral land is is the biggest secret.

If other races know about it, they might be beaten up the next day.

The Poison God Clan has many enemies, and there are many races that want to destroy them.

Lin Moyu didn’t hold out hope either, and asked in a deep voice, “Tell me everything you can about the Poison God Clan.”

“Yes!”

He immediately started to tell the story. As the God King of the Poison God Clan, he didn’t know too secret things, but he knew a lot of general things.

The Poison God Clan is now shrinking in a mysterious area, never interacting with other races, and recuperating.

The number of people in the clan has returned to the level of hundreds of millions, but he doesn’t know the exact number.

Among all the clans, this number is not too small, but it is far behind the strong clans.

Even in any life galaxy of the human race, there may be tens of billions of people living in it.

From his words, it can be seen that Xiao Zhantian did beat them badly back then.

And after Xiao Zhantian, other races also took action and added insult to injury.

After listening to the story, Lin Moyu wrote down the information and turned to the Water of Death.

A soul force stretched out and enveloped the Water of Death. Wrapped

in the soul force, the Water of Death gradually shrank. From

a diameter of ten

meters, it eventually became only the size of a fist, less than ten centimeters.

At this time, the Water of Death changed from liquid to solid, like a metal ball that can be held in one’s hand.

Lin Moyu took out a jade box and put the Water of Death into it.

With a thought in his mind, the Golden Eagle tribe came to his feet and became his mount, flying towards the ancient tomb together. There

are countless races in the big world, and many races are known for their speed.

Many of these races are suitable for use as mounts.

(Hello, King) The Golden Eagle tribe is one of them.

Using intelligent races as mounts has advantages that magic weapons cannot match.

They have combat effectiveness, are more flexible, and can actively avoid danger.

Lin Moyu once used the Golden Eagle tribe as a mount, and since then, he has felt the advantage, which is really much better than the War King Tower.

“It is said that the best mount is the dragon, but the dragon…

He thought of Antares, whom he had not seen for a long time, and thought about it and decided to forget it.

He might not be able to see an ordinary dragon. If he used a divine dragon as a mount, Antares would probably kill him with a breath of dragon breath.

Lin Moyu put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and stopped thinking about unrealistic possibilities.

He still remembered what he had promised Antares. When Antares returned to the big world, he would accompany Antares to kill the dragons.

Killing the dragons requires great strength, otherwise it would be a waste.

Lin Moyu felt that he had to at least reach the realm of Godly Venerable to be good enough.

Gradually, a magnificent and huge tomb appeared in sight.