"The power of such a powerful world is changed to an ordinary dreamer. I am afraid that it must be weakened to the extreme, but I am different!"

"The power of the world is stronger, and after all, there is still a difference with the source!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt the spirit, not only the property bar became clearer, but the various data were slowly rising.

"The Mongolian world is so strong that it is not the heart of the devil, and it cannot produce absolute suppression."

If the whole world is sublimated, it may be possible to do this, but the other side is just a question of finding a road to rebuild.

At this point, it is more convenient.

He took a stone and his eyes seemed to have flashed gold.

call out!

The stone crossed an arc in midair, and a small beast in the middle looked like a black fox with sharp fangs and claws.

Of course, when Fang Yuan peeled off the barbecue, the taste was real.

However, in order to supplement the body's necessary nutrients, as well as the previous consumption, Fang Yuan still bite his teeth, and forced himself to eat a lot.

While eating the barbecue, he arranged the extraordinary system of the world.

"In the Principality of Stan, it seems that a kind of ‘troopers’ is very popular. It sounds similar to the Cavaliers, but it does not rely on mounts. It is also a kind of vindictive force to cultivate.”

“Besides, there are many extraordinary professions that Munger has heard, such as mages, bards, druids, and most important priests and pastors, of course...as his former hunter, even The most basic fighter training can't be done..."

It seems that because of the compatibility and the rules of the various planes, the world’s extraordinary powers are diverse, all kinds of strange and eccentric occupations, and even a large number of outsiders, that is, the aborigines in the debris, after many years. After the survival of evolution, it has completely adapted to the world, no different from indigenous.

"The assimilation ability is very strong, and the alien souls are always vigilant...and there are gods!"

Fang Yuan’s face is somewhat dignified.

God is not a fixed concept.

For example, in the world of Hui and the world of water, some incense gods are not even as good as the big monsters, just go to a few dreamers to sweep.

But in a world like Guchen, there is a difference, a real powerful god, completely a domain, even higher!

In the Mongolian world, the original **** of the sun, can create the world!

This is different from Fang Yuan’s hole!

The sage's caves must still be attached to the world, but the mature world can fully draw strength from chaos and continue to grow and develop.

The gap is not too much to say.

"Even if the other 'Nine Pillars of God' have mastered the power of the rules, they are all domain players. This sun **** is at least the realm of saints!"

Fortunately, in the mythological system of the entire Mongolian world, the sun **** rarely appears. After the creation of the world, it is more just a symbol of the king of the gods.

It was only when the gods ended and the new gods fought against the old gods.

From this point of view, this existence, even if it is very powerful, has a limit on the body.

"Rao is so, can't care."

After Fang Yuan finished the last piece of barbecue, he felt that the large warm current rose from the lower abdomen and spread to the limbs.

The whole body is like a desert that has been dry for a long time. When it encounters precipitation, it greedily swallows the warmth.

"This body is still too weak, but I use the method of refining the essence of gas, as long as the energy source continuously provides the essence of food, when it can be quickly restored."

In fact, even if you do not overeating, relying on Fang Yuan to absorb the strength of the world, you can resume repairs, but this time, it is a bit long.

When the first sunshine appeared in the early morning, Fang Yuan ended his knee-squatting state, and the whole body was shocked. The dew on the clothes and the hair ends were shaken to the ground, and the dust was not stained.

"sun……"

He looked up at the sky and suddenly saw the sun in this Mongolian world, and the light and heat radiated.

It’s just that the moons haven’t disappeared, but they’re hanging in the sky, and there’s a circle around them, watching the body look bigger, as if it’s falling at any time.

"According to the myths and legends of the Mongolian world, the sun is the embodiment of the sun god. As for the moon, there are three gods in their worship. The priesthood is related to the moon, so there will be three rounds of the moon."

Silently thinking about this information, Fang Yuan found a wooden stick, picked up the harvest of the temporary hunting, and walked back to Lanyue Town step by step.

Lun’s home is on the edge of Blue Moon Town, a house built of planks.

When he came back here, he found that he didn’t know when he was around, and he had surrounded a bunch of people.

"You are... Lun? My God!"

A fat big man saw Fang Yuan, and the whole person seemed to be fainting in the past: "I must have an illusion!"

"Little Lun, are you already dead? We even invited the priest of the death **** Hess."

Several farmers next to them are different.

"Who said that I am dead?"

Fang Yuan touched his nose: "I just spent a night in the forest. Isn't this a normal thing for the hunter?"

"It was Rick and Maz. They all saw it with your own eyes. You were taken away by the Frostwolf."

At this time, the two sides were separated, and a man with a slightly whitened beard stood up: "For this reason, we all agree that you are dead, and are still preparing a funeral for you. You see Philo and crying. famous!"

"That's really a thank you..."

Fang Yuan instinctively, the mayor did not tell the truth, but at this time, there was not much entanglement: "Look at it... Since I am not dead, is this ceremony going to end first?"

"Ok……"

The mayor shook his head: "It's a pity that we have to invite Torrelo, as a priest of death, his appearance is not cheap."

As he said, a white-haired hair, a priest wearing a black robe, came out.

On his robes, he also embroidered the eagle-headed lion's animal pattern. This is the lion lion, the symbol of the world's death. In rumors, it soars in the sky of the underworld, attracting souls, and is very popular with Hess. favorite.

"I am sorry, Pastor Torrelo, this is Lun. As you can see, he is not dead!"

The mayor laughed twice.

"It seems that my hunch is right. When I was performing the ceremony, I felt that the underworld did not accept Lun’s soul. He is still alive!"

Torrelo said plainly, but Fang Yuan immediately noticed that the priest of the **** of death is probably lying!

As a dispatched pastor in a small town, this is already a disposition. He probably has no such ability and communicates with the underworld.

Of course, in the absence of a broken party, this lie still received a lot of awe.

"Please rest assured that this time, we will definitely send it to the church on time!"

The mayor took the ticket and sent away the gloomy Toro, and the other townspeople gradually dispersed, revealing two people who were very embarrassed, and it was Rick and Maz.

They looked at Fang Yuan, as if they saw a ghost.

"You... are you dead?"

"The sun **** is on, how is this possible?"

Maz is a freckled teenager. When she saw Fang Yuan, she immediately blurted out and immediately knew that she had stunned her mouth: "I mean... the **** of the sun bless!"

"Yes!"

Fang Yuan’s face showed just the right confusion: “I only felt a pain in my back, as if I was attacked by a beast. This memory is very vague and I can’t remember it. Do you remember?”

"When... of course, it’s the Frost Wolf!"

Maz and Rick immediately said.

"Oh, I see……"

Fang Yuan waved his hand and made a gesture of sending guests: "Sorry... I am very tired today..."

"Good... well, let's go now, you have a good rest!"

Rick rushed to Ramaz and ran away without looking back.

The two men ran out of the kilometer and stopped. They looked at Fang Yuan’s wooden house and kept gasping: "I can't... we all saw it, and that knife went straight through his heart!"

Maz called in disbelief.

"It is possible! As long as the gods give great power, even the dead can be resurrected!"

Rick's face is gloomy.

"Lun, like us, is an ordinary person. It is impossible to get a god. This must be the means of the aliens, or the evil technique of the Necromancer!"

Maz suddenly turned his eyes: "Nothing wrong, this Lun, is not the same as him. We use this as a reason, how about killing him?"

"No!"

Rick was a little bit swayed, but he still shook his head: "Don't forget, Torolo met Lun today. If the other party has something different, how could the priest not find out?"

"If you say this, is Lun escaped? Unfortunately..." Maz regretted sighing.

"You should be thankful..." Maz almost gnashed his teeth: "Fortunately, he forgot what happened last night, otherwise if you get out, you and me will go to the gallows!"

"He...has it really forgotten?" Rick hesitated: "So, do we have to proceed with our plan?"

"Of course!" Maz said sternly: "So big wealth, don't you want it? As long as the agreement is completed, the other party promises that we will get a hundred Stan gold coins! From then on, buy a large piece of land, build The villa, live the life of the lords."

"It's also... Lun, who can't think of his ancestors as hunters, will have such luck..." Rick sighed and said: "It's a pity... these wealth is for him, the invitation of death!"

They are indeed friends with Lun, but under the siege of power and money, they have fallen into disarray and become the murderer of Lun!

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