I wish you all a good mood every day Walking into the tavern was a tall, handsome man with a straight waist and a very military demeanor.
The man looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with a slight wrinkle on his forehead, a slight bag under his eyes, gray hair and his miserable white face, and his dark gray eyes, which gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
It was the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where it came from, which made the drinkers in the tavern stop at the same time, and no one dared to take an extra step towards him, as if the slightest closer to him would be in danger of his life.
With a bright smile, the new white-haired man gently owed to everyone: "I am a poet dragon who travels alone, ah, unlucky I wanted to go to the forest to find the figure of the legendary elf, but I was almost trapped in the forest by this heavy snow.
Thankfully I walked out and hoped I could find a place to stay in this beautiful town for a while."
Lin Qi looked at the guy who claimed to be a poet who traveled alone with great interest, "Dragon, in the Western Continent, a lonely dragon word is a name, and anyone who hears it knows that this is a fake name."
Especially looking at this guy's demeanor, if he is a general of a country, absolutely no one will doubt it, but he is not compatible with the poet.
Moreover, this guy is full of an inhuman aura, and he doesn't need to use the power of his divine soul, Lin Qi can see that this guy is an undead, and he is an undead with extremely high grade and amazing strength.
The dead skeleton Kurcullen sneered, he turned around slowly, and nodded slowly: "Everyone knows that elves will only appear in the elven continent, if any stupid elven tribe dares to set up camp in the forests of the western continent, they will all become slaves in less than two days."
Kurcullen sighed and hooked his finger at the dragon, "I feel a very interesting aura from you.
Come, let me take a closer look at you, what a foolish excuse to look for a poet of the elves in such a blizzard season."
The dragon smiled and owed to Kurcullen: "You are aggressive, but I didn't offend you when I asked myself" Kurcullen laughed, he shook his head vigorously, and then sighed heavily: "Oh, you didn't offend me, of course, you didn't offend me, but does this have anything to do with me dealing with you, it's like there was an equally unlucky guy here just now, he actually wanted to buy my souvenirs" "Well, he claims to be the emperor of the Longshan Empire, and you are a wandering poet" "It's fitting that I can turn you into beautiful undead at the same time.
And then, well, this Emperor also has a beautiful and lovely young lady by his side, and it's so funny.
These stupid young and beautiful women, they must have a lot of value for their looks, if I turned her into a rotting zombie, would she be so frightened that she would cry?"
Kurcullen let out an ugly laugh as he leaned back and forth, then slowly took off his cloak.
What appeared in front of Lin Qi and the others was a monster that was particularly consistent with the name of the dead bones.
He looked like a skeleton, nothing more than a thin layer of skin covering his bones, but this dry, almost translucent skin did not serve any beautifying effect, but made him look more hideous and disgusting.
Under the light of the tavern's oil lamp, the thin layer of skin on Kul Cullen's body seemed to be constantly secreting oil, and the gray grease that seemed to be constantly wriggling made people feel creepy no matter how you looked at it.
Sha Xinyue frowned in disgust, she lowered her voice and scolded angrily: "It's really a ghost to see the undead, okay, I admit it, this is indeed a ghost to see, but this is so close to the holy mountain of the church, an undead dares to appear here" Kurcullen hurriedly turned back to Sha Xinyue and smiled: "Oh, no, no, dear miss, I am not an ordinary undead Don't compare me with those lowly things, I am a noble, I know the joy of life, and try my best to find joy and meaning in killing and death...
The gods of the undead" The tavernkeeper sat down on the ground with a grunt, and after Kurcullen unbuckled his cloak, he finally recovered from the horror of seeing Kurcullen's hideous face.
Then he suddenly heard Kurcullen say that he was a god, and the tavern owner was now only sitting on the ground in fright, not yet fainting with fright, which was already an extremely good manifestation of his psychological quality.
The other drinkers were trembling with fright, but they didn't dare to say a word, and shrank into the corner of the wall in horror.
Hundreds of big men huddled together, shivering like a flock of quails blown by the cold wind.
The dragon's face changed slightly, he glanced at Kurculomb indifferently, and said softly to himself: "An undead god is really strange, you seem to have come here on purpose, waiting for something" Kurcullen stood up and pressed Hu Xinzhu with an understated palm.
As he made his move, he giggled: "That's right, I am the supreme elder of the Undead Abyss who came here to wait for you, the only will of the Undead Abyss, and the Dragon Witch King whose status in the powerful Undead Abyss is equal to that of a god, please give me all the things you carry."
Lin Qi's gaze became very strange, he stood up and took a step, before Kul Kulun's hand touched Hu Xinzhu's body, there was already a faint multicolored aurora flashing beside him.
A heavy axe silently tore through the air like a breeze, slashing off Kulkullen's arm to the shoulder.
Kurcullen's shoulders flew up, and with a slight flick of the folding fan in Hu Xinzhu's hand, this arm silently shattered into countless tiny ghost fires and scattered.
Poor Kurculun didn't even feel that his arm was cut off, he was still laughing loudly at the Dragon Witch King: "You should feel honored, the Dragon Witch King is an ordinary dragon lich, you can let me personally deal with you, this is your honor Of course, the poor worm who was slapped to death by my palm, he is even more honored" "How supreme it is to be able to die at the hands of the gods as a human being ...
Aah Kurcullen finally realized that something was wrong, he slapped it with a palm, Hu Xinzhu should have been killed by him, and then if he withdrew his hand, he should be able to see the arm he had withdrawn, why didn't he react at all So Kurcullen smirked and glanced back, but what he saw was the scene of his arm slowly scattering into countless points of light, and he saw his bare shoulder, and his right hand was gone.
"My hand, my ...
What about hands" Kul Cullen asked a question that made Sha Xinyue hold her belly and burst into laughter.
Lin Qi and Hu Xinzhu looked at Kurcullen very seriously, and the two of them spoke at the same time: "I was taken away by a dog just now."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Lin Qi and Hu Xinzhu glanced at each other, and then grinned at the same time: "Really, a big wild dog ran over just now, and your hand was unfortunately taken away by the dog."
Kurculomb didn't make a move, Lin Qi didn't use the power of the divine soul, and they couldn't see Kurcullen's strength yet.
But when he made this move, Lin Qi immediately recognized that he was a lower-level and upper-level undead god, this guy was indeed a god-level existence, but the lower-level gods appeared more in the role of servants in the major god systems It was indeed an honor for a mere divine servant to be teased by two powerful high-ranking gods, according to Kurcullen's own words.
Kurcullen, on the other hand, stared at his bare shoulder, and then screamed hoarsely: "You guys, you all deserve to die, you all deserve to die 10,000 times."
A white bone staff entwined with gray-white ghost fire appeared out of thin air on the left hand side of Kurcullen, he held the staff tightly, and screamed hoarsely: "No one dares to hurt the great Kurcullen, no one dares" Lin Qi shook his head, and then slammed his fist into the door of Kul Cullen's head.
A surge of divine power blasted into Kurcullen's skull, knocking him unconscious and falling to the ground, and he casually carried Kurcullen in his hand.
This undead god dares to go deep into the Western Continent alone, there is a lot of strange things in this, Lin Qi must investigate clearly, what is this guy here for.
The Dragon Witch King's face changed, he glanced at Lin Qi, who easily knocked Kurculomb to the ground, and his body turned into a violent wind and rushed out of the tavern.
Lin Qi laughed loudly: "Respected Dragon Witch King, please don't leave in a hurry.
This is the Longshan Empire, my territory, as the master, I should treat you well."
A powerhouse from the most mysterious and unpredictable abyss of the undead in the abyss world, if Lin Qi didn't figure out his ins and outs, Lin Qi was afraid that he wouldn't be able to sleep well in the future.
A strong person of the undead system, as long as they are given enough time and materials, they can cause terrifying destruction.
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For example, if they spread a plague in the Longshan Empire, it would really be a matter of human life.
So Lin Qi shouted, and his body turned into a ray of aurora and flew out with a colorful halo.
Sha Xinyue also jumped up, laughed loudly and pinched a seal: "Then, you guys sleep obediently, and then forget about today's events."
The blue-white moonlight shrouded the entire tavern, and Sha Xinyue's divine magic was quietly activated, and everyone inside and outside the tavern, in the entire town, shook their bodies, and slowly fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.
By the time they woke up, they would never remember what they had seen or heard today.
As for the tavern owner, well, Sha Xinyue didn't know how he would understand the hundreds of large gold coins that suddenly appeared in his drawer Hu Xinzhu had already rushed out of the tavern, and Sha Xinyue also rushed out.
The brother and sister turned into a violent wind one after the other, and quickly followed the traces left by Lin Qi to the depths of the forest.
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