I have a cave of evil

Seeing that the coffin-carrying god was protected by the water of the Styx near him, and an army of [-] dead corpses was attacking the city far away, Poros persuaded Zhu Yao, "Get out! There is no hope of winning. Unless you expose your true body and use your Only a big centipede and an ugly big man can make a tie."

"The river Styx is not floating, magic spells are useless, and it is difficult for living and dead souls to cross. According to legend, only the boats of the ferrymen of the underworld can sail freely on it. If you can't break the river Styx around the coffin-carrying god, you can't win it. "

Zhu Yao sneered twice, and said sarcastically: "Poros, if you don't just think about running away, look at it from another perspective, in fact, I win and lose is the god who carries the coffin."

Pointing to the army of dead bodies, he said: "Look, these dead bodies are numerous, but they are slow-moving and of a single type. They are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and fish on the chopping board. I just need to keep moving quickly, and they won't touch me. And my army of undead can consume them constantly."

"At most one hour, [-] dead bodies can be wiped out."

Zhu Yao pointed to the river Styx, which was connected end to end, and said, "The river Styx is certainly terrifying, but it does not belong to this world. Look carefully, is it shrinking gradually?"

"The Styx River is part of the laws of the underworld. When it comes to the present world, it will inevitably be unacceptable and excluded by the laws of the world. I only need to wait for the Styx River to disappear before I can capture the God of the Coffin."

"Now it seems that the God of Carrying the Coffin has the upper hand. In fact, he dug a hole for himself and restricted himself."

Hearing this, Poros took a closer look and found that the River Styx surrounding the Coffin-Carrying God was gradually shrinking. After half a day at most, the Styx River would disappear without a trace, exposing the Coffin-Carrying God.

Poros was overjoyed, and said repeatedly: "Okay, corpse god, if you are in our pantheon, there must be a god of war. Then we don't worry, just wait for the Styx to disappear."

But Zhu Yao shook his head and said, "The night is long and there are many dreams. The longer the time drags on, the more variables there will be."

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and suddenly dozens of black holes of different sizes appeared on the ground below the Styx River, and the water of the Styx River poured in one after another as it passed by.

The hole was bottomless, and a large amount of water from the Styx River poured in, without even making a sound.

The Styx visibly narrows and shrinks.

"Attention! It is detected that the law of the underworld remains and is absorbing..."

"Absorption failed! EXP -1523"

"Successful absorption! EXP +2301"

"Absorption failed!...Absorption failed!...Absorption succeeded..."

With the influx of water from the Styx River, a large amount of information was displayed on the data panel. Zhu Yao glanced at it, did a simple mental calculation, and found that the evil cave was still standing, so he didn't care anymore.

The coffin-carrying god began to panic, commanding an army of corpses to besiege Zhu Yao, looking for a chance to escape.

Although the Styx protected him, it also restricted him at the same time. He couldn't cross the Styx and could only wait for the Styx to disappear.

Zhu Yao beat the shaman drum, continued to add movement speed and attack speed buffs to the evil units, and led the few remaining elite evil units to keep a leisurely distance from the army of corpses, seeing the wandering eyes of the coffin-carrying god , a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The battle was not deadlocked for too long, and the evil cave quickly absorbed all the water of the Styx River. The God of Carrying the Coffin glanced at Zhu Yao who was being chased by the army of dead corpses, carried the coffin on his back, and summoned a dead body of a two-headed lion to ride on it. .

Poros was in a hurry and shouted: "Corpse God, don't get entangled with this group of rotten meat, the God of Coffin Carrying is about to run away."

"Don't worry!" Zhu Yao said to himself, "He can't run away."

"I never said it, it was a one-on-one battle."

Zhu Yao squinted his eyes at the God of Carrying the Coffin who was running away, trying to catch a hazy light and shadow in his eyes.

Light and shadow suddenly appeared in front of the coffin-carrying god, the goat's hooves stepped on the heads of the two-headed lions, as light as leaves falling in the wind, the soft and long blue-purple hair fluttered, and a silver light came from under the faceless jade-colored mask. bell-like sound:

"Your followers are crying, do you hear that?"

The coffin-carrying god was terrified, and was about to pull down the coffin board and slap the Jade Soul God with his backhand, but the godhead couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't mobilize even a single bit of divine power.

The coffin-carrying god said in despair: "Death, death!"

He is a god of the lineage of death, subordinate to the god of death, one of the twelve main gods. Only the upper gods who have the power of death can suppress his divine power.

This has no distractions.

Jade Soul God stretched out his hand, pressed lightly on the forehead of the God who carried the coffin, and lamented: "O foreign gods from other lands! Why did you break the agreement with the believers and manipulate their corpses so that they cannot rest in peace?"

"I...I don't have one." The coffin-carrying god struggled with all his might, roaring ferociously: "Believers are only the blessings of the gods, and the gods don't need to abide by the agreement with the believers. The ultimate goal of farmers planting crops is to harvest fruits. A believer is no different from a crop."

"They are already dead! The corpses will rot, maggots, and turn into pus in the coffin. Why don't I use them to re-endow the corpses with the ability to fight and give them value again."

"I am God! Believers should respect me, love me, obey me, and dedicate everything to me."

"So that's how it is." God Jade Soul pushed slightly with his palm, pushing the soul of the coffin-carrying god out of his body, "It turns out that you can't hear the weeping and cursing of believers."

As soon as the white and translucent soul came out, the cold wind blew past, and it seemed that the god of the coffin-carrying body screamed in pain.

The [Little Hell Oil Pot] in the evil cave became agitated, the thick iron chains of the washbasin rattled, and the green-faced, fang-toothed imp knocked on the ground, howling excitedly:

"Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!"

"Get off the frying pan! Get off the frying pan! Get off the frying pan!"

Zhu Yao's expression moved, and the thick iron chain around the oil pan suddenly lengthened, passed through the entrance of the evil cave, wrapped up the soul of the god who was responsible for the blame, and threw it into the [Little Hell Oil Pan].

The hot oil in the oil pan is boiling, and the little ghosts use steel forks to tie the soul of the god who carries the coffin, and make him roll three times to the left and three times to the right in the oil pan. The next piece of meat, put it in your mouth, is delicious and jumps your feet.

The nine little ghosts quickly devoured the soul of the coffin-carrying god, but the soul was quickly reborn in the oil pan, and the little ghosts began to repeat the previous actions.

Every time the soul of the coffin-carrying god is eaten, the soul will become thinner, the experience value of [Hell Oil Pot] will increase by a bit, and the imp will become stronger.

After nine times, the soul of the coffin-carrying god will perish completely.

Losing his soul, the body of the coffin-carrying god fell heavily to the ground, and the army of dead corpses lost control, like puppets that had lost control of their silk threads, falling down in pieces.

Jade Soul God nodded at Zhu Yao, and suddenly turned into a hazy light and shadow and went away, as if he was just passing by.

"What a busy man."

Zhu Yao chuckled lightly, and said via voice transmission: "Mr. Bo Paopao, come out to collect the spoils."

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