Chapter 1216

Besides his own strength increasing and his foundation becoming solid, the strength of his undead had also improved.

Combining both, Lin Moyu finally broke through the limitations of God King Rank 9, temporarily elevating his strength to the level of a Lesser God Venerable.

If it were before, as soon as he raised his soul to the Lesser God Venerable level, it would shatter within seconds, making it impossible to use for combat.

But now, his soul can maintain the Lesser God Venerable state for a period of time, and if he can obtain replenishment during this period, the duration can be further extended.

The Golden Eagle Race member finally realized the source of his unease, "You are not God King Rank 9, you are a Lesser God Venerable!"

He let out a strange cry, fear sprouting in his heart, and his first reaction was to flee!

He was not the only one with this thought; the other five had it too.

Now, they no longer had the intention to kill Lin Moyu; they just wanted to leave.

But Lin Moyu would not give them the chance.

With a point of his finger, a red light hummed and lit up.

The six of them felt a sharp pain in their heads simultaneously; their souls had been attacked, and their movements paused accordingly.

Fusion Technique: Time Curse!

Although Lin Moyu's soul enhancement had improved, his techniques remained at the True God Rank 9 state and had not improved accordingly.

A True God Rank 9 technique, coupled with the 10x damage from [Strong Soldier], could only make them feel soul pain and delay them for half a second.

Half a second was enough for Lin Moyu to do many things.

Undying Flame appeared in the air, the skeleton throne flew out from the flames, and the Skeleton King rose from the throne.

Endless skeletons appeared densely, almost instantly enveloping everyone and surrounding them completely.

The skeletons could not pose a threat to them, but they could delay them, buying time for Lin Moyu.

The soul fire in the Skeleton King's skull flickered violently, and crimson light shot out from its hollow eyes, firmly locking onto the Golden Eagle Race member as it swung its bone sword.

Technique: God Slayer!

The sword light lit up, and the Golden Eagle Race member immediately let out a strange cry.

At this moment, the Skeleton King had reached God King Rank 9, and with the [Strong Soldier] buff, its damage was increased by 10 times, faintly surpassing God King Rank 9.

Even if it hadn't reached the level of a Lesser God Venerable, it was infinitely close to it.

With one God Slayer slash, the God King of the Golden Eagle Race could not withstand it at all and was severely injured on the spot.

Golden feathers were sliced off in unison, his expression was listless, and his golden light dimmed.

He was horrified in his heart and was preparing to shoot out all his feathers to use the Golden Eagle Race's life-saving method to escape.

But the scene before his eyes suddenly changed; the yellow sand disappeared, and a starry sky descended.

In an instant, the world changed, and he felt as if he were in the starry sky of the Great World.

"An illusion!"

He was terrified; how could he have fallen into an illusion, and when did the illusion appear?

In the starry sky, a giant comparable to a star appeared.

The giant raised its palm, carrying an aura capable of destroying stars, and slapped it down towards him.

The illusion was too real; even if he knew it was an illusion, it was of no use.

Even a God King could not remain calm in such an illusion.

The Golden Eagle Race member let out a terrified scream, all his feathers exploded, and he instantly turned into a vulture.

He used his life-saving technique; after exploding his feathers, he turned into a golden light and fled into the depths of the starry sky.

But the giant moved faster; the giant hand fell and slapped him back.

The Golden Eagle Race member was full of despair, and the vitality in his eyes was gradually fading.

The giant spewed flames, engulfing him.

The Golden Eagle Race member was trapped in a sea of fire, screaming incessantly!

In the real world, the Golden Eagle Race member exploded his feathers, unleashing astonishing speed.

But because of the limitations of the Yellow Earth Desert, as soon as his speed picked up, he was forcibly stopped by the rules of the desert.

It was as if he had hit an invisible wall and was bounced back.

Then the Flame Lich summoned the projection of the Law Galaxy, and endless flames poured onto him, engulfing him.

The Golden Eagle Race member died the fastest; he was first severely injured by the Skeleton King, and then used his life-saving technique, leading to weakened strength.

Otherwise, relying solely on the Flame Lich, it wouldn't be so easy to burn a powerhouse of the same realm to death.

Lin Moyu moved, arriving in front of the half-dead Golden Eagle Race member, and decapitated him with one sword strike.

The sharp bone sword, wrapped in the Undying Law, corroded the last of the Golden Eagle Race member's laws, severed his neck, and a bald head with a sharp beak shot into the sky.

Blood with a hint of golden radiance gushed out from the crimson, staining the Yellow Earth Desert.

A surge of soul power was absorbed; part of it was converted into the power source to maintain the Origin Technique, and the other part was purified and refined by the Talent Giant Tree and the nine-colored dragon soul crystal.

Lin Moyu collected the corpse of the Golden Eagle Race member, gaining another God King Rank 9 material.

He turned to look at the other five; in Lin Moyu's eyes, these five were also just materials.

The five were now also trapped in their respective illusions, unable to extricate themselves.

The Starlight Lich's illusion could trap a God King Rank 9 powerhouse; if it only trapped one, it could trap them for a relatively long time.

If the number was too large, the duration of the illusion would decrease accordingly.

Now that it was trapping five people at once, the illusion's duration would not exceed five minutes.

Five minutes was a very, very long time for a God King Rank 9, enough for Lin Moyu to kill them many times over.

With the Skeleton King and the Flame Lich, who also possessed God King Rank 9 combat power, plus Lin Moyu himself, whose realm had reached the Lesser God Venerable level.

The three of them cooperated to carry out a massacre of the five trapped people.

…

The oasis remained quiet; the world of yellow sand dancing in the air in the distance seemed to exist in a different space from the oasis.

Here, there was no fighting, like a pure land.

No one present dared to violate the rules established by Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang with the might of a Lesser God Venerable.

At this moment, they were all discussing Lin Moyu.

No one thought Lin Moyu could return alive; under the pursuit of six God King Rank 9 powerhouses, with the Wolf Race providing markings and the Golden Eagle Race possessing a speed advantage, Lin Moyu was doomed to die.

But most people didn't care about Lin Moyu's life or death; it was none of their business, and Lin Moyu was just a topic of conversation.

Chapter 1343: They Must Have Caught Up, But Were Killed

Die Xing'er had originally been comforted and was no longer very worried, but listening to the discussions of the crowd, the worry in her heart inevitably rose again.

As her good sisters, Xuan Yu, Shui Luoyu, and Shui Luoyi comforted her again, but the effect was minimal.

In fact, in the Great World, life and death were too common.

Entities like Die Xing'er, who had already cultivated to God King Rank 9, had long seen through it.

It could only be said that the nature of the Butterfly Race was truly too kind; no matter how powerful the realm, it could not change their nature.

In other words, the Butterfly Race was a bit of a bleeding heart.

In the Great World, a bleeding heart personality was a flaw that would invite disaster.

But the Butterfly Race had one other advantage; their bleeding heart was only directed towards the Human Race.

Once playthings and slaves, they were eventually saved by the Human Race and became allies of the Human Race.

The Butterfly Race's bleeding heart was only directed at the Human Race.

Xuan Yu remained calm, "Don't worry too much; he should have a way to escape."

She had said this several times, but it was ineffective.

Die Xing'er's gaze lingered in the direction Lin Moyu had left, and suddenly her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

She saw a figure appear from the end of her line of sight, stepping on the yellow sand, walking seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

"He is back." Xuan Yu noticed Die Xing'er's strangeness immediately, looked in the direction of her gaze, and saw Lin Moyu.

Each race had its own characteristics, and the one that could be recognized at a glance was the Human Race.

The only Human Race here was Lin Moyu.

Die Xing'er saw Lin Moyu, the worry in her eyes quickly faded, and she nodded with a smile, "He is really fine."

Xuan Yu's expression changed somewhat, "He is fine, but the few guys who chased after him did not return."

Lin Moyu returned safely, but the few who pursued him did not; the result was self-evident.

The sisters Shui Luoyu and Shui Luoyi said in unison, "It seems his strength is very, very strong."

Xuan Yu whispered, "Someone who can be listed first on the Demon Race's kill list is truly extraordinary."

Lin Moyu approached rapidly, and many people saw him.

They showed expressions of shock one after another; some had strange expressions and muttered to themselves, "He is actually fine. Could it be that those guys didn't catch up to him?"

Some smart people showed vigilance in their eyes, "They definitely caught up. With the Wolf Race's marking, how could they not catch up?"

"He returned, but those guys didn't. Could it be that he killed them all?"

"The Golden Eagle Race, the Wolf Race, the Three Silver Race—none of them are easy to provoke."

"I smell blood; there is the blood of the Golden Eagle Race, and also the blood of the Wolf Race…"

Everyone present realized what had happened.

Although they couldn't believe it, they had to.

The few people who pursued Lin Moyu were all dead, killed by Lin Moyu.

For such an existence capable of killing powerhouses of the same realm, no matter who it was, they had to be vigilant.

Die Xing'er originally wanted to go over, but Xuan Yu pulled her back again, signaling that she didn't need to go.

Because Lin Moyu had already changed direction and was not coming towards the oasis.

After approaching the oasis, Lin Moyu suddenly changed direction and headed towards the deeper areas.

He returned to the oasis just to enter Area 9; he had no intention of returning to the oasis to rest.

Killing a few God King Rank 9 powerhouses was just a trivial matter.

From afar, he smiled slightly at Die Xing'er, and then headed towards Area 9.

There were 9 huge fireballs in the sky that had been burning for countless years and had been numbered one by one by people.

Among them, fireballs number 8 and 9 were side by side, jointly radiating the deeper areas.

After his previous encounter, Lin Moyu could already guess that the area radiated by fireball number 8 should belong to the area controlled by the Demon Race.

And Area 9 was an area where scattered individuals of different races were active, and the existence that managed these scattered individuals and unified their power was none other than Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang.

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang was a Little Buddha, which was a Lesser God Venerable in the Great World.

With him guarding, the Demon Race did not dare to go too far.

As for the Sand Tribe and the Earth Monsters, Lin Moyu had not seen them yet.

He felt that these two races most likely also occupied a place in the deeper areas.

If the two races joined forces, their strength would not be too weak, and perhaps they also had a Lesser God Venerable guarding them.

Calculating this way, there should also be a Lesser God Venerable within the Demon Race.

The existence of Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang made Lin Moyu think of many things.

At the same time, the appearance of the Buddhist Clan also made Lin Moyu feel that something was wrong.

The Buddhist Clan had always avoided participating in conflicts between races; they only recruited believers, and people of any race could join the Buddhist Clan.

Once they joined the Buddhist Clan, they were completely severed from their own race and became part of the Buddhist Clan.