Chapter 1551

Lin Moyu chuckled, "In that war tens of thousands of years ago, you Poison God Clan also participated. I remember that there were thirteen life galaxies in the Suzaku Star Territory, and hundreds of billions of people were poisoned by you, right? ¨~.”

The thick fog rolled more violently, and the Poison God clansman said coldly, "We have already paid the price afterwards!"

Xiao Zhantian did indeed invade the Poison God Clan's ancestral land afterwards and wiped out at least two-thirds of the Poison God Clan, causing them to almost be exterminated.

Later, although the Poison God Clan managed to survive, their number of members dropped sharply and they fell out of the ranks of powerful clans.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it still hasn't slowed down.

Lin Moyu continued, "Although I don't know why Xiao Zhanshen finally gave up and let you live."

"But our two clans are mortal enemies, so that's no problem."

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

Lin Moyu snapped his fingers, "In this case, how can you expect me to let you go?"

In an instant, countless sword energies erupted at the same time. The white sword energy tore apart the dense fog of death, and the Poison God tribesmen hidden in the dense fog suddenly emerged.

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

But facing the dense sword energy, his dodge was useless.

In order to prevent the Vajra Demon and the Golden Eagle tribe from escaping, he locked the starry sky with his own hands and blocked the transmission equipment.

Now, the move has become his own reminder.

The sword energy tore apart his thick fog and tore his body apart.

In the thick fog, the appearance of the Poison God clansmen was revealed.

The slender body, legs and six hands, look very strange.

Change the angle, or let him lie down, and he looks a bit like a spider.

The sword energy cut off his hands and feet and tore apart his body.

Black blood flowed out, emitting a sour smell.

People of the Poison God Clan are born with poison, and their whole bodies are filled with poison.

After easily disposing of them, Lin Moyu popped out a ball of immortal flame from his finger.

The immortal flames exploded and fell on the minced meat of the three corpses.

In the blazing flames, the three corpses were reborn with flesh and blood, 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 member of the Poison God Clan, "Is there any restriction in your soul?"

The Poison God tribesman answered honestly, "Yes."

Sure enough, he didn't even need to ask.

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

Fortunately, the human race never places restrictions. After all, it is a powerful race, and the God King realm does not have access to too many secrets.

The same is true for the Golden Eagle Clan and the Demon Clan. Their star territory is vast and they are not afraid of prying eyes from other clans.

But the Poison God Clan can't do it. Maybe it used to be the same as the Human Clan, but it can't do it now.

Where their ancestral land is is the biggest secret.

If other races find out, they might get a knock on the door the next day.

There are many enemies of the Poison God Clan, and there are many people who want to destroy their race.

Lin Moyu had no hope and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me everything you can about the Poison God Clan."

"yes!"

He immediately started telling the story. As the God King of the Poison God Clan, he didn't know much about the secrets, but he still knew a lot about general things.

The Poison God Clan is now huddled in a mysterious area, never interacting with outsiders, and recuperating.

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

Among all ethnic groups, this number is not too small, but it is still far behind the powerful ethnic groups.

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

It can be seen from his words that Xiao Zhantian did beat them quite badly back then.

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

The members of the Poison God Clan were at their worst when there was not even a single one left.

After listening, Lin Moyu wrote down the information, turned around and came to the water of death.

A force of soul stretched out and enveloped the water of death.

Wrapped in soul power, the water of death gradually shrinks.

From ten meters in diameter, it eventually became 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 could 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 heart, the Golden Eagle clan members came to his feet and became his mounts, flying together towards the ancient tomb.

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

Many of these races are suitable for use as mounts.

(Nuoqian) The Golden Eagle Clan is one of them.

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

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

Lin Moyu once used the Golden Eagle Clan as a mount. Since then, he has felt the advantage. It is really much easier to use than the Battle King Tower.

"｀.It is said that the best mount is the Dragon Clan, but the Dragon Clan..."

He thought about Antares, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and thought about it and let it go.

Ordinary dragons may not be able to see it themselves. If a divine dragon is used as a mount, it is estimated that Antares can spray himself to death with a breath of dragon breath.

Lin Moyu put aside the distracting thoughts in her heart and stopped thinking about unrealistic possibilities.

He still remembered his promise to Antares. When Antares returned to the big world, he would accompany Antares to fight back to the Dragon Clan.

If you want to kill the dragon clan, you need to be strong, otherwise it will just be a gift.

Lin Moyu felt that he had to at least reach the divine realm to see it.

Gradually, a magnificent tomb appeared in sight.

Chapter 1,273 The first test: speed!

There is a strong smell of death in the ancient tombs.

Lin Moyu had already sensed this aura even though he was thousands of kilometers away.

It is the real breath of death, different from the breath of the law of death, and closer to the power of death of the law of immortality.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference between the two. Only Lin Moyu, a master of the Immortal Law, can tell the difference between the two.

Lin Moyu stood on the back of the Golden Eagle Clan, quietly feeling the breath of death emanating from the tomb.

It is exactly the same as the death aura in the mysterious manor. It can be concluded that the two come from the same world.

But Shenzhuang Manor is like an independent world, or a projection of another world, which can only be felt by entering it.

The ancient tombs have already arrived in the big world and are gradually integrating with the big world.

Lin Moyu felt a trace of the law of death from the breath of death.

The law of death is a law belonging to the big world, which shows that the law of death is penetrating the ancient tombs.

This penetration is slow but ongoing.

"Penetration, change, integration..."

Lin Moyu seemed to have some realization, as if he had caught something, but he didn't seem to realize anything.

He clearly realized that it was because his level was not high enough.

This change seems to involve the origin of the law, which is still too far away from him.

The ancient tomb gradually enlarged in sight. Nowadays, there are not many people coming to the ancient tomb 797, at least not many from the human race.

Thousands of years ago, people would enter ancient tombs to explore almost every day.

If you can get a magic weapon from it, you can get amazing benefits.

Later, the ancient tomb became dangerous, and almost all the magic weapons inside were taken away, so fewer and fewer people came.

Most people come to areas 7-10 just for the water of death.

The aura of the ancient tombs is getting stronger and stronger. When they are still 100,000 kilometers away, the aura of the ancient tombs is overwhelming.

It's like the waves of the ocean, beating on the body and soul.

The soul world is shaking under the impact of the breath of death. If you have not reached the third level soul, you will not be able to block the impact of the breath of death.