Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 556: Found 1 batch of idols

After being on the road together for a while, Lin Sanjiu discovered that Zaoji, the **** with brown lips, was having a hard time.

He has no territory, and no fallen species as soldiers. He only has some idols that he doesn’t know where they came from, hidden in a place that he refused to tell Lin Sanjiu no matter what. Judging from his size, the number is estimated to be too high. Not too much. Generally speaking, Zaoji's sneak attacks against other gods were unsuccessful seven or eight times out of ten; in the remaining two or three times, the **** who was attacked by surprise became angry and turned around to hunt him down. All the way.

Just when he was about to change his tactics and capture a "meat man" to carve a statue of the **** for him, the meat man unexpectedly showed a surprising ability - this time, Zaoji joined Lin Sanjiu. It's full of expectations.

“This world is so unfair,” he explained to Lin Sanjiu with a gloomy face. “Powerful gods can easily become more powerful, but those of us with relatively low strength can’t become even a little bit stronger. It’s very strenuous.”

It seems that there is also a Matthew effect in the love of God... Lin Sanjiu thought wildly.

"By the way, don't you have the ability to speak your mind?" She sat on Zaoji's shoulder and asked, "It's impossible for every **** to know what your ability is... Can you find someone who doesn't?" Isn’t it enough to get to know your God once?”

"If it were that simple, I would have been the only true **** in this world. That is a broken ability and can only be used on gods whose divine power level is more than 9 levels lower than mine, or on people and ants other than gods. "Zaoji had already lowered his voice as much as possible, but Lin Sanjiu could still clearly hear the buzzing sound of his vocal cords vibrating.

"What level are you at?"

Zaoji refused to answer this question, but turned around and said: "...Have you seen those three gods before? A little shrimp of more than ten levels wants to rise to another level, no matter what messy methods. You have to give it a try, but it will be difficult to succeed... Therefore, whether you can take down all the belongings of that false **** in one fell swoop depends on your ability."

Lin Sanjiu swallowed, "You... can you describe that **** again?"

Zaoji took a long breath from his nostrils to express his dissatisfaction. "Let me say this for the last time, remember it! That false **** looks like an old man with a very long nose. He is probably at the level of more than 20 levels of divine power. He must have collected three or four abilities, and they are all a little better than me. Count him. Good luck. The territory is not big, and there are not many fallen species, only about a hundred..."

From this point of view, Zaoji's ability should not exceed level 30 at most. Lin Sanjiu sighed secretly in his heart, not knowing how he was going to fight against a **** who was over level 20.

She once mentioned to Zaoji that her missing friend was a very smart man. If he was found first, it would not be difficult to attack anyone - but Zaoji was not stupid and refused immediately. She said: "Who knows how long it will take to find him? I'm just going to look for him? You can search for him, but you can't miss the attack on the false god."

What makes Lin Sanjiu even more difficult to bargain with is that Zaoji did fulfill his part of the promise.

Along the way, they passed many places where the "territory of gods" was said to exist. He never took action and just moved towards the nearest desert; and the vastness of the world of God's Love has far exceeded the forest. Sanjiu's imagination, even with the size of a god, took them nearly two weeks of effort before they finally saw a vague line of sand and yellow dust in the distance.

After such a long time, Ji Shanqing must have gone far away. Even if she didn't consider this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel the deep disappointment in her heart - with just one glance, she could tell: this was not the desert where she was separated from the gift bag.

It is also a desert, but here it is covered with endless sand dunes, large and small, covered with circles of sand rings of dark and light colors. From the layers of sand rings, sparse and scattered... Thorns, shrubs, cacti... Although the field of vision is just a patch of earthy yellow and dark green, it is far busier and more lively than another desert.

Although there is no trace of the gift bag here, the agreement is the agreement. Zaoji is very insistent on this point, and no matter what, he must conquer the territory of the gods here before leaving.

"After I take down all the statues of this false god, my divine power will increase to some extent, and then it will be much faster to find the next desert." In addition to the damaged spiritual skills, Zaoji seemed to have the ability to blend himself into the surrounding environment; he squatted down again, staring at the desert in front of him, and said to Lin Sanjiu in a breathy voice.

They lay down for a whole afternoon, and the sand dune in front of them was still deathly silent. Apart from the bursts of dust raised by the wind and the strange ball-like plants rolling past lightly, there was not even a single person in sight.

Lin Sanjiu bit the bullet and waited until nightfall.

In the desert at night, the air suddenly became cold, so cold that there was no warning - it was as if someone suddenly turned down the air conditioner. Before Lin Sanjiu could react, she had already sneezed.

"Don't make a sound!" Zaoji immediately scolded her in a breathy voice - bursts of smelly wind came out of his mouth, causing the low shrubs beside them to rustle and sway.

Looking towards the bushes subconsciously, at this moment, Lin Sanjiu jumped up from his shoulders.

"Down below," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the roots of the bushes - the desert that was originally piled up in a ring suddenly started to flow in circles, getting faster and faster. It seemed as if it was going to devour anyone who dared to stand in the sand. Looking further, every sand dune is spinning like a sand top.

Zaoji was startled and found that his feet were quickly buried in the sand. He was about to get up, but before he could stand up completely, several quicksands nearby had revealed a hollow in the center. Out of the dark depths below, it was as if the earth had opened its mouth.

One person and one **** took a few steps back, and found that the speed of the quicksand gradually slowed down again, as if it was just to expose the hollow underneath.

"What...what is this?" Lin Sanjiu asked blankly. Zaoji briefly responded, "This is one of the abilities of that false god," and hid his figure again.

Slowly, vague shadows of flesh were poked out from the underground holes one after another. As if full of fear and concern about the outside world, these shadows crawled out tremblingly and hesitantly, gradually revealing their withered and bloodless skin and tired and numb faces under the dim moonlight.

It’s a meat man!

The thought came to Lin Sanjiu's mind, and then he saw Zaoji let out a breath of "ha", and as if he was too excited to hold back, he stretched out a long brown tongue, flicked it in the air and then retracted it. He went back, but held back and did not take any action.

Different from the meat men at the Mother Goddess, the skin of these meat men is frighteningly pale, as if they have not seen the sun all year round. Their bodies are stooped, and the skinny ribs look distinct from the back. The name of a person. Their hair has almost fallen out, leaving sparse clumps and patches on their scalps as white as paper - no one is wearing clothes, but it is almost impossible to distinguish between male and female.

"The old **** you were talking about originally hid his territory under the desert..." Lin Sanjiu asked quietly, "But why are these fleshmen coming out? Why don't the fallen species ignore them?"

She did not expect that the answer to this question would soon crawl out of the underground cave. After all the fleshmen walked out, after a while, one after another, strange-looking heads with hurried expressions began to appear - it was the fallen species that were following behind.

Apparently, they regarded the meat humans as pathfinding animals and drove them out from under the quicksand. Seeing that it was calm outside, the fallen species finally felt relieved and swarmed out like a swarm of locusts. ~IndoMTL.com~ It makes people’s scalp numb just by looking at it.

Lin Sanjiu was looking puzzled when she turned around and met a pair of huge, lustless eyes like black holes.

"What are you still doing here?" Following Zaoji's low voice, the fishy wind blew through Lin Sanjiu, blowing up waves of sand and dust behind her. "Go and inquire and find out what's going on."

It seemed that he was afraid that this was a trap set by an old man.

After all, in the love of God, both flesh and fallen species are precious materials: Needless to say, the role of flesh humans directly determines how many statues a **** can have; and fallen species are also indispensable for maintaining the territory. What's missing is that they can go around collecting materials for idols, guard their territory, hunt down evolved people, and create more fallen species... It is indeed too abnormal to let such precious resources go out like this.

But when Lin Sanjiu landed on the sand and just walked towards the underground cavity, he saw a long, thin, pointed, anteater-like head suddenly revealed on a sand dune in front of him; and then, The fallen creature opened its mouth, and its long head suddenly split into two flat halves: "God, the only true God! I feel your presence, please accept your wandering people!"

Lin Sanjiu was startled, and when he looked back, Zaoji still hadn't appeared - he indeed had abilities similar to those of a chameleon: The sky under the night sky was empty, with only a patch of sand and clumps of plants, nothing to look at. It turns out there is a **** here.

“The false **** we originally served was killed by another false god, but for some reason the other false **** did not stop and only left us... Now we can meet the only true god. It is really our greatest honor. ..."

When Lin Sanjiu slid smoothly into an underground cavity, the sharp voice of the pointed-headed fallen species echoed far under the night sky. (To be continued.)