Quadruple split.

Chapter 900 Dragon Tomb
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The Land of Innocence, the Northwest Continent, the End of the Dragon Clan, deep underground, the Bone Burial Ground
Mo Lanlan slowly opened his eyes, looking around at the hairy mess around him. The turbid and deep darkness did not affect him in any way, so much so that the 'remains' that were almost piled up in the hills outside were even broken into pieces. There was no fig leaf to cover it, and it was so sternly presented in his pair of black eyes, quiet and low-key, just the posture that a corpse should have.

The last time 'Mo' was offline was at [-]:[-] am on the same day.

At that moment, at least a hundred powerful undead creatures surrounded him furiously, trying to kill this stupid, arrogant human who broke into the tomb without authorization.

And now, ten hours and twenty-four minutes later, the uninvited guest who should have been torn into pieces and wiped out of existence by the dragons from the soul level is still sitting on the weird statue under him, unscathed .

The offensive of the 'Spirit Guardians' at all costs, except for exhausting their own power accumulated for countless years, failed to achieve the slightest effect.

These loyal spirit bodies can't even touch the body that has no soul for more than ten hours, and can almost be said to be slaughtered.

This is really a thing that sounds absurd, but what makes this absurdity come true are the two ghosts standing around the statue of the fallen angel...

【prisoner】

Summoning creatures
Health: 120600/185000
Stamina: 163400/250000
Traits: Distortion, Forge, Distortion

Skills: none

[Remarks: Huang Quan is a prisoner on death row. 】

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【Dry Soul】

Summoning creatures
Health: 1/1
Stamina: 1/1
Mana: 1/1
Acuity: 1/1
Faith: 1/1
Rage: 1/1
Traits: Reflection, Invisibility, Frenzy

Skills: NA/NA
[Remarks: A lonely soul in Hell. 】

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The shape of the summoned creature called Prisoner is quite similar to that of a human being. It is about three meters high. Its head is wrapped in some kind of black leather of unknown texture, and it is filled with an exaggerated number of white bone needles. Its eyes, mouth and nose The body, ears and other places are even more sewn with integrated and interlaced metal wires, which looks grotesque and terrifying.

Its upper body, which is naked in the air, is gray-white, full of explosive muscles, and every inch is branded with ghost-like spell marks. Layers of iron chains are wrapped around the wrists and ankles, but the end is not the kind that is easy to think of. Instead of iron balls, there are four coffins inserted upside down on the ground like iron stakes. The two coffins locked with hands are no different in size from ordinary coffins, while the other two are more than double the size and must be at least four times taller. Mi Chutou, the surface is all engraved with the same curse seal as the prisoner's body.

"Owner."

As if feeling something, this strange and not-so-intelligent creature turned around the moment Mo opened his eyes, and gave the latter a deep salute. The mask that wanted to kill the user moved slightly, and made a sound... like a middle-aged gentleman, completely inconsistent with his painting style.

Be mature, respectful, and courteous.

"Owner."

The other guardian bowed his body to pay respects to Mo Fu's chest. He was also a summoned creature that had resisted the 'Spirit Guardian' for more than ten hours. The shape of the [Dried Soul] was relatively normal compared to that of the [Prisoner] next to him. It has a very petite figure, and its always hunched body is not as tall as the prisoner's hips even if it stands upright. It is wearing a dirty gray long coat, and its hair is dirty, long and dense, completely hiding its appearance. Below, at first glance, it looks like a wrinkled underage beggar gang disciple.

Compared with the prisoner, its voice is not out of harmony. Simply put, it is the slightly hoarse neutral juvenile voice that can be uttered by both men and women.

"How much is left?"

Mo didn't look at them, but raised his head, revealing the face that was exactly the same as Mo Tan and Hei Fan, and asked a faint question.

Perhaps it was because it was impossible to be seen by others, or perhaps it was because of the need of the situation, at this moment Mo was not wearing his mask [sealed sin].

"There are about [-]% left, Master."

The prisoner immediately responded with its magnetic voice with a strong sense of disobedience, and added after a brief pause: "Although the order you gave us before you left was to guard this body, those garbage have been trying to Attacking you, so we can only make some counterattacks appropriately, accidentally..."

"Killed a little more."

Withered Soul stupidly finished speaking for the prisoner who immediately shut up because Mo glanced at him.

"It's okay."

Averting his eyes from the trembling prisoner, Mo glanced at the dotted blue ghost flames in the distance: "It's just some inferior puppets, it doesn't matter even if they are completely killed."

"what do you mean……"

"I have given enough patience and sincerity. Before further negotiations, let's get rid of those unsightly things."

Mo Tan stood up, slowly walked down the [Fallen God Statue] obliquely inserted on the ground, under the eyes of the prisoners and withered souls who couldn't see him, he said calmly: "One minute."

"Yes, Master!"

"Great!"

In the next second, the pair of summoned creatures, which were not normal in every sense, had disappeared in place, pounced on their 'prey' full of joy.

Before a giant skeleton tens of meters long and exuding a cold air could react, its neck was broken by two roaring coffins, and it was brutally pierced through the skull in the next instant without any resistance. The power of the 'extinguished'.

Not far away, a bone dragon that seems to be the same as other dragon corpses at first glance, but with three pairs of bone wings, two heads and more than forty eyes is raging among those "kinds". The insidious 'Dragon's Breath' mixed with a large number of distorted attributes burned and wiped out enemies three times as much as the prisoner in an instant.

There are only about thirty 'inferior' undead creatures left, for a whole minute...

It's a little too loose.

……

ten minutes later
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As if calculated, after sending back the two increasingly noisy summoned creatures, Mo, who was traveling unimpeded, appeared in front of a stone gate at this exact moment.

Here is the end of this burial ground and the entrance to another tomb.

"It's annoying."

Mo repeated what he said earlier when he first entered this space, and then raised his right hand and pressed it on the stone door in front of him, which was huge enough for two adult dragons to pass through side by side: "I'm looking for Bosh. Jia Long, please do me a favor."

With his right hand as the center, the pitch-black shadow began to spread rapidly——

"You are very rude, young man."

A low growl full of anger sounded from behind the stone door that had been covered by two-thirds of the shadow.

"Is it?"

Mo smiled noncommittally, and said lightly: "I have left you at least ten hours, Mr. Gatekeeper, and even thoughtfully arranged for two rather docile guys to help you understand the strength between us. During this period of time, you can choose to open this empty door at any time, instead of letting me, who has exhausted my patience, knock on it myself."

boom! ! !
The moment the shadow finally covered the door, the latter turned into powder with a dull explosion, melting in the air like fine snow before falling to the ground.

"I've given you ten hours too, stupid impertinent."

The cold golden vertical pupils stared at Mo without blinking. The owner of the eyes was a young man with long flaxen hair who looked to be in his twenties. He was wearing a set of delicate silver light armor. Its strengths are limited. There are a pair of silver horns growing on both sides of the forehead. The back of the hands, the side of the neck, and the cheeks are also covered with silver scales. There is also a pair of dragon wings with a wingspan of about three meters on the back. At first glance, it looks like a young Half-Dragon.

But in fact, he is a silver dragon, a genuine, powerful silver dragon that has been dead for thousands of years.

"Spyro Davian, gatekeeper of Dragoncroft."

The silver dragon in human form stared at the young human in front of him, with icy anger burning in his eyes: "If you think that I am the same as those undead creatures who took countless years to develop a little consciousness based on the powerful physique of the dragon race, then Big mistake."

"Mo, a nobody."

Mo walked slowly into the Dragon Tomb, casually looking at the exquisite reliefs around him and the thick jewels piled up on the ground, and asked casually: "So, what you said also gave me ten hours , just to make me think clearly that the real gatekeeper and those undead outside are two different things, right?"

Spyro Davian didn't answer. He just held his right hand in front of his body and grabbed a short stick with colorful lights out of thin air. He said with a sneer, "I don't know how to be polite."

"bluff."

Mo Yan said something succinctly, then took half a step to the left unhurriedly, dodging more than a dozen flashes of light composed of various elements such as fire, thunder, ice, wind, and earth, while walking slowly Walking towards Spyro, whose face gradually became stiff, he asked in a tone like chatting with a friend: "The spatial structure here seems very interesting. If I guessed correctly, the so-called Dragon Tomb... should be a large number of people attached to the front. The subspace on the Boneyard, and the 'front hall' you are guarding, is a place similar to a transfer station."

"What do you mean...uh!"

Spyro couldn't finish his sentence, the reason was very simple, just when he was staring at the strange human in front of him, and was about to brew a powerful magic that would make the latter unavoidable, suddenly Missed the target.

Not only that, the elemental circles that Spyro had carefully hidden in the alien plane also lost contact with it at the same time.

"I mean, if possible, I hope you can show me the way, Mr. Gatekeeper."

"!?"

A calm voice sounded from a short distance away. Spyro Davian, who had real legendary strength during his lifetime, and became a dracolich after his death, who kept improving himself, turned his head to look sideways in horror. The eyes of the young humans who seemed to hide an abyss met.

At the same time, more than a dozen magic circles of different sizes and scales also appeared beside the two of them with a series of spatial fluctuations, firmly locking their casters themselves!
"Brilliant magical skills."

Mo raised his head and glanced at the well-structured and exquisitely structured compound magic circles in midair, and smiled at Spyro, "If it was the 'Dragon Sage' Spyro Davian, I'm afraid I'd die with my whole body now." You can't even retreat, but it's a pity that you are now so weak that you are not as good as the past [-] percent, heh, if the person who came here today is not me, you may be able to use this artistic level of spellcasting to get around, it's a pity... . . . "

He didn't continue talking, but Spyro, who not only lost his target under his nose, but also quietly controlled all the spells as a spellcaster, completely understood.

The uneasy human man in front of him is definitely not something he can stop now.

That's right, the current self can't do it at all!
But if it was Spyro the dragon sage in his lifetime, or Spyro the dracolich before 'that incident' happened, no matter how strange the power this young man possessed, I am sure that it will be difficult for him to get over it step!
Unfortunately……

"The dynasty that rose like a miracle ruined everything."

Mo walked past Spyro slowly, and said softly: "They pulled the giant dragon standing at the top of the food chain off the altar, they made your loose country fall apart, they cut off the inheritance of the golden dragon lineage, and the giant dragon Your pride was turned into ruins, your dragon blood was painted on the battle flags, your pride was trampled under the dust, even this dragon mound was sealed under the dead ruins, and it was hard to see the light of day."

Spyro clenched his fists tightly, turned his back to his theoretical 'enemy' and gritted his teeth: "What on earth do you want to say? If you plan to tell me how the Sun Dynasty destroyed the pride of the Dragon Clan, Bosh has already Told us."

"I think it's a pity, because if there hadn't been that accident, even if a young man like me broke into this place, he wouldn't pose any threat to this mausoleum, and now..."

Mo sighed softly, shook his head and said, "You...and your other compatriots who have not lost their souls and tried their best to maintain this dragon mound with their accumulation for thousands of years, who can stop my blasphemy? ?”

Spyro turned around abruptly, pointed the radiant short staff at Mo and said sharply: "Even if this remnant soul is involved, I will..."

"You can only fight for this remnant soul."

Mo turned his head slightly, his abyss-like eyes were sharp and cold: "It's so pitiful that it makes people sympathize."

"you……"

"I, maybe I can give you another way."

"Oh, is there a clear way?"

"A road of no return."

Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters: the end

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