The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

He is Di Hao, but he is also that otaku living on the earth. Immortality may be important, but if he just blindly cultivates and does not enjoy life, then what difference does this person have if he is alive or dead.

Now, it was rare to come to the ancient western world. If he didn't experience this feeling that was more real than the magic game, then he would be too sorry for himself.

"Woo!" The depressing and deep horn sounded.

The soldiers on the fence all picked up their weapons one after another, their eyes fixed on those ugly figures in the wilderness.

An obscure chant sounded, and Zhao Hao followed the sound, and the long-feared sorcerer raised his staff, and the spar at the top of the staff shone with blue light, and traces of the power of law loomed on the staff.

Strong magic power fluctuations, just over ten meters away in front of the wall, a wall of fire appeared, and hundreds of skeletons were swallowed by the sea of ​​flames.

"Archers, shoot."

The crude longbow throws arrows one after another. These arrows seem to spit out something that restrains the undead. When it hits the undead, the undead will burn naturally, and finally, completely burn up.

There were too many undead. Even though the mage used the range magic three times in a row, he still couldn't stop the undead.

Hand-to-hand combat began.

On the fence, dozens of warriors as strong as iron towers were waving broadswords and giant axes in their hands. Zhao Hao could feel that when their bodies exerted strength, the breath went into the weapons, and the weapons There was a red light shining on it.

The lighted weapon became sharper, easily cutting the undead climbing up the wall in half.

It will be interesting at that time, this is grudge.

The corners of Zhao Hao's mouth twitched, and there was a hint of playfulness in his smile.

Speaking of fighting qi, Zhao Hao thought of a person, Emperor Xiao, Xiao Yan, if among the heavens, the best player in playing fighting qi, I'm afraid it's this one, this one, almost Fighting Qi played tricks.

In the Zhutian Avenue exchange group, Zhao Hao had never seen the shadow of the Great Emperor, and naturally there was no communication between the two parties, but this did not prevent Zhao Hao from being curious about fighting qi.

Zhao Hao simply stood at the back and observed these fighters. Through Yuanshen, he rubbed the meridian circuit diagram of these fighters when they used Dou Qi, and then deduced it with Yuanshen, and finally deduced a Dou Qi Gong method.

"Outsiders, be careful." Not far away, a loud voice came.

Zhao Hao didn't raise his head, and the long sword in his hand slashed out casually. In the meridians in his body, a stream of air that was different from the strength and mana appeared, and flowed into the long sword. A green light shone on the blade of the long sword. Come.

The green light pierced through the air, and easily cut the several skeletons that rushed forward into two pieces.

At this moment, where Zhao Hao was, there was a brief silence, and the warriors in the village, including the mage in robes, looked at him in surprise.

Green vindictiveness, which represents a high-ranking jockey, this level of knights can only appear in those big cities, and there will not be one in a remote place like them in a hundred years.

Looking at the green grudge, at this moment, everyone on the fence, looking at Zhao Hao's eyes, became awed.

"The superior jockey, it is the superior jockey, our village has been saved." Who knows who shouted first, and then cheers resounded from the entire wall.

"Host, do you know, it's really boring if you do this, and it will waste a lot of time." When Zhao Hao killed the undead with fighting spirit and had a good time, Xiao Ling's disdainful voice came again. Sounded in my mind.

"Then tell me, what is meaningful?" Zhao Hao asked Xiao Ling in his mind while beheading the undead.

"Do your best to detach yourself and achieve immortality. This is what you should do." Xiao Ling said angrily with a tone of hatred for iron.

"Achieve an immortal body and transcend the Dao, what benefits can I get?" Zhao Hao then asked.

"Undead and immortal, endless life."

"Legends say that the chaotic rough stone in the chaos is the hardest thing in the universe. Even if the universe is destroyed, it will not be destroyed. From a certain point of view, the chaotic rough stone also has not only life, it can be said that it is immortal , then do you think its existence is meaningful?

"Zhao Hao smiled, then asked.

This time, Xiao Ling fell silent.

"Everything in the world can pursue longevity, but if it is only for longevity and loses the joy of this life, then what is the difference between him and the Chaos Stone." Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"Host, you are just arguing, how can a living being be the same as that chaotic stone." After a long silence, Xiao Ling said angrily.

Zhao Hao smiled without saying a word, and stopped arguing with the little spirit. The fighting spirit on the long sword in his hand raged around, and in the blink of an eye, more than hundreds of undead fell at his feet.

Gradually, the number of undead climbing up the wall decreased, and finally, a sharp ghostly laugh came from a distance, and the skeletons and zombies surrounded by the wall receded like a tide.

"My lord jockey, I have offended you a lot before, and I hope you don't blame me." The old village chief climbed up the fence and said to Zhao Hao in awe.

Looking at the little old man in front of him, Zhao Hao looked around for a week, and every time his gaze fell on a person, the person would lower his head and put the weapon on his chest, as if saluting him.

Well, this place is indeed the same as those magical worlds. No matter where the powerful jockeys and magicians go, people will be sincerely awed by them.

The bloody battle was over. Although the villagers successfully repelled the undead, more than 20 strong men still died in this battle.

In the big room next to the temple, the hall is brightly lit, and the long table is filled with all kinds of food. The men who came down from the wall alive drink here. In the village, the women who have become widows The crying sound has long been forgotten.