Chapter 1207 Dreaming of a Killing Monk
Almost all the Six Paths Lords have their own ideas about the construction of the [Investiture of the Gods]. Mo Cheng's idea is to obtain rare trophies through battles and then build it. Of course, due to his [Pledge of Poverty], trophies are not suitable for him.
Therefore, Lord Shura's idea is the simplest and most direct one, which is to kill the enemy through battle and then shape the enemy's remnants.
In a sense, this thing can also be called an alternative Jingguan.
The other six masters also have their own unique ideas about the construction of the [Investiture of the Gods], but they are all based on the characteristics of the six masters themselves.
Putting the matter of [Investiture of the Gods] aside for the moment, Mo Cheng planned to deal with the things on hand first.
For example, the losers hidden in this secret realm, under the premise that each loser is worth three gold skill points, Mo Cheng is absolutely unwilling to let go of any loser's life.
After all, as his strength grows, Mo Cheng's own skill points are becoming increasingly scarce.
To complete a hero template and upgrade all the template skills to the maximum level, with the best luck, four random draws will be enough to extract the skills needed for the entire template. It will take a total of 19 skill points to upgrade all the skills to the maximum level.
But this is just a theoretical number, and the actual number required is much higher than this.
Mo Cheng just sat down in his room when suddenly a strong wind blew behind his head. Without even turning his head, Mo Cheng stretched out his right hand and twisted it backwards. The brutal and violent force was enough to break any flesh.
However, the feeling that followed was not a broken arm. The feeling of the flesh in his hand turned into nothingness, as if Mo Cheng was holding only a breeze.
"Hey!"
With a sneer, the breeze gathered in front of Mo Cheng. The short sword in his hand shone with a cold light, which was so dazzling that it captivated all five senses and pierced straight into the throat.
The dagger contains a powerful killing force. No matter success or failure, no matter the reason, no matter the outcome, the only thing is life or death.
Life and death, within a short distance, everyone can become an enemy.
This is an assassin's sword and also a common man's sword.
But at this moment, Mo Cheng's left hand arrived first, with his index finger and middle finger standing together as a sword finger pointing at the spine of the dagger.
bite!
Only a melodious sword chant was heard, and the fatal dagger was actually deflected away. At the same time, Mo Cheng's right foot kicked out silently, aiming at the opponent's crotch.
The hips of humanoid creatures have a very rich number of peripheral nerves, and being hit will inevitably cause intense pain. Of course, for Mo Cheng, this distance is just right for using this kind of attack.
A chill suddenly ran up the attacker's spine, making his hair stand on end. No man would be willing to endure such a vicious blow in this area.
The attacker instinctively raised his left leg and used his strong knee to meet Mo Cheng's vicious kick.
With a "bang" and a clear sound of bone fracture, the attacker retreated backwards with his knee broken, but as he retreated, a faint light flashed on his body, and his leg, which should have been disabled due to the broken knee, was intact.
The person cautiously stepped back a few steps, keeping a relatively safe distance.
At this time, the face of the person who came was revealed under the light. It was an extremely ordinary face that was forgotten in a blink of an eye. There was no memorable feature. The only impression it gave people was that this was a person, a man.
Apart from this, no further impression can be left in the memory.
But unlike the visitor's face that was so ordinary that it was impossible to remember, the short sword at his waist seemed to penetrate his body and pierce the sky.
The most important thing is that Mo Cheng knows this person.
"Jing Wuming, put away your snake-like gaze."
His brows furrowed and his eyes changed in an instant. He was no longer the extremely busy Dragon Emperor who was elusive and took a hands-off approach to everything.
The one who appeared at this moment was a killer monk who had committed heinous crimes and was doomed to eternal damnation.
"Or do you plan to die here again?!"
The former opponent who suddenly appeared in the [foreign land] did not even have the intention to communicate. Mo Cheng naturally let the murderous intent permeate his whole body, as if he had never forgotten that feeling.
He didn't know why the other party appeared, nor did he know what the other party wanted to do, but when the other party did appear, Mo Cheng wanted to kill, to destroy, and to ruin.
"You think I'm the only one?"
The voice was as cold as ice without a trace of heat. As Jing Wuming spoke, more figures appeared around him, figures that were definitely familiar to Mo Cheng.
"Big killer monk, today is the day you die."
Although they said that, the many figures did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, they kept their distance with caution and fear.
It seemed as if the terror of the person before them had already been etched into the way they acted.
Mo Cheng also did not launch an attack. He paused and observed his surroundings in confusion, focusing his sight and attention on Jing Wuming. After a long while, he slowly exhaled, "Damn, it looks just like the real thing."
The third eye between his eyebrows had opened at some point, and through the power of [Source of Chaos], Mo Cheng could also sense that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.
He fell asleep.
And this dream was of a nightmare nature.
He looked at Jing Wuming, or rather, some creature that had blended into his nightmare and disguised itself as Jing Wuming.
"You shouldn't have pretended to be Jing Wuming, otherwise you could have fooled me for a while."
Sky Eye quickly figured out how this place worked. Once the subject of the dream, that is, himself, fell into a combat state, then the dream would continuously draw on his strength to fight him.
As long as you cannot see through this point and sink into the battle, it is easy to get lost in an endless dream.
But if the outsider knew that he was in a dream, he would suffer a lot if he barged in rashly.
Mo Cheng quietly opened the passage to the deep dream. The passage that was a mixture of past memories and dreams directly swallowed up the outsider and brought it into the most terrifying abyss.
That endless purgatory made up of the memories and past of the Great Killing Monk.
"Whenever Jing Wuming sees me, he will rush over and fight me. He never retreats."
If the other party hadn't been in disguise as Jing Wuming and trying to distance himself, Mo Cheng would have actually thought for a moment that other [Foreign Land] players had also traveled through time.
The power of [Nightmare] was quietly activated, taking control of one's own dream back into one's hands, and then the spirit jumped directly out of the dream and returned to reality.
As soon as he returned to reality, Mo Cheng walked out of the room and found something wrong.
The entire human camp fell asleep, and judging from their reactions, they were all trapped in a nightmare.
Moreover, this kind of [dream] is also very strange. It is not aimed at a certain person or a group of people, but transforms a part of the area into a dream, and then transfers people's spirit into the dream.
This method is covert and difficult to detect.
In this situation, he immediately realized who did it.
The loser codenamed "Sinner".
