Bloodhoofed Pansaurus

Chapter 77 Colorful Divine Deer
"Master, this teleportation array already has several teams of thousands of people. We scattered and explored millions of kilometers and found a special sea area."

"All the rules and regulations fluctuate dozens of times clearer, suitable for all god-level cultivation. Leader Martina has already been motivated and is practicing in a seabed."

Colmhui, the deputy of Martina, the leader of the water god, reported.

"All laws, rules? Are you sure?"

Remo asked in surprise.

Each of the seven teleportation arrays has millions of lower gods arriving, and a team of thousands of people will scatter to investigate.

There is no need to go back, just find a suitable place to take root and develop, and the ghost deity left in the spirit world will report the situation at any time.

Finally, there is a place that Lei Mo is interested in.

"Mobilize a large number of gods, and focus on managing that sea area. If there are islands, they will occupy them, and if they don't, they will build cities on the bottom of the sea."

Lei Mo instructed Colm.

"Follow the order, Master!"

Colm's ghost himself bows to his command.

"Master! I encountered a guy who is suspected to be a beast. He is extremely powerful. We have already killed him in a fierce battle. There are 320 people at the death level."

Another report from the thousand-man team, after all, there was still a loss.

"Divine beast? What kind of divine beast?"

Remo asked.

"A colorful deer is very powerful. When performing a unique trick, it can make people in an area fall into an illusion, and their souls gradually weaken until they die."

"When performing this trick, there is a huge phantom of a colorful deer behind it, so we speculate that this is a divine beast, and the trick it uses is the innate supernatural power that the master said!"

"The colorful deer is extremely fast, and more than 300 people who died in battle were all affected by its innate supernatural powers. If its soul power was not exhausted, we would have nothing to do with it."

The captain of the thousand man narrated continuously.

"Collect all its essence and blood, and send the corpse back to the Serafur plane."

Lei Mo ordered.

Yes, decades have passed, Lei Mo and Rachel are still in the Serafur plane, living like this.

"Send someone to bring Musa Beamon and the sanctuary of the Beamon tribe!"

After ordering a lower god, Lei Mo was thoughtful.

Thirty years have passed, and the teleportation circle of hell once again lit up with black light.

Dozens of lower gods appeared, and Tver personally led the team.

"dominate!"

Coming to Lei Mo's side, many lower gods bowed and saluted!
"Take it out!"

Lei Mo ordered directly.

"boom--"

A magical creature with a length of hundreds of meters and a height of nearly a hundred meters was suspended in front of Lei Mo.

There is no need to be suspicious, this guy is sure to be a beast, even if he is dead, he exudes a misty colorful light.

"Master! It should be the deity who became a god, and what he cultivates is the law of life, and his recovery ability is very powerful."

Facing Lei Mo, Tvell reported respectfully.

"Then this is also its true deity?"

Lei Mo was puzzled, and really wanted to study the difference between the gods and beasts when the deity became a god?
It was the first time for Lei Mo and the girls to see such a magical creature. They looked at this divine deer emitting colorful light in amazement, it was very beautiful.

The criss-cross wounds on Shenlu's body did not damage its beauty.

"Unfortunately, Franklin wasn't there at the time, or it could have been enslaved."

Lei Mo is still regretful in his heart, a typical appearance association.

"Is this the blood essence of the Seven Colored Deer?"

Holding a container handed by Tweer, he poured out a drop of blood essence emitting colorful lights. Lei Mo asked with emotion, and no one needed an answer.

"Master, Musa and the others are here!"

There is a god-level report from the spiritual world.

With a wave of Lei Mo's hand, the divine power of destruction filled the air, sweeping away more than a dozen Beamon orcs from the Sanctuary.

On a flat ground on the mountainside, Lei Moling stood emptily, looking at the dozen or so Beamon beastmen with blue-gray skin and ugly faces.

"You are all druids at the limit of the sanctuary, but you are still far away from becoming gods. Now you have an opportunity in front of you, try to refine this drop of blood essence!"

When Lei Mo waved his hand, more than a dozen drops of blood essence exuding colorful light floated in front of every Beamon orc.

Wrapping a drop of blood with vindictiveness, Musa Bimon sat down cross-legged first.

His eyes were burning, staring at this drop of psychedelic and mysterious blood essence.

The other Beamon orcs followed suit, sitting cross-legged around Lei Mo, their eyes glowing with mist.

One day, two days, one month, two months, one year, two years!

Thirty years have passed, and the souls of a dozen orcs have become weaker and weaker.

Musa Beamon's situation was particularly serious, his soul became weaker and faster, and the fire of his soul seemed to be a candle that was going to be extinguished at any time.

suddenly--

"boom--"

A burst of green energy exploded, and Lei Mo instantly launched the God's Domain, preventing the other 12 people from being killed.

Musa Beamon, who was at the center of the explosion, was blown into blood mist.

But it condensed and did not disperse, gathering into a blood mist with a diameter of seven or eight meters.

Lei Mo's eyes were piercing, flashing a shocking brilliance.

"This-this-this is the disintegration of the demon?"

This is what Lei Mo thought of first at this time, it is really a wonderful flower.

Those who died were all Beamon orcs. Even if it was Musa Beamon, Lei Mo didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, and he could still make room for Franklin to have a talent slot.

It's so cold, it's so ruthless.

Not only that, Musa Beamon's soul will continue to serve Lei Mo.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Wow—"

Huge movements came one after another, the twelve Behemoths were all blown into blood mist, but there were only two blood mist clusters, and the other ten people directly collapsed into blood mist rain, spilling hundreds of meters.

One year passed, ten years passed.

In the blood mist of Musa Beamon, a several-meter-long fawn emitting colorful rays of light slowly emerged at an extremely slow speed, and the other two blood mist clusters had similar effects.

Why do you say similar?

I saw a figure emerging from the two blood mist, with a handsome face, with antlers on their first heads, and shining spots all over their bodies.

Yes, the handsome, eight-meter-tall Behemoth turned into a two-meter-tall young man with antlers and a handsome face. That's how mysterious it is.

On the edge of the blood fog, Lei Mo waited for another ten years without any impatience.

Until the two clouds of blood mist were completely sucked into the body by the young man with antlers.

"Tell me what's going on? I asked you to absorb blood essence and cultivate druids!"

Lei Mo opened his eyes, talking nonsense.

It doesn't matter if he has become a druid and is Lei Mo's person from body to soul, even if he tells the truth, but Lei Mo's conscience hurts a little!

"Master! We don't know, it's just following the druid's method of refining blood essence, there is no difference!"

The two youths with antlers answered honestly, and their gazes also turned to the blood mist formed by Musa Beamon.

When they came to the place where the Behemoth orcs exploded, there were ten drops of blood essence with colorful lights floating on the ground, and Lei Mo waved them away.

"Feel the difference from before?"

Lei Mo looked at the two youths with antlers and asked.

After hearing Lei Mo's words, the two of them flew a little farther away, then began to toss and turn, and competed with dozens of moves!

"Master! The strength is still the limit of the sanctuary, and the speed and physical strength are countless times stronger!"

The antler man looked at Lei Mo enthusiastically, and felt nothing at all about the death of the ten clansmen.

"The master is really great, and the druid's cultivation is really incomparable!"

Ignoring the inner drama between the two, Lei Mo fell into deep thought.

"Try to practice, and then tell me the changes!"

Lei Mo continued to give orders.

Half a day later, the two who were practicing cross-legged on the spot stood up.

"We felt a kind of rhythm of life, and after practicing for half a day, we felt indescribably refreshed physically and mentally!"

The eyes of the young man with antlers continued to frenzy.

"This is an existence that has refined the blood of a divine beast to become a dragon blood warrior? Then what is it called? Divine deer warrior?"

The first thing that comes to Lei Mo's mind is the question of what name to choose, and the brain circuit is really strange.

"Stand aside and practice, if you become a god in the future, remember to choose outside the body!"

Compared with the Mongolian orcs, Lei Mo has always been a consumable attitude. They don't know many things about becoming a god.

"What's the situation with Musa Beamon? He has completely become a god deer, this is it?"

Staring at the deer in the blood mist, Lei Mo's eyes were burning.

"Om-"

The blood mist formed by Musa Bimon has been condensing and expanding, like a heartbeat.

"It doesn't matter, if you die, you die!"

Lei Mo took a drop of the divine deer blood that he had just put away, and threw it into the blood mist.

"Om-"

The blood mist suddenly expanded, and the deer in it became clearer.

"There is a door!"

Another drop of the deer's blood essence was thrown in, one drop after another, until the ninth drop.

"呲-"

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