winter era

Chapter 172

Li Lin has a secret.

He can perfectly operate his own immortality in this initial place, and he is not a very advanced existence as he said.So even in this place, there is no interference or anything.Because even the sages are not immune to it.

The reason he's at home here is simply because he was born here.This is like his original home, where he was born and died.His immortality is not so much a magical force as an absurd product born from this soil.There is no logic or reason, it exists only for the sake of existence, and it exists without any power to support it.

Li Lin's immortality is not consumed at all.It doesn't matter what time axis power what latitude conversion.It's like a child said unreasonably when writing, 'You can't die! ' Then the characters in the work will never die.There is no way for him to die with a sword on his body, and he can't die if he is destroyed by magic.Even if he was sealed and buried deep in the ground, he could slowly wait for the power of the seal to pass, and break out of the ground by himself.

Therefore, the black water collar that everyone talks about is like a paradise for Li Lin.

Although for the black water leader, the country of dust buried deep in it still does not welcome this abnormal guy.

"Hundreds of years, I don't know if I can find it again..."

Without hesitation, he used the secret method of physical explosion to drive his body, and Li Lin's figure in a white priest's robe knocked out a human-shaped hollow in the black rain.The high-speed colliding raindrops smashed his body into a colander like iron bullets fired from a dwarf firecracker, and the dark red blood spilled a road made of flesh and blood behind his body.

However, this kind of damage is not much better than tickling for the immortal body, as long as the joints are not hit, there is no concern about stopping at all.What's more, Li Lin has been able to completely shield his pain nerves for a long time.So he ran rampant in the black rain with terrifying blood stains all over his body, plowing out streaks after the impact on the ground.Breaking through the high-speed sound makes Li Lin's existence more like a monster in a fairy tale than a priest who saves lives and heals the wounded.

But for Immortal, this kind of high-speed movement without any resistance is still a little distressing.For example, if the eyeball is broken, it will take some time to repair. If you are unlucky, there may be no eyeball for a long time.Without eyeballs, it is impossible to determine the direction, which makes Li Lin feel a little distressed.

"It's not a big problem, anyway, things that have been around for hundreds of years are almost forgotten..."

Looking at the completely different scenery in the black mountains, Li Lin's mind turned some wild thoughts and pulled out long bloody roads in the rain.Sprinting under the black sky like a ghost.

But he wasn't worried about finding the hiding place.It wasn't a simple sight that he was able to find his hiding place.After all, the time he spent is recorded in tens of thousands of years, and even a lake can become a mountain range in 4 years.The so-called scenic records are completely meaningless to him.He adopted a more fantastical, but very effective method.

Looking at the flat wilderness around him, Li Lin stopped and frowned, thinking about the distance in his memory.

"It should be here, right?"

Li Lin took a deep breath.

Then he began to speak his own words to the world around him.

It is not a discourse exchanged between human beings, but an extension of spiritual will that interacts with this world.

That's like a guarantee for one's own world, or an acknowledgment of these abnormalities.Li Lin spoke some words that no one could understand, and sent his own message to the world.It expresses itself purely in terms of language, showing itself.

For the promise of the world, for the promise of this land, what should he pay and what should he get.All of these have been turned into messy language to describe the world in detail, hoping that this soil can understand his mind, and that the dark sky can understand his language.And even more so, let the world make his wishes act.

At first, the ground didn't listen to Li Lin's words, but shook violently, making dull roars underground.The dark black soil flew up and down, expressing its own anger.The terrifying tremor seemed to be confined to a certain place by some force, and it only produced terrible shocks around Li Lin.In the anger of the earth, as a human being, Li Lin didn't even have the right to stand firm, shaking his body as if on the top of the waves, trying to maintain his balance.

But the words he chanted still didn't stop, but gradually became louder.As if calling for some kind of glorious will, the magic power contained in the voice made the angry soil gradually calm down and gradually become stable.

Finally, Da Da understood his description.Obediently, a gap was opened from the left and right, waiting for Li Lin's arrival.

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't forgotten what I should remember."

After wiping off his sweat, Li Lin looked at the cracks on the ground and grinned.

If the remarks just said are considered wrong by the earth, it is estimated that even if he has countless years of life, he will be imprisoned in the black soil and turned into fertilizer.This place is not dead like the chaos-infected soil outside. There is the last earth spirit in this world. It is easy to kill him as an undead.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I will keep my promise and dedicate my life to the First Light. I am the beginning, and I am also the end. I will bring the gospel to this chaotic and cruel world. Therefore, I pray for my own glory What is presented to the people."

Like the most clumsy apprentice priest, Li Lin pressed his palm on the scriptures on his belt, reciting word by word.

A layer of hazy white light quickly gathered from his body, condensing into a small light cluster that would soon be blown out like a candle in the wind.The particularly weak ball of light looked striking in the black rain, like a candlelight in the dark night. The soil, which did not support any supernatural power, was quite disturbed in the face of the white light ball. That black crack.It looks like someone's mouth is opening and closing up and down, expressing his anxiety and panic.

"Relax, spirit of the mountains. It is not 4 years ago, and the disaster of chaos has left you. A completely different civilization has reappeared on your dead body. You and I are just dead from the last era." It’s just a remnant. Now we have to find another dead remnant from the darkness. Although we don’t know who he is, it’s a good thing to have more companions.”

Propelling the Holy Light Ball forward with the position formed by spiritual will, Li Lin patted the black soil that gradually wrapped him up beside him, and comforted him.Trying to soothe this hapless wretch who has hit the tide of fear head-on with his own words.

The spirit of the mountain should be the oldest aborigine in this black water territory.To be honest, his survival really scared Li Lin at first.Under the power of the three curses, all living beings' consciousness should disappear, but in fact, a considerable part of human beings survived, and the elves made up of this mountain range are also lingering in this black water collar.As a still conscious frightened bird, he was afraid all day long, for fear that another doomsday would completely destroy its life.

(End of this chapter)