National Transfer: Necromancer! I Am A Disaster

Just as Zhan Shengzun said, Lin Mohan's name had already spread on the way back to the army.

Originally, the world only knew of the incomparably beautiful Fairy Han, but now she is also known as the Peerless Female Sword Fairy.

Although most people don't know how strong Lin Mohan is, those in the Other Side Realm know about it, and some peak gods also know about it.

This is a fierce man who can kill the Demon Lord of the Abyss with one sword. Although he is just on the other side for the first time, he has the fighting power of the Holy Lord.

Some people know more about Lin Mohan and the relationship between her and Lin Moyu.

These people were even more shocked. Both sisters were perverts, and now it seemed that the older sister was even more perverted than the younger brother.

At just a few years old, he has already reached the other side, and his combat power is even comparable to that of a Holy Lord. If he becomes a Holy Lord in the future, it will be great.

In the imperial city of the Demon Tribe and the Abyss series, the Abyss Demon Lord erupted with a terrifying roar, the fire of the Abyss boiled violently, volcanoes erupted everywhere on the planet, and the planet was quickly shrouded in dark green.

"Asshole, bastard!"

"Who are you? Who are you? How can the human race have such a strong other side realm?"

The Demon Lord of the Abyss was going crazy. His first clone was killed, and he died so simply that he had no ability to resist.

Although the first clone does not have a powerful magic weapon, nor does it have any original magic, it still has the combat power of the Saint Realm, which is more than enough to deal with the Other Side Realm.

Now he was killed instantly by a person from the Other Side Realm with one sword.

The death of the clone also directly led to the failure of this battle that had been prepared for many years.

The anger of the Abyss Demon Lord swept across the entire galaxy, and the fire of the Abyss continued to erupt, turning the galaxy into a sea of ​​fire.

Countless weak demons were burned to ashes by the fire of the abyss.

Divine City, Central Temple.

Tian Shengzun and Wu Shengzun looked at each other with big eyes.

In front of them, a picture was being played back.

It was the scene of Lin Mohan using his sword to cut through the air and easily kill the Abyss Demon Lord.

Saint Hao held the tea cup in his hand for a long time and even forgot to drink it. He murmured, "My brother is a little monster, my sister is a big monster."

Tianshengzun is not much better than Wushengzun. "You have such fighting power when you first entered the other side. Why do I feel that we old guys are all useless."

Wu Shengzun felt the same way, "It's really a bit useless. Even I can't handle this sword."

Tiansheng Zun said, "But she seems to only have the power of one sword. After she slashed with one sword, her aura dropped a lot."

Saint Hao's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he also saw the clues.

After slashing out his sword, it seemed that Lin Mohan's momentum was still strong, but most of his strength had been spent.

So she stopped looking for trouble with the Black Gold Saint and the Blood Ox Saint, and instead went to kill other people in the other side.

It should be that she didn't have the strength to strike out with the second sword, so she settled for the next best thing.

Otherwise, with the help of the War Saint or the Sword Saint, you can kill another Saint.

Wu Shengzun said, "Even the power of just one sword is enough. When she grows a little more and reaches the level of Shengzun...

His eyes were full of smiles, as if he had seen the moment of human race's final victory.

Tiansheng Zun said, "It's not that simple. Several powerful clans have a lot of background. Those guys are not easy to deal with."

Saint Hao didn't think so much. He was in a very good mood at the moment, "No matter what, our human race has another top combatant. This is a good thing."

This is indeed the case. It is indeed a good thing that the human race has another person with the combat power equivalent to the Holy Lord.

Originally, hundreds of tribes formed an alliance, and the number of their saints has exceeded that of the human race.

Now the human race has another holy king with fighting power, and the first avatar of the Abyss Demon Lord has been killed. The gap has been narrowed a lot, which is indeed a good thing.

Both of them knew that the next battlefield should be peaceful for a while.

Not only the battlefield in the Suzaku Star Territory, the other three battlefields will also be much peaceful.

After encountering this huge defeat, the Alliance of Hundreds of Clans will inevitably retreat and regroup.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the human race can continue to train their people.

Unknowingly, the human race has regarded the battlefield as a training ground and a place to cultivate geniuses.

Time passed day by day, just as Tian Shengzun and Wu Shengzun expected.

The defeat of the Hundred Tribes Alliance was extremely fatal to their morale.

In the following decades, they did not make any big moves again.

Small-scale battles have been taking place, and the human race still maintains a record of more victories than defeats.

Both sides seemed to have fallen into some kind of special tacit understanding, maintaining a balance and waiting for the next battle.

What can be expected is that when the next frontal war breaks out, its scale will inevitably be greater than before.

Twenty years passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Moyu finally stopped.

He has been drawing runes, and the process of learning inheritance is the process of drawing runes.

Saint Fu Tianzun pays more attention to practice, and all theories are prepared for practice.

According to the thoughts of the Holy Talisman Master, the Talisman Master must continue to draw runes. After drawing a rune hundreds of millions of times, no matter how talented he is, he will become much more comfortable.

The truth is that practice makes perfect, but Holy Talisman Tianzun explained this sentence in a higher level.

His thinking is also in line with Lin Moyu's, who also likes to practice.

To outsiders, he had been practicing in seclusion for fifty years, but to him, it was a full twelve hundred years.

I don’t know how many runes I drew, it’s countless.

Nearly half of the huge space in the treasure ship's warehouse was filled.

In the space of the training room, there are runes everywhere, all kinds of runes, large and small runes of different levels, floating densely in the training room.

"The Tao poison has finally disappeared."

"I also master all the rune knowledge under the ancient talisman."

"One thousand two hundred years, time flies so fast!"

Lin Moyu feels the changes in himself. This is the longest time he has been in retreat. He feels like he is much older.

One thousand two hundred years have left traces of time on him.

Lin Moyu really felt the power of time and understood what it means to practice without time.

It is very common for those gods to stay in seclusion for thousands of years at a time.

813 uses formations during retreat to speed up the flow of time.

After the retreat, the big world automatically corrects the time and erases the traces of time, which will not affect longevity.

Otherwise, if the longevity of the god is 20,000 years, and someone like Lin Moyu is in seclusion for 1,200 years, one tenth of it will be gone.

In fact, his state of cultivation has not improved at all, so this kind of retreat is naturally not cost-effective.

The time formation slowly stopped, the flow of time returned to normal, and the power of the big world penetrated and enveloped Lin Moyu.

One thousand two hundred years of rune cultivation have made Lin Moyu's soul sharper than before.

Lin Moyu can clearly feel that the big world is helping him to erase the traces of time.

To the big world, only fifty years have actually passed, not one thousand two hundred years.

At this moment, Lin Moyu felt a sense of warmth.

This feeling can only be felt by people with extremely sensitive souls like him.

If it were told to the outside world, people would think that this was just his illusion.

With a move of his hand, countless runes in the training room flew up at the same time.

Some disappeared and dispersed automatically, while others flew into Lin Moyu's hands and entered the treasure ship warehouse.

After spending one thousand and two hundred years living with runes day and night, Lin Moyu has become extremely familiar with these runes and can command them like an arm.

"It's time for the ghost tribe to come back again." Lin Moyu muttered to himself, with smiling eyes and a somewhat cold smile.

A ray of light fell from the sky, and the training room changed. Lin Moyu seemed to be in the starry sky. .