Different dimension game

"Most of the anchors of spirits and demons come from the original residents of Taoyuan Village. These original residents will block the outsiders. The prisoner game between the two sides has formed a dynamic balance."

"Now, I've wiped out most of the life in Taoyuan Village. These two inferior demon gods have indeed been submerged for a short time."

"But the anchoring dispute between the two sides will not stop because of this damage, but will continue."

"The damage to the spirit demon is actually greater, because all the people in Taoyuan Village have died, and no one has done anything for it."

"Losing its subjective initiative, it only has a single well and half the ocean. It can only defend passively, and there is no way to attack."

"On the contrary, it is the blood demon. Due to its innate strength, in the next 40 years, it will continue to attract strangers from the outside world to Taoyuan Village."

"In the past, there were residents of Taoyuan Village playing games with these aliens, but now there are no more."

"These aliens have just arrived, and they don't know that drinking well water can restore their sobriety. Under the influence of the blood demon's control, they continuously jump into the sea or the well, causing the blood demon to completely anchor the sea and the mouth without any effort. Well, go up quickly."

Almost for this reason!

Wang Hao took a deep breath. He didn't consider this condition in the last reincarnation.

The original spirit demon can still linger there with the obstruction of the people of Taoyuan Village.

But being messed up by him like this, the spirit demon completely died, and died immediately!

This turns into a completely diametrically opposed answer.

"But how do I stop the Gorefiend?"

"Could it be... that we have to kill all the weirdos and at the same time spare the original residents of Taoyuan Village?"

This... this is impossible!

The people in Taoyuan Village are totally unreasonable and unable to communicate.

Wang Hao thought hard, and suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good way.

He snapped his fingers involuntarily.

"It's not too difficult."

"The original residents of Taoyuan Village, all of them will die for me."

"Just optimize the process so that the aliens who enter Taoyuan Village will fall into a prisoner's game state, and don't let them commit suicide by jumping into the sea."

bring it on!OK!

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This time, there is no need to start over.

He read the file that he and Pan Hao hid in the pit after killing all the monsters outside with a loudspeaker.

It was just dawn.

Pan Hao hid on the other side of the pit, looking exhausted.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep, let's go out now."

Pan Hao opened his eyes, and said exactly the same words as the previous round: "Shouldn't you hide for a while? There's still plenty of food, and it's fine to eat for a month! Or hide for a while longer?"

Wang Hao felt a little funny, and deeply felt the power of "historical inertia".

Of course, it is also possible that the game manufacturer was too lazy to make such a few logical words for the NPC, and then dumped the blame on the illusory product of "historical inertia".

Wang Hao shook his head, and said with a bit of distress: "The weirdness outside is almost dead, there is no danger. However, I failed to save the world. After 40 years, this inferior demon god has risen and brought great damage to mankind."

"Huh?" Pan Hao's eyes widened, he was stunned for a while, and an unknown sound came out of his throat.

"Why is it still failing? Didn't you say that this natural disaster will disappear if the anchor is cleared?"

"Well, it was cleaned up, but not cleaned up. In the real plane, there are anchors of blood demons, and these anchors cannot be cleaned up for the time being."

"So going forward, there are two options."

Wang Hao stretched out two fingers and said with a smile: "First, you die and become a sage praised in history."

"Second, I die and become a sage praised in history."

"How do you choose? Do you want to be remembered by history? Do you want to be praised by future generations?"

Pan Hao's eyelids twitched wildly, and he subconsciously said, "Can't you be resurrected infinitely? Of course it's you..."

Wang Hao said: "No, I can only be resurrected if I fail. If I die and succeed in saving the world, then... I'm really dead and I can't live anymore."

"I just give you a chance to be famous for thousands of years, because you are a collaborator. Do you want to be famous in history?"

Pan Hao stared at the other party, hesitating for a moment.

The other party was not joking.

In fact, there is nothing to consider. After all, he does not have such a noble moral character.

Saving the world is too far away for him.

It's better to die than to live. As for the reputation after death, people are already dead, so who cares about it?

"But why did you tell me... It's easy for you to kill me secretly, right?" He murmured, "Do you have to die? There is no other solution?"

Wang Hao was silent for a few seconds: "I didn't think of other solutions. This solution requires subjective initiative."

He sighed softly: "With a mortal body, it is very difficult to stop the inferior demon god from rising."

"That's it, I'm going to be a sage in history."

The two approached the wall cautiously.

The situation inside the wall is exactly the same as the previous reincarnation.

The vegetation inside was almost destroyed.

At the moment, the magnificent temple is also leaking from all sides, and the inside is full of corpses lying in disorder.

All kinds of weird plants grew out of these corpses, forming crooked strange things.

The value of each strange object can cause a bloodbath in the outside world.

"On that door, use this blood ginseng to burn two lines of writing, so that every stranger who comes here can see these writings."

"it is good."

Pan Hao took this blood ginseng, smashed it thoroughly, and turned it into blood-like red pigment.

That majestic vitality, even smelling it, brings a sense of intoxication.

A kind of crazy greed arose in Pan Hao's heart, and his saliva was secreted continuously.

There seemed to be a voice deep in his heart, calling him, eat this ginseng tree quickly!

eat it!

eat it!Can get a long life!

Normally, Pan Hao might not be able to suppress this crazy greed.

But at this moment,

He felt it,

A heavy mission derived from history.

It seemed that thousands of people were watching him and urging him behind him.

Go and finish that thing.

He saw the little boy next to him, with a faint stream of light covering his whole body, like a golden body in a temple.

"What is this, is this... becoming a Buddha?"

Pan Hao trembled all over, rubbed his eyes, and the streamer disappeared again.

At the gate, two lines of text were carved with a knife.

[Those who jumped into the sea, die!

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[Those who drink well water, live!

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The bright red paint was painted on and engraved, and even this simple wooden door was stained with a majestic breath of life.

Such an obvious breath of life, as long as there is a strange passing here, you can feel it, and then see these two lines of text.

They will be suspicious, they will not jump into the sea easily.

But that's not enough!

Weird cannot get well water too easily.

The power of the "spiritual demon" itself is not as good as that of the blood demon, and it is already very weak now. Without the help of people from Taoyuan Village, it is easy to be killed by prostitutes because of the excessive salvage of well water by Weird.

Once the spirit demon dies, the blood demon will swallow it and float up quickly.

How to do it?

This time, of course, it was to help the spirit demon a little!

Just let it survive 40 years.

Wang Hao said: "The things in the temple are fatally attractive to us, so we can't go in rashly."

"Can you think of a way to get some well water out remotely?"

"Use your flying ancestral dagger."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Pan Hao aimed at the mouth of the well and began to throw the dagger.

This magical dagger has the ability of "must hit" and "recycle".

He threw the dagger in a parabola and into the mouth of the well.

A light "plop" was heard from afar.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger miraculously flew back, and on the simple tip of the knife, there were already a few drops of mysterious liquid from the depths of the ancient well.

Wang Hao quickly took a small bowl and put the few drops of liquid in it.

They are crystal clear, like dewdrops, with a touch of wonderful agility and mystery, as if they are alive.

Another inexplicable attraction came from these dewdrops.

Even just smelling it lightly, Pan Hao felt that his soul had evolved.

Wang Hao said: "This thing is a kind of fountain of youth, which can make the head clear."

"If you drink too much, you may be able to get out of your body, abandon your body, and live on just a paper doll body. How about it, isn't it mysterious and wonderful? It is a derivative of the power of a demon god."

"...What are you going to do?" Pan Hao asked.

Wang Hao explained with a smile: "If you drink this stuff, you will be anchored by spirit demons."

"It will subtly pass through this anchor, transmit its own power, and affect human beings' minds."

"With the individual will of human beings, there is no way to resist this influence."

"Do you think that if I take the initiative to anchor the spirit demon, will it project more power? It doesn't have a spokesperson in the world now. My wave is called sending charcoal in the snow."

"It's bound to take the chance, isn't it?"

"But..." Pan Hao said tremblingly, "Didn't you say that the individual will of human beings cannot resist this kind of influence...you will go crazy! Don't you..."

"I never said that I resist this influence alone... Isn't there a blood demon here?" Wang Hao said with a smile, "I didn't pin my hopes on my personal will at all."

Chapter 149 The Death of a Saint

Pan Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he vaguely thought of a way...

The moment he thought of this method, his whole body trembled.

Once again, there was a faint stream of light overflowing from the land in all directions, covering the whole body of the child.

He didn't know what this streamer meant.

It may be merit, or it may be something like the will of the world...

Yes, at this moment, his whole body was shaking violently, sweating profusely, the adrenaline was constantly surging, and his beating heart made him fall into an unprecedented panic situation.