Mythological origins

Noise.

Endless, over 120 decibels of noise raged throughout the venue.

What bungalows, what high-rise buildings, all turned into ruins in rounds of impact.

Lin Yuedong, who was wearing the tortoise shell of the molecular-level high-density Xuanhua layer, was beaten all the time.

Every time he was hammered, his body would pull a tunnel of dozens of meters to the surface under the action of huge inertia.

All the buildings along the way were erased like pictures passed by an eraser.

These two silver monsters didn't seem to understand any spell bombing, only pure violence, attacking one punch after another.

But sometimes, such pure violence is more desperate than dazzling spells.

Because there is no tricky way to parry.

If the hard power is not enough, the only outcome is to be beaten to death.

"Will we... die here?" The cat pendant on Lin Yuedong's head asked a little panicked.

She couldn't see what was happening outside Xuanhua at all. She was like being in a small boat that was being shaken by strong winds and huge waves, waiting for the end of either calm or destruction of the boat and death. She couldn't do anything else.

In just a few dozen seconds, the only light on the battlefield that was almost completely destroyed was also covered by the smoke and dust raised by the fist wind.

From time to time, pools of blood and fresh meat paste could be seen on the ground. That was the last mark left in the world by people who didn't have time to escape.

Even though Lin Yuedong had tried hard to limit the scope of the battle, for a fifth-level extraordinary person who could move at the speed of sound at will, it was not a big deal to destroy a dozen miles in a battle.

Fortunately, he lived in a famous villa area in this world of leading ships, with a pitifully low population density.

In each manor with an area of ​​acres, there were only dozens of people, including servants. Some were even empty villas, and there was basically no one at ordinary times.

They fought for more than a minute. Lin Yuedong took a glance and found that nearly two hundred people died.

If this battle broke out in the city center, the number of people killed would probably be a hundred times more than now.

"Don't worry... I can still hold on for the time being. Fortunately, I led them away and didn't go to the city."

Although he was a weakling among the fifth-level creatures and had no power to fight back, Lin Yuedong, who had a turtle shell, was not so easy to be killed.

The direction of the evolution of extraordinary life cultivation is that it is becoming more and more difficult to die.

At least that's the route of the empire.

I don't know if it was influenced by Bai Mo, but the empire has always been obsessed with cultivating trees in the direction of survival.

After entering the fifth level, the survival ability is greatly enhanced after the second sublimation of life.

The Xuanhua layer protection of the fifth-level psychic cultivator is enough to easily withstand the firepower of a conventional combat corps of the empire, tens of thousands of people.

Nuclear weapons with insufficient yield are also difficult to break through.

However, facing the empire's ultimate weapon, the Yangyan Star Melting Cannon, which is powerful enough to melt through a planet, it still barely touched the edge and disappeared.

Of course, using this thing to deal with a mere fifth-level is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

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"You are still talking about this at this time. You said you would follow your heart, but you are still imitating others to be a hero. Now you can't even protect yourself!!!" Mao Mao said with a slightly crying voice.     She finally understood now that Lin Yuedong's sonic boom just now was not a carelessness or a cool thing. In fact, it was to lead the monster away and prevent the other party from rushing into the crowded urban area at will.

It is not difficult for a fifth-level strongman who is determined to cause destruction in the city to take away six-digit lives before being suppressed by a stronger person.

On weekdays, higher-level monks almost all live and practice in their own private flagships. From the time they receive the news to the time they take action to suppress it, it takes at least three to five minutes.

In a few minutes, if there is no existence of the same level to stop this sonic mowing, it will definitely be a huge disaster.

"It's a pity that one monster was not led away." Lin Yuedong said in a hoarse voice.

The violent fists outside were constantly consuming the spiritual energy reserves in his body at a rapid speed. He estimated that he could only hold on for another ten minutes at most.

But this was completely enough.

There were so many powerful people in the empire. Such a big thing happened on the flagship. At most, it would reach the ears of the real big shots in two or three minutes.

When they take action, the game of these five-level monsters will be over.

"After this time, I'm afraid I have to practice hard." Lin Yuedong said self-deprecatingly, "It's really unpleasant to just get beaten and have no ability to fight back."

"Is it worth it for these guys?" Lin Zilan asked Lin Yuedong with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

After she came to the empire, she felt that the two of them, or the people who came from the White Land, were not really accepted by this country and could not integrate into their circle.

This is really much worse than when she was in the White Land.

But there is no way. With Lin Yuedong's ability and poor cultivation qualifications, it will take him a lifetime to earn the resources to break through to the fourth level within the rules of the game of the White Land.

Sometimes he would think that if he had not joined the Empire, he would probably have turned into a pile of yellow earth like many of his former acquaintances.

After arriving in the Empire, the two of them always felt that they were just strangers, but Lin Yuedong didn't mind it very much. He was essentially a dead otaku with a little social anxiety, and it was better not to have to deal with outsiders.

"Those who don't like us are just those narrow-minded old men. What's wrong with those young people who don't even know what the White Land is?"

"..."

Lin Yuedong's words, like an old man, made Lin Zilan speechless for a moment.

How could the people of the Empire who were born later know the grievances of the Earth period?

Only then did she remember that she and Lin Yuedong were already more than 500 years old.

If she hadn't signed the spiritual contract of life and death developed by the Light Saint Church with the other party, she, a fourth-level little cat demon, would also be at the end of her life.

The natural life span of the two people who signed the spiritual contract will be limited to the one with higher cultivation, but it has the effect of life and death together.

No matter which of the two people dies, the other will die immediately.

For high-level cultivators, this is an extremely fatal weakness.

But in this world, there are always strange feelings that transcend age, gender, and race.

The huge life span gap between monks and between monks and mortals has created countless life span tragedies. The immortals can only watch the short-lived die helplessly.

In order to put an end to this unpleasant thing, the Light Saint Church developed the "Live and Die Together" spiritual contract to make up for the regret that lovers cannot truly live and die together.