Seeing the change in the attitude of "God", Xiao Lan stopped talking nonsense with it, and became fully alert.

A tense and dangerous atmosphere hovered between the two, and it was about to explode.

"God" took the lead in launching the attack.

A human face on its body opened its mouth, and tentacles made of flesh and blood stretched out of its mouth.

The speed of this tentacle was a little faster than the previous one, and it suddenly attacked Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan swung a knife while dodging sideways, slashing towards the attacking tentacle.

This knife he used all his strength, the tentacle was directly cut off by the sharp blade, fell to the ground, and was absorbed by the flesh and blood on the ground.

Soon, Duankouchu grew an identical tentacle again.

The recovery process was almost completed in the blink of an eye, it was like taking medicine.

Xiao Lan's brows were slightly wrinkled, feeling that it was difficult to handle.

"God" put away his tentacles.

This time, it fiercely attacked Xiao Lan with its sturdy, twisted claws full of muscles.

The sharp claws had a speed that did not match their appearance, and almost instantly reached Xiao Lan's face.

Xiao Lan switched the [Bone of Rebellion] into a shield and blocked it in front of him.

The huge fist slammed on the shield, making a loud screeching sound, Xiao Lan was smashed back by the opponent's force.

But luckily it survived.

The blow did not work, and "God" showed a gentle smile again: "You are very good, but don't rebel against God, it is disrespectful to God."

Xiao Lan switched back to the knife again and rushed towards it: "Where is the pheasant god, don't add drama to yourself."

The pitch-black knife light violently slashed towards the "God", leaving several deep knife marks on its arms.

If the "God" had bones, every knife should be a bone-deep wound.

"God" angrily counterattacked, waving his claws violently towards Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan flexibly dodged in the attack of "God", and every time the blade in his hand flashed, it would leave a knife edge on its body.

But that's not enough.

Because the wounds on "God" can be healed in an instant, here is the lair it built, where it can regenerate indefinitely.

After parrying another attack, Xiao Lan jumped back, slightly opening the distance between the two sides.

There were several deep wounds on his body, which were left by the other's claws, but they were not particularly serious injuries.

This pheasant walking bird god has become much stronger than before, not only with high attack and defense, but also with super healing ability.

Xiao Lan's eyes brightened and he activated his skills:

[Name: Poverty cannot limit my imagination]

[Ability: Decomposition]

Since you can regenerate, I'll break it down for you and see who's faster.

It is a war between man and God, and a war between poverty and superstition.

"God" smiled: "I said, don't rebel against God. You still have the opportunity to become my believer. As long as you dedicate your devout faith and complete my test, I will give you supreme glory."

It was answered by the oncoming jet-black bone blade.

"God" waved his arm to block as before, anyway, such a wound will recover quickly.

But this time is different. Although the wound is still recovering, it clearly feels that with the appearance of the wound, part of its energy has disappeared.

Although the loss of energy from a wound is only a small fraction, that energy is literally gone.

A tentacle attacked Xiao Lan and was cut off by his backhand.

This time, before the severed tentacle could land, it was disintegrated in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, "God" had a bad feeling in his heart.

Where did its power... go?

Observing the slightest hesitation of the other party, Xiao Lan was determined, and the attack poured out more violently.

The expression of "God" also became serious, and the offensive also intensified.

While dodging the attack, Xiao Lan launched a fierce attack. The flying tentacles were chopped off and disintegrated in the air and disappeared without a trace.

Gradually, "God"'s wounds recovered more and more slowly.

Taking advantage of the gap after its blow, Xiao Lan slashed out with a ruthless slash and chopped off its arm.

The severed arm disappeared in the air.

"God" let out a sharp and shrill scream, no longer like a human being.

The half of it that originally had a human shape started to become unstable, and the muscles twitched, as if the human shape was about to become unstable.

"Hehe...you..." "God" glared at Xiao Lan angrily, the appearance of gentleness and fraternity disappeared.

Xiao Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the knife and continued to charge.

Countless film and television works tell us that when the boss is about to burp, don't talk nonsense with him. Taking the opportunity to make up the knife is the best choice for you, me, and everyone.

Only dead bosses are likable bosses because only they turn into experience and rewards.

Seeing that the situation is not good, "God" intends to use his proficient sneaking skills again, and he will clean up this guy when it is upgraded.

However, Xiao Lan was already prepared for this, and at the moment when his body retreated slightly, the [Bone of Rebellion] in his hand switched to a whip form.

After the upgrade, the whip has become longer and more brave, and it is easy to use for arresting.

The pitch-black whip rolled around the somewhat dilapidated body of "God", disrupting its escape plan.

Relying on the effect of the skill, Xiao Lan punched the "God" in the chest fiercely.

This punch, with great strength and the ability to decompose, hit the "God" firmly, directly punching a big hole in his chest.

"God" tried to recover his injuries, but the speed of its body regeneration was far behind the speed of decomposition.

A steady stream of fists landed on it, smashing it to pieces in no time.

"God" has only one head left, but its vitality is still unbelievably tenacious: "I can give you eternal life-"

"Bang" was another punch, mercilessly falling on the handsome face it stole.

This time, the entire head also began to disintegrate and was slowly disappearing.

"God" struggled unwillingly: "You...I can...whatever you want..."

Before he finished speaking, his head had completely disappeared.

Xiao Lan turned off his skills and smiled, "I want to become even poorer, but you probably can't do that."

"Destroy the gift ceremony and kill the host of the gods (1/1)"

"The side quest [God's Wrath] has been completed, and the quality of all rewards will be increased by 20%"

In an instant, a burst of power spread all over the body, Xiao Lan clenched his fists and felt the power of his own.

Xiao Lan looked at her poverty value with a smile.

After just six minutes of fighting, he burned a total of 60 million. Not only did he lose all the proceeds from the previous auction, but he also paid 10 million.

Xiao Lan's smile collapsed.

Skills with no time limit were fun to use for a while, but they only felt pain when deducting poverty points. He even missed the five-minute free trial version before.

Fortunately, the physical enhancement brought by the branch line can make up for this pain a little.

With the death of the "god", the entire lair also lost its vitality.

The muscles that were squirming all stopped, and they became gray visibly to the naked eye. There was constant seepage of yellow-green liquid, giving off a rancid smell, which was refreshing and urinating.

Xiao Lan covered her nose and quickly left the area.

——

A man with pigtails in beach pants stepped into the warehouse area of ​​the Endymion.

Following the pointer's instructions, he walked to the pool of metal slag on the ground and squatted down.

If Xiao Lan was there, he would be able to recognize that this was where the Crown of Darkness had been placed before. These shards were left behind by the collapse of the crown after Luo absorbed the power of the shards.

The braided man took out a flashlight, and took a picture of the shards of the crown.

Under the light of the flashlight, the debris on the ground moved as if it had self-consciousness, and gradually reconstituted the shape of a broken crown.

The tarnished gems on the crown are still there, only the place in the middle where the black gems were originally set is empty.

The braided man stretched out the pointer in his hand, no matter how he changed the position, the pointer still pointed to the original gem.

He scratched his head: "Who took this thing away?"

He stood up and checked the room, and found signs of battle.

The braided man touched his chin and put away his flashlight and pointer.

As he walked out, he took out a baseball bat-like weapon: "Anyway, are these players? Trouble, just kill them all. Don't be too busy to clear the level..."

At this time, just two players came to the warehouse.

When they saw someone inside, neither of them entered, but chose to leave in another direction because they did not want to conflict with each other.

A gust of wind blew, but the man with the braids appeared in front of them in an instant.

He showed the night crown in his hand and asked, "You guys, do you know any news related to this thing?"

The two players shook their heads cautiously.

The braided man put away his crown and scratched his head: "Tsk, it's useless."

One of the players frowned: "Are you provoking us?"

The man with pigtails raised his eyes and looked at them: "I'm just stating the facts."

Enraged, the two players drew their weapons in tacit understanding.

As high-level players, they don't want to cause trouble, but it doesn't mean that they will accept the deliberate humiliation of others.

The two have always teamed up together, and they attack very tacitly, and they will never be afraid of fighting.

But in the next moment, only two sounds of "bang bang" were heard.

The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and their bodies remained motionless after falling. Their heads had been smashed beyond recognition, and blood kept pouring out, staining the ground red.

The man with pigtails leisurely weighed the club in his hand, the flip-flops on the ground made sluggish footsteps, and gradually moved away: "Hey, it's just an advanced player..."

——

Xiao Lan left the wonderfully fragrant lair, feeling that she could almost leave the game.

He took out the envelope and was about to contact Luo.

"Sir." Luo's voice came from beside him.

Xiao Lan turned around and saw Luo standing straight not far away, smiling at him.

Although the appearance of ghosts and ghosts looks a bit scary, Xiao Lan is used to it. As a non-human, is it not common for ghosts to appear?

Luo looked normal, but to be on the safe side, Xiao Lan took out a knife to confirm: "How is your painting level?"

Luo: "..."

Unexpectedly, the reunion of Xiaobie not only failed to win the newlyweds, but also faced such tricky questions. He really deserves to be his husband, so frank and lovely.

So... how to answer?

After thinking about it, he decided to answer truthfully: "Treasure in the world."

Xiao Lan put away the knife.

He is unaware of his identity as a soul painter, and is full of fascinated confidence. This should be Luo's fault.