V6.Chapter 437

The light like the red sun shone on the body of the golden monster, and its mouth sent out a miserable howl of its own, and its whole body trembled violently, desperately trying to escape from the coverage of the light power.

However, no matter where it escapes, there will be a power of heaven and earth triggered by the power of the water God waiting for it.

This is the best way he Yiming found after many battles.

The power of the five elements God is extremely powerful. It is quite effective against those dead creatures with a lower level, but when you want to entangle this golden monster, it is far less effective than using the power of water alone.

In this way, as if the monster was trapped in the mire, after struggling desperately for nearly a quarter of an hour, it finally stopped all its actions slowly. All the protection on its body was consumed by the burning of the light power, and its body also began to burn, slowly turning into a mass of ashes in front of he Yiming.

He Yiming was surprised by the powerful power of the golden monster.

Under the power of his light, ordinary dead creatures are basically instantly purified, but this golden monster actually persisted for more than a quarter of an hour. This powerful power naturally moved he Yiming.

However, he did not know that if other Shinto strongmen in this world knew that he Yiming had successfully killed a golden monster in only a quarter of an hour, they would certainly be greatly impressed, and even regard him as a higher-level strongman.

With a gentle breath, the ashes in the air immediately disappeared, but in the light, there was something about a foot long, round, sharp head, emitting golden light.

He Yiming frowned slightly, and he immediately recognized that this thing was the monster's terrible mouthpiece.

Hesitated for a moment, he Yiming reached out and put this thing into the five element world.

After all this, he took a deep breath. Before meeting this golden monster, he was full of confidence. No matter how many dead creatures came, it seemed that there was no return under his light power.

But now after fighting with the golden monster, he knew the horror of these guys. Although he seemed to kill one easily. But without the help of the death creature's nemesis, the light power and the Shinto puppet, he would never have wanted to kill this monster so smoothly.

At the thought of the terrifying number of these monsters, he Yiming's scalp is faintly numb.

However, he also knew that the number of these top golden monsters would not be compared with those endless ordinary monsters on the ground. If there are so many golden monsters, even if the divine dragon and other human gods and divine beasts are a hundred times stronger, they will never be able to defend that channel.

He hesitated for a moment, and with a gentle wave of his wrist, the five element ring had appeared in his hand.

He originally wanted to get familiar with the body of the Shinto as much as possible, and began to forge the five element ring of the Shinto after mastering the power of the Shinto as skillfully as possible, but now it seems that this step should be done in advance.

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, he Yiming followed the same path back, and the Shinto puppet quietly followed behind him.

However, after he Yiming returned to his original place and waited for a whole hour, he still didn't wait for the return of the powerful Shinto. Inexplicably, his heart was a little agitated. Could it be that the Shinto strongman had missed?

However, these old-fashioned human gods and beasts have been fighting with dead creatures here for 500 years. It seems that they should not miss it anyway.

A moment later, when he Yiming was considering whether to leave, a powerful breath of life came from afar like flying.

He Yiming smiled, and he immediately sensed that this was the strong man of human Shinto who had just fought with one enemy and two golden monsters.

If you are in normal flight, of course, you will not release your breath. But now the man certainly didn't want to cause misunderstanding, so he deliberately released his own breath.

He Yiming just pondered for a moment, and immediately released his hidden breath again. However, compared with the unbridled publicity of the other party, he Yiming was quite cautious. After all, he is always a newly advanced Shinto strongman. In front of these old Shinto strongmen, it's better to keep a low profile.

After he made the five element ring and the black turtle shell into artifacts, it is estimated that he is qualified to compete with these strong men.

"Haha, it's been 500 years. We are the only old people who are still here. I thought there would be no new people coming in. I didn't expect to meet new people today." A rumbling sound rang from the distance, and the man obviously slowed down, which seemed not to cause any misunderstanding.

He Yiming was dumbfounded. It is estimated that these people have looked old-fashioned for 500 years, and they have been a little bored. Therefore, after knowing that a new Shinto has entered, they unexpectedly showed such enthusiasm.

He Yiming also paid enough respect to the visitor as soon as his powerful breath was released.

"Tianchi Yimai he Yiming has seen the elder."

"Needless to say what predecessors." The voice laughed brightly and said, "they are all people in the Shinto. What else do you need to be polite?"

Although the man had tried to slow down the speed of approaching, after these words of gossip, he still flew over from the endless sand.

This man is a middle-aged man, with powerful whiskers on his face, and his eyes are like copper bells. Even a careless stare is estimated to scare half the souls of ordinary people.

However, this person's dress was somewhat unexpected. He turned out to be topless, and his lower body was surrounded by a layer of ordinary black animal skin and other things at the key. In any way, this is undoubtedly a savage.

Although he Yiming knew that he should not show suspicion, after all, he had not reached the point where Mount Tai collapsed like those old foxes without changing his face, so he suddenly became tongue tied and even forgot to speak.

At first, there was a flash of anger in the man's eyes, but then it dissipated. Instead, he looked at he Yiming with great interest.

After half a ring, he Yiming finally woke up from the shock. His face was slightly red. Looking at the animal skin surrounded by each other's lower body, he seemed to look familiar. My heart moved slightly, and I immediately understood that these animal skins should be stripped from those dead creatures.

With a light cough, he Yiming said, "excuse me, brother..."

The man waved his hand and said, "I, Mu Zilong, have been here for more than 500 years. My little brother should have just entered."

He Yiming nodded repeatedly, thinking that this was nonsense.

Mou Zilong's eyes congealed, looking at the Shinto puppet beside he Yiming, and said, "brother he, this is?"

In fact, when he just saw these two people, he was also surprised, especially this Shinto puppet, whose breath was strange and unpredictable, even made him feel difficult to grasp.

However, his life experience is far from that of he Yiming, so he didn't show any expression on his face.

He Yiming did not hide it and said, "brother Mou, this is my little brother's puppet. I'll make you laugh."

"Puppet?" Mu Zilong's eyes gleamed. He looked at them carefully and said, "brother he, as I know, the art of puppet is only popular in the western world. But even there, I have never heard of a puppet with the realm of Shinto."

He Yiming smiled and said, "brother Mou, this puppet does have the power of Shinto, but it is not a western thing, but a refined product of our eastern strongmen."

Mu Zilong's face changed slightly, and he said, "there is such an expert in the east? Can it be refined into a puppet of the false god realm..." he paused, and he whispered, "is it possible that there is another strong man in the false god realm outside?"

He Yiming smiled bitterly. With the current situation outside, let alone the strong in the false god realm, even the strong in the false god realm could not appear.

He sighed softly and said, "the man who refined this puppet is a peak of humanity."

Mou Zilong's face suddenly became extremely funny. The expression on his face was clear. He was absolutely skeptical, and there were still many elements of suspicion.

He Yiming shrugged his shoulders. This kind of thing can't be explained. Unless he exposed the secret of the sacred way, no one believed it.

Mu Zilong's eyes finally came back from the Shinto puppet. His throat suddenly stirred and said, "brother he, did you come in this time with food?"

He Yiming was slightly stunned. He subconsciously nodded his head.

Mu Zilong's eyes suddenly flickered and said, "brother he, if you don't mind, share a little." He coughed softly and said, "if you have extra clothes, please lend me some."

He Yiming blinked his eyes twice and finally understood one thing. People in the Shinto can actually absorb the power of heaven and earth to maintain their consumption. For them, pitching Valley is already an almost instinctive ability, so they can survive in this environment for so long.

However, the food and clothes they brought in can't stand the use of 500 years, so it's not surprising that they have become like savages.

With a flip of his hand, he Yiming took out a suit of clothes and some food from the five element space without hesitation.

Mou Zilong laughed several times, and there was an unspeakable sense of relief.

If these things were 500 years ago, he would not even bother to look at them, but here, he has a kind of excitement filled with the whole chest.

For 500 years, he finally saw the objects belonging to the human world again.

He gently stretched out his hand and put on his long shirt with lightning speed. Although this long shirt is still slightly smaller, it is far from what it was just now.

He Yiming picked up the food in his hand and swallowed it clean. This speed and attitude made he Yiming an eye opener.

In just a moment, Mou Zilong had finished all this. He straightened his body, and a powerful breath immediately spread around him.

At this moment, he had the unique dignity of the powerful Shinto.