‘Sure enough, the order in you is very interesting!’
The King of Time and the Lord of Space narrowed his eyes slightly, covering up the ray of light of order, and took out a pocket watch from his sleeve and handed it to Milo.
'When this pocket watch makes a sound, it will be time. Also, as a reward for tasting the order just now, I left some of your Han Xia's Zhou Guang and Void Enlightenment in the pocket watch, so you can learn from it.'
After saying that, the Lord of Time and the Lord of Space disappeared into the void.
Milo, who was holding the pocket watch, could not help but reveal a strange expression in his eyes. He silently felt his own situation.
The magic power has not changed, the realm has not changed, the perception has not been lost, and the operation of many Tao and legal principles has not changed. Even the previous weakness was just an illusion caused by the changes in the body, which also shows that something has indeed been extracted from Milo.
Recalling the previous words of the King of Time and the Lord of Space, Milo whispered softly: 'Is it order? It seems that the realm above Tianyi, or the level of a true god, uses concepts beyond my imagination.'
Thinking secretly, he put away his pocket watch, left this oasis, and walked towards the next temple.
A few days later, Kong Si approached Milo again. With the help of Kong Si's mouth, Milo spied on some secret information and recent events in the Kingdom of Sand. After knowing that God Pu De had no time to make trouble in a short time, Milo secretly relaxed.
Take a breath.
But soon, Milo found that he was happy too early.
Although he got rid of the pursuit of God Pu De, he was entangled by God Kongsi. At the beginning, Kongsi would use various information to gain Milo's favor, but slowly the other party began to carry some precious metals
, some precious decorations, and some extremely extravagant clothing.
Milo didn't even think about these gifts. Not to mention that they contained Kongsi's willpower, but many of the clothes and decorations impacted Milo's aesthetics. He really had no idea of wearing them.
Therefore, after Milo collected the information he wanted, he began to distance himself from Kong Si Lai intentionally or unintentionally.
Koons obviously saw Milo's thoughts, and after a short period of silence, he turned to look for him in the name of the Lord of Time and the Lord of Space.
When he first opened the door, Milo could still maintain a good attitude, patiently explain to him, and think of ways to get rid of him.
But as the opponent came more and more frequently, and with more and more fanfare, Milo had to move his position again and again. In the end, because he couldn't bear it, he hid his figure directly and began to
The people of the Sand Country wandered around.
And this move also made Milo hear a lot of things that made the veins on his forehead pop.
"Have you heard? The elegant and art-loving noble god has a new love interest."
In a market in an oasis, several businessmen around Milo were exchanging information in their hands. However, although they were bold, they would not blatantly call the gods by their names. Instead, they would use the priesthood as a proxy name.
"Hasn't this matter been circulating for a long time? Why don't you have new information?"
"of course?"
The businessman who just started to speak looked very proud. When everyone around him saw this, they all knew what he was thinking. They were flattering and complimenting, and then they heard him slowly say: "First point, this time the God of Nobles is still in love.
He is a human being who originated from the land of Hanxia in the East, and he is also a great scholar."
"It's Hanxia's creature again. It seems that the God of Nobles really likes Hanxia's things!"
"Who says it's not the case? The God of Nobles is known for his wisdom, so he naturally likes smart people. Don't forget that in "Moonlight Memoirs of Nobles", it is recorded that the God of Nobles fell in love with a wise man from Han Xia.
Many gods fought with each other, and even fell out with a great god. It's the same this time!"
A businessman on the side was surprised: "Could it be that this conflict between the God of Nobles and the God of Creation and Games originated from this?"
The businessman who just started to speak nodded: "Yes, it is precisely because of this willingness that it is best not to bring our goods to a place where these two gods exist at the same time. We can sell them directly at the next oasis, and then purchase a batch of new games.
Information, and then go to the next oasis to trade. After all, one of these two great gods likes to use strategies, and the other likes to solve problems with games. The priests who worship them have to hold competitions one after another, hoping to win the favor of the gods...
"
As soon as these words came out, many people around him showed excited expressions, and the businessman who spoke at the beginning exchanged glances with another businessman.
Milo took one look and knew that this information was spread deliberately by the two to obtain the goods from this group of merchants.
All of this can be considered normal business transactions, as well as information warfare.
If Milo himself was not the protagonist of this information war, he would even be willing to give this businessman some pointers.
'Kons...'
Milo rubbed his eyebrows and kept telling himself that there was nothing wrong with what the other party did.
According to the practices and customs of the Kingdom of Sand, this is the most convenient and more reasonable way to deal with Shang Pu De.
But as the person involved, Milo really didn't want to bear such a name.
Inexplicably, he suddenly understood why Dao Qing was unwilling to come to the Kingdom of Sand.
'However, Dao Qing has been in the Southern Islands for so long, hasn't he gotten used to it yet?'
Such a thought flashed through Milo's mind and he continued his journey.
His target this time was a regional demigod who had fallen for thousands of years, and whose origins originated from Kongs.
In the Kingdom of Sand, due to the special geographical environment and the legend that the Sun God enters the underworld once a night, the temperature difference between day and night in this land is extremely large, and the changes in the yin and yang poles have reached the point of inversion.
To put it simply, the desert after dark will automatically carry some characteristics of the underworld that have not been contaminated by chaos.
Stepping on the dry gravel and feeling the cold airflow around him, Milo moved his nose and smelled a rotten smell from the wind that made his head spin and make him want to vomit.
'Coming.'
Milo quickened his pace. After a while, the dead under the yellow sand seemed to feel the arrival of the living. Waves of sand and dust rose violently from the ground and quickly connected together to form a rolling sand tide, surrounding Milo.
Surrounded by layers.
Looking closely, he saw corpses hidden in the sand. There was no corrosion on these corpses, only gray-yellow strips of cloth stained with dirty blood and mildew. Their bodies exuded a strong smell of blood and putrefaction.
The breath, and at the same time the filthy power of death, is constantly eroding the breath of the underworld hidden in the surrounding sand, making it tainted with a smell similar to the sulfur gunpowder in the purgatory of the northern continent.
'After death, the believers persisted for three years, sacrificed tens of thousands of people with blood, and devoured all their followers at the last moment?'
Milo felt the power of death rolling around him. He took a casual glance at the undead and knew their special characteristics. With the help of the effects of the underworld and the filthy divine power, general exorcism and demon-killing techniques could not cause fundamental harm to them, while ordinary trauma
, can quickly absorb strength from the surrounding sand and recover, making it a nearly immortal force.
At this moment, this group of undead troops are waving their filthy cloths, and bits of yellow sand stained with the golden light of the will power and the smelly pus and blood are flying. The rotten flesh and bones are turned into powder under the crushing of the gravel and blended into it, scattering into the sand and dust.
Inside, the space of Milo is constantly compressed.
'No wonder the great gods of the Kingdom of Sand are unwilling to come here to deal with it, this guy is too disgusting!'
Milo frowned, what the dead demigod in front of him did was indeed very disgusting in the eyes of the gods.
He imprisoned the dead souls with a large amount of the breath of the dead, and then polluted his own domain and authority with the flesh and blood of the dead. According to the understanding of the gods, what this guy did was similar to throwing food into the sewer and stepping on it hard.
Lift your feet to allow full contact between food and drains.
Generally speaking, unless they really cannot survive, normal people would not think of going to the sewers to find food.
Similarly, although they are very concerned about authority and strength, the gods of the Kingdom of Sand also have little desire to forcibly pick up food from the filth. Rather than suppressing nausea and devouring this thing, they would rather spend their time reoccupying each other bit by bit.
In the field, the opponent is already dead anyway. If you spend more time, you can always take the opponent's position.
It was this idea of the gods of the Kingdom of Sand that allowed this demigod to survive for thousands of years and gave Milo the opportunity to analyze the power of the demigod.
He raised his hand and waved, and a ray of light flowed from the beads in his hand, converging on one of them. What was revealed inside was the four characters "Flying Sand and Moving Stone", which corresponded to one of the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang.
This method appears as flying sand and rolling stones on the outside, but in fact it is a method of clear and turbid movement and stillness. With a little success, it can drive the two qi of clear and turbid air. Therefore, the dust will fly, the gravel will fly, and the deceased hidden in it will begin to move uncontrollably.
Scattered.
The cloth strips on their bodies with good defensive power broke quickly under the impact of the gravel. Their bodies were also assimilated and decomposed by the gravel. They were cold and deep, and the power with the breath of death condensed in their bodies, which was also hidden in the gravel.
The energy was defeated, and it could only turn into yellow sand all over the sky, disappearing before Milo's eyes.
Although they began to slowly condense in the next moment, a slight breeze blew, and at the same time, a dry arm wrapped in a cloth stretched out from the gravel, trying to grab Milo's ankle, which could always interrupt the formation of the gravel when necessary.
, forcing the demigod under the sand to take action himself.
Countless gravel flowed, turning into a huge quicksand vortex that appeared at Milo's feet, and then countless strips of cloth with mold, filth, pus, blood and curses, like vines, or like giant snakes intertwining in mid-air.
, forming a huge spherical object.
During this period, each strip of cloth also launched an attack on Milo with countless ferocious, dead, and gloomy will-o’-the-wisps. These flames were originally the divine fire condensed by demigods. After his death for thousands of years, they were affected by the power of the underworld and corrupt gods.
The influence has become extremely dirty and corrosive.
The most troublesome thing is that once this thing is contaminated, it is very difficult to deal with. Milo learned from Kongsi that there was a demigod who did not believe in evil who came to deal with the dead demigod. After being hit by the flames, he was horrified.
He screamed and hid in his own divine domain for nearly a hundred years without meeting outsiders.
And when the god went out for the first time after a hundred years of self-isolation, his whole body was like walking out of a pile of spices, full of chaotic and mixed aromas.
"He wanted to cover up an almost deep-rooted stench about him."
This was Kongsi's last comment. Milo, who roughly guessed the nature of this flame, was naturally unwilling to accept it. He opened his fingers, and subtle lightning appeared on his fingertips. As another orb above the flowing beads bloomed, the lightning
They intertwined in the palm of his hand and continued to agitate, stirring up streams of light. The next second they exploded and turned into endless thunderbolts, falling with fierce and domineering thunder to meet the gloomy ghost fire.
When the two came into contact, lightning rolled, green flames flew, and the filthy cloth strips tightened in the void, leaving a humanoid corpse in place.
It can be seen that the head of this corpse is obviously not a human being, but some kind of animal, but it is limited by the cover of the cloth, and the filth and pus and blood emit a mist-like aura to cover it, making it impossible for people to see its essence clearly.
With the appearance of this corpse, Milo could feel that the surrounding underworld was completely polluted. Sacred and twisted, filthy and pure power continued to emanate from the corpse and spread to the surroundings.
The entire void is like a swamp, thick, smelly, and difficult to pass through.
'The spirit of nature full of order!'
The corpse had a long mouth, and his senses were obviously different from those of normal people. It seemed that he could see the essence of Milo's body, an incarnation made of a magical tree. In the empty eye sockets, little phosphorus fire danced.
His words were also very abnormal, full of twisted feelings, trying to affect Milo's spirit.
This can be regarded as a major characteristic of demigods. As reserves of near-immortal true gods who have concentrated authority, most demigods have some ability similar to golden words and the ability to follow the rules.
After their death, this characteristic was distorted by the corruption of death and turned into a power full of pollution. Just like cancerous cells, it continued to expand its influence outwards, causing everyone who heard it to be affected by it.
Thought erosion.
'By swallowing you, I can regain some vitality and return to the earth!'
The corpse said, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to grab Milo. His five fingers were also made up of strips of cloth. The twisted marks and filthy pus and blood on them formed twisted human faces. At this moment, they were all
Opening his mouth wide, revealing his sharp teeth, he lowered his palm and tried to eat Milo.
The densely packed mouth and blurry face are enough to give people trypophobia.
Milo was not afraid at all. He took half a step back to make some space. He opened his five fingers and intertwined the lightning. The explosion made a thunderous sound in the void. The demigod's corpse also retreated one after another, and the arm stretched out in front was even more...
The lightning exploded into pieces.
And those flying fragments, like worms or other molluscs, twisted in the air, spliced together to form mouths, and rushed towards Milo again. The nearly empty pupils above these mouths revealed attachment and madness.
, hoping to drag the person in front of him into the ranks of despair and suffer with him.