Seeing Luo Zheng agreeing so easily, Elder Chun showed a trace of suspicion on his face.
However, she knew her son's strength well. Among the younger generation of the Chiyou clan, except for Cheng Wei and Maoxue, Duo Mo really had no rival.
Diao Yuan did not agree with Cheng Wei's suggestion, why should he compete with that boy Duo Mo?
But Luo Zheng agreed so quickly, and Diao Yuan had nothing to say.
There is a wide wasteland on one side of Nahuang Cave. This impromptu duel immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Alas! Alas! Who is Duo Mo competing with?" A woman with neat bangs came up and asked curiously.
This woman is less than twenty years old, with a very beautiful face under her neat bangs, and a pair of big and smart eyes looking at Luo Zheng not far away.
"Maoxue, are you out too?" Cheng Wei glanced at Maoxue.
Maoxue is the most powerful middle-ranked desolate god among the Chiyou tribe. The purity of her bloodline is not very high, but her bloodline has undergone some special mutations. It is said that this situation is very rare.
"I heard a lot of noise outside. Who is that young man? I have never seen him before," Maoxue said.
Cheng Wei smiled slightly, "I mentioned to you a few days ago that he is Luo Zheng who saved my life."
"It turns out it's him. It's so interesting! According to what you said, Luo Zheng is really that magical. Isn't Duo Mo destined to lose?" Mao Xue asked again.
"Probably, you'll know just by looking at it," Cheng Wei shrugged.
Under everyone's gaze, Duo Mo gently uttered the word "long", and his figure quickly expanded.
In an instant, Duo Mo turned into a giant thousands of feet tall, and then his voice rang out like thunder, "It's your turn, little guy!"
In Duo Mo's eyes, the power of the Desolate God in Luo Zheng's body is pitiful. Even if he activates the power of the Desolate God, it is only less than a hundred feet in size. He is still a "little guy" in front of him.
However, Luo Zheng did not intend to have a serious competition, and he did not want to waste time on Duo Mo.
"No need, I don't need to activate the power of the Aragami to deal with you..."
Luo Zheng stood on the ground, looking up at Duo Mo, who was as big as a mountain.
"Really? Then try..."
Duo Mo sneered and moved his huge palm down towards Luo Zheng. In his opinion, slapping Luo Zheng to death was about the same as slapping an ant to death.
Luo Zheng stood there and his eyes flashed slightly, and a powerful soul pressure spread out.
Elder Chun has been paying attention to Luo Zheng's movements. Seeing that Luo Zheng was so calm, she speculated whether Luo Zheng had any extremely powerful backhand or possessed a special magic weapon.
Unexpectedly, Luo Zheng burst out with such powerful soul power in an instant!
Even before Duo Mo's slap came down, he felt as if his mind was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer, and his face instantly turned pale.
With a "pop", he knelt on the ground.
"You..." Duo Mo roared, gritting his teeth and sweeping towards Luo Zheng.
But just as he took action, his mind was shocked again, his soul was shaken, and Venus appeared on his forehead.
"Boom!"
This time he fell to the ground...
Duo Mo, who was lying on the ground, was still unconvinced and wanted to struggle, but his body was shaken violently again, and he was paralyzed on the ground without moving, and then fainted.
"Pfft..."
Seeing this scene, Maoxue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She asked Cheng Wei: "Are you sure this is a competition? Is the gap too big?"
Cheng Wei shrugged his shoulders, "The unequal fight has been expected for a long time. Duo Mo is completely humiliating himself."
The true gods in the God's Domain more often use soul attacks as a sneak attack, but they will never rely entirely on soul attacks. After all, if the opponent has soul-type defensive magic weapons, using soul attacks will be very pale.
But the wild gods in this world all have weak and pitiful souls.
Luo Zheng can kill the desolate gods of the same level without restraint.
A desolate god like Duo Mo is almost defenseless in front of him.
"Is it okay?"
Luo Zheng walked over slowly, stared at Elder Chun and asked.
"It turns out that your soul power is so powerful, but relying on such means to win is too weak to win," Elder Chun said with a complex expression.
In front of Luo Zheng, Duo Mo had no power to fight back.
Luo Zheng smiled lightly, "A ruler is long and an inch is short. What does Elder Chun mean that I can't use my advantages?"
Although Elder Chun is a woman, her temperament is quite heroic. After thinking about it, she said calmly: "It's because my son is not good at studying. He should give up his duties to the cashier Huangdong."
"If I had known this, why bother?" Diao Yuan couldn't help but curled his lips.
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On the wall of Nahuang Cave, fine bone patterns are densely covered.
Luo Zheng reached out and gently rubbed these bone patterns, "These bone patterns are naturally produced by the animal bones of the Ancient God of Chaos. It is strange that they can channel the power of the Desolate God..."
At the bottom of Nahuang Cave, there was only room for one person to sit quietly. After Luo Zheng entered it and waited for a while, he felt a strong aura of the power of the desolate god emanating from it.
The power of the desolate gods continued to flow along the bone patterns, gradually gathering towards Luo Zheng.
"Such a rich power of the wild god..."
Above the Nahuang Cave, there are ten people who are constantly refining the desolate bones and sending the pure power of the desolate god into the Nahuang Cave.
They specialize in refining desolate bones, and their techniques are skillful and experienced, which is more than ten times faster than Luo Zheng's own refining speed!
Luo Zheng's mind moved slightly, and the power of the Desolate God seemed to be alive, forming a torrent, converging towards Luo Zheng's body, infiltrating, and diffusing...
This power of the wild god is filled with every bone, every piece of flesh and blood, and every hair of his.
Just like that, six days later...
"Elder Diao Yuan, Luo Zheng has absorbed almost two million desolate bones, do you want to continue?" Wei Cong asked.
Three million pieces of desolate bones are already quite a huge amount for a low-level desolate god.
If it were someone else who absorbed two to three hundred thousand desolate bones, there would be signs of physical calamity coming, but Luo Zheng is not moving at all now, and is still absorbing the power of the desolate god continuously, like a bottomless pit.
"Continue!" Diao Yuan smiled.
Previously, the old man said that he would provide Luo Zheng with ten pieces of bloodline barren bones. Diao Yuan was still worried, but now he saw that his worries were completely unnecessary.
This guy's physique is far from what it seems on the surface.
Now that Elder Diao Yuan said this, Wei Cong has no worries. Since Luo Zheng has such a big appetite, he simply fired several more people to refine the desolate bones for Luo Zheng.
A large amount of desolate bones poured into the Nahuang Cave again, and were absorbed by Luo Zheng.
However, another time passed. Six days later, Luo Zheng once again absorbed more than two million desolate bones, but he still did not move at all.
At this time, Diao Yuan could not sit still. The desolate bones were nothing to the Chiyou clan, but it was too exaggerated for Luo Zheng to absorb the power of the desolate gods.