Chapter 40: The Twelve Levels of the Lower Realm
When Lin Luo used his spiritual power sword to stop the dragon, the strange beast in the membrane had no idea that things would develop like this.
Before this, if someone said that a magician of the same level had defeated a dragon, all creatures in the underworld would just treat that person as a joke, including humans themselves.
But when this matter was placed before their eyes, they had no choice but to believe it!
"Among the same level, there are only a few humans who can defeat the dragon, but there is definitely no magician. He must have been lucky!" This is what the strange beasts thought in their hearts.
But these strange beasts from the lower world couldn't help but wonder how this human could become stronger with each battle?
At this moment, no strange beasts knew the term "Fallen", and the same was true for the dragons, otherwise they would not have shown surprise.
There is a well-known fact in the underworld: most of the dragon gods are dead, and the surviving gods have fallen into a deep sleep.
Since then, the dragon clan has been cut off from the higher divine realm. It is normal for the dragon clan, which has been incompatible with other races since ancient times, to be isolated from the news.
Lin Luo successfully "hijacked" the magic dragon, and these low-level beasts that were its followers could not remain indifferent.
If the dragon dies inside the membrane, their clan will definitely not survive!
In an instant, the sounds of beasts were heard everywhere, and their neatly arranged formation became restless.
Soon, dense swarms of flying beasts surrounded Lin Luo and the dragon. Looking around, the sky was full of wings flapping constantly, and the whistling wind and shrill roars echoed in the space.
The strange beast on the ground slowly walked forward, as if wanting to declare war on the human side.
The strange beast is threatening Lin Luo!
"Get out!" He shouted, and countless long swords appeared from the void and surrounded the dragon. His tone was gloomy: "All strange beasts retreat to the edge of the membrane. Otherwise, I will make this dragon a dead dragon!"
Lin Luo knew that the strange beast could not exit the membrane space, so he could only compromise. It would not be too much to let the strange beast retreat to the edge, right?
The powerful mental force carried the sound in all directions, making the strange beasts a little afraid. They slowly retreated to the distance, still growling in their mouths.
Lin Luo couldn't figure out their thoughts, nor did he want to figure it out. His mental power condensed into a long sword, which hovered in front of the dragon.
Reverse threat!
His current level has reached 38, and his mental strength has also increased to 28W!
The sword mind is divided into nine realms, and each subsequent realm can bring about a qualitative change in the sword mind.
And his sword consciousness only reached the first level of understanding: sword forging!
But with the blessing of Lin Luo's massive mental power, the power of the sword in the first realm increased again, and it could easily pierce the dragon's scales.
The dragon panicked and carried him backwards in a hurry, trying to stay away from the spiritual sword.
"I've already given up, you can't kill me!" It said in horror: "My father is the elder of the Lava Dragon Clan, an eleventh-level extraordinary powerhouse!
He controls a large Warcraft empire. If you kill me, the empire's wrath will burn you to ashes! The dragons will also hunt you endlessly! "
"Eleventh level?" Lin Luo was a little surprised by the dragon's answer. This dragon cub had a pretty good background, so it was no wonder he was named Long Aotian.
The dragon asked cautiously, "Are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?! Just stay still!" Lin Luo patted the dragon horn beside him and said, "I won't kill you for now. Just let the beast go back to where it came from, and I'll let you go."
Lin Luo was a little surprised to hear that this young dragon was actually the prince of a large Warcraft empire.
Although I don’t know what the large Warcraft Empire is, just hearing the name makes people feel a sense of awe.
"Can you really let me go back?"
"How about I save it for you to eat dragon meat hotpot?"
"No... no need!" The dragon said anxiously to the beasts in a trembling voice, "Did you hear me? Back off quickly!"
The beasts first retreated a few steps as ordered, and then a tiger roar came from the edge of the film. They immediately fell silent, staring at Lin Luo, as if they didn't hear the words of the magic dragon.
Lin Luo looked outside the film and saw that a huge circular blue portal had opened in the sky at some point, and countless giant monsters poured out of it.
Dozens of giant dragons have gathered above the film. Although their shapes vary, they are at least a hundred meters long. They are probably relatives, guards, etc. of the young dragon.
The overwhelming wings obscured the sky, and the membrane space seemed a little dark. Only the beam of light in the center still emitted a faint ice-blue glow.
Lin Luo looked into the distance and saw endless magical beasts pouring in from outside the membrane. They crowded together and pushed the herd inside the membrane forward.
Among these strange beasts, 90% are at the fourth level!
Fortunately, there are no fifth-level creatures among these strange beasts pouring into the membrane space.
Lin Luo didn't believe that all the cunning monsters would be so rational. It could only be that they were restricted by the rules of the membrane, otherwise he would have been beaten to dust by the high-level monsters.
At this moment, he seemed to realize what a large-scale Warcraft empire meant. It was an irresistible disaster!
Unless the crack space is destroyed, the Star Empire will never be able to stop the surging beasts!
The earth rolled over under the trampling of these mountain-like beasts, and the sound of trees breaking could be heard. Wherever the beasts went, the plants were trampled into pieces, leaving only the fishy smell of soil.
The people at the space crack suddenly felt their legs go numb and cold sweat ran down their foreheads.
It was midsummer and they were all wearing thin clothing. The timid ones had their backs soaked and didn't even have the courage to run away.
The joy brought to people by the victory in the battle was completely washed away by the scene before them, and was replaced by a deep fear of the strange beast.
In the thin membrane space, the strange beasts in the sky were slowly approaching Lin Luo, or rather, they were approaching the magic dragon.
The strange beasts are showing their value. Only by rescuing this young dragon can they claim credit from the Warcraft Empire.
Seeing this, Xiahou Xuan hurriedly led his men to fly to Lin Luo's side. The empire was right behind them, and they couldn't retreat!
The large number of humans flying around the dragon made it extremely impatient. It snorted a burst of flames from its nose and growled in dragon language, "There are so many ants!"
"Shut up! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!" Lin Luo stomped his foot, and the dragon's head sank suddenly and pierced the spiritual sword, screaming in pain.
The dragon was shaking all over and flying around in the air.
The strange beast paused and hesitated to move forward.
"General Xia," Lin Luo said, "Have the people evacuate the spatial rift. The guards will set up the barrier and leave immediately!"
"Then what are you going to do?" Xiahou Xuan asked worriedly.
"I want to try to break that beam of light." Lin Luo said firmly.
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Xiahou Xuan led his men out of the membrane space. Lin Luo stood on the head of the magic dragon and looked calmly at the group of strange beasts in front of him.
"Little Lizard, how are the realms in your world divided?"
"You are the lizard, and so are your whole family!" The dragon gritted its teeth viciously.
"You have a pretty hot temper, huh?"
Lin Luo waved his hand, and the spiritual sword stabbed the dragon's arm. The latter whispered honestly: "The realm of gods and demons is divided into nine levels. It is said that it was formed by nine worlds overlapping together.
In the lower realm where I live, the realm is divided into twelve levels. When one becomes a saint at the twelfth level, one can pass through the realm gate and enter the second realm."
Lin Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, gathering burning energy in his hands, and asked, "After passing through, can I come back?"
"No, the gate is one-way." The dragon answered obediently.
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