2113: C2113 Nightmares(part I)

C2113 Nightmares(part I)

Hard, too hard!1

This group of undead gave Yuwen Hu the impression that they were hard. Not to mention other things, just this body of copper skin and iron bones was enough to completely torture experts of the same level.

"Be careful, these things are still poisonous. It will be troublesome if you encounter them."

Lin Hao frowned and looked at the undeads in front of him. He could not help but wonder why so many dead bodies could be buried in a mere Mount Moon. He could even see the Goldskin Walking Corpse in pairs. This was somewhat illogical.

"Alright, it's also a good time to train a new martial skill."

Lin Hao's eyes flashed with a bright light. The Longsword in his hand was filled with endless electric light and restlessness.

In the level 5 Martial Spirit Gift Bag, Lin Hao still had a lot of things that he hadn't used yet. Among them was the Integrated Martial Skill and the opportunity to perfect his martial skill. Lin Hao listened to the Greyhound's suggestion. He merged the Flaming Cold Moon Arts that he hadn't used for a long time with the Red Lotus of Hell, and then used the opportunity to perfect his martial skill to further enhance the combined martial skill.

However, because the number of updates this time was too large, he couldn't use the Red Lotus of Hell for the time being. He needed to wait for a period of time before he could see the complete version.

After fusing with a Buddhist martial skill, he used another opportunity to perfect it. Even Lin Hao himself couldn't explain how powerful the next martial skill would be.

As for why he endured the pain and took out the Flaming Cold Moon Arts to fuse with it, Lin Hao had his own thoughts.

Firstly, the grade of the Flaming Cold Moon Arts was beyond ordinary. After fusing it, it could raise Lin Hao's self-created martial skill to a whole new level. Secondly, Lin Hao had obtained a thunder-attribute martial skill by chance. After weighing the pros and cons, Lin Hao finally decided to merge the Flaming Cold Moon Arts.

In the one hundred million Primeval Stones Gift Bag, there was still one more chance to draw. Lin Hao had used this lucky draw chance to obtain a thunder-attribute martial skill. As the saying went, it was better to come at the right time than to come at the right time. In the Mount Moon where evil beings ran amok, a thunder-attribute martial skill that could keep up with Lin Hao's rank made up for the gap in Lin Hao's thunder-attribute attack.

This thunder-attribute martial skill was not an ordinary martial skill. It could be considered a famous existence in the entire history. At least, Master, who used to be a martial skill, was once a famous figure.

At the end of the ancient era, at the beginning of the ancient era, there was a rumor that there was a Thunder Lord who once collected the Nine Heaven Profound Bombs. A youth who specialized in transcending the temptations of the devil in the human world had once set off tempestuous waves in an era. He had even been able to escape unscathed.

No one knew his name, but his nickname, Thunder Lord, had been passed down through the ages. It was the nightmare of all the youths who had lost their way, and it could be said that he had stopped crying at night.

The martial skill in Lin Hao's hand was the peerless martial skill that Thunder Lord had left behind. It could be considered a lucky chance for Lin Hao to obtain this martial skill.

Lin Hao looked coldly at the walking corpse whose soul had been hooked by the abyss. Boundless righteous energy gushed out from his chest, and a kind of lofty spirit that dared to be the world's first shone brightly.

"You bunch of things that have lost your souls, let me, Thunder Lord... Pui! I, White-robed God of Death, will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens, and free all of you from the abyss. Take my attack, five lightning strikes! "

Lin Hao's entire body slowly flew up, and his white robe fluttered without any wind. The Lightning on his body began to slowly surge out and gradually surrounded Lin Hao. In a moment, five thick lightning pillars that were like buckets were formed. These endless and restless lightning bolts... It was the nightmare of countless lost Abyssal youths.

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