3899: C3899 Spending Money like a Waterfall(part Ii)

C3899 Spending Money like a Waterfall(part Ii)

Six minutes and 90 million, an hour and 60 minutes, Calculating it, it was 900 million! Thinking about how this summoning ritual would last for at least an hour. . .0

Two hours was two hours, one hour was three hours, three hours was 900 million per hour. Three, nine, twenty-seven. . .

Two billion seven hundred million!!

I'm f * cking going to die, don't stop me!!

Lin Hao was about to go crazy. No one could experience what he was feeling right now.

One minute and one second, Lin Hao saw his Primeval Stone flowing away crazily. It made him feel despair. Every minute and every second that passed was calculated to be tens of millions of Primeval Stone. It turned out that this was not something that could be described as a few million per minute. It was more like a few tens of millions per minute.

However, this wasn't worth being proud of. Lin Hao was about to cry to death.

To Lin Hao, this was simply torture. It was the third level of torture for the physical body's soul and the wallet! If this kind of torture continued, it would drive him crazy!

Lin Hao felt like he was about to be turned into a river by the current of sorrow, but he couldn't stop it. To him, every warrior in Undead Empire was very important. This was the guarantee that Lin Hao would be able to face his enemies in the future. Not only six hundred lord, but also those low-grade undead warriors were very important to him.

The accumulation of soil was like a mountain, at least in a battlefield below the Emperor level. This principle was always applicable. As long as there were enough of them, even the Emperor wouldn't dare to ignore so many attacks.

It was very important, very important, he must not give up so easily, he must not stop. . .

Lin Hao silently comforted himself in his heart, but he couldn't stop the pain in his heart. What was going on? Why did his heart ache so much? Oh, right. Was this the Primeval Stone that was flowing out? That is my blood and sweat!

Lin Hao's heart ached so much that he nearly fainted from crying. However, there was no other way. The treasured sword that he had called out had tears in its eyes.

Lin Hao was destined to suffer in this pain for an hour and a half.

Skeleton King was currently floating in the air above the stone platform. His huge black robe was fluttering in the air even though there was no wind. The violent death Qi filled Skeleton King's body with a kind of evil and solemn aura. Lin Hao had once read about the records of hell. It was said that there was a Hell Monarch who had appeared in the world. This was the majestic scene. Although Skeleton King's current strength wasn't enough to be called the realm of a God Monarch, in a short period of time. . . This violent amount of death Qi alone had already surpassed Skeleton King's own strength.

Endless death Qi surged out of Skeleton King's body and poured into the ground continuously. Skeleton King's soul fire was bursting, and he could vaguely hear strange murmurs in the air, as if they were singing a poem.

If Lin Hao could understand the unique sound of the underworld, he would remember that he had heard this kind of chant before. Unfortunately, Lin Hao was immersed in grief and could not free himself from it. Naturally, he had no time to care about the content of the chant.

His line of sight followed Skeleton King's death aura and flowed into the ground. It slowly spread from the ground to the ground. Countless specially made underground veins slowly flowed into every corner of the Mount Moon.

At this moment, the aura of death that came out of the ground seemed to have magic power. It was very scattered and even swept up all the corpses in the outer perimeter of the Mount Moon. The aura of death slowly moved from the outer perimeter of the Mount Moon to the middle. It was very slow, but it was also like a tempestuous storm.

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