There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 511, The Destroyer of the World (Part 1)
Stepping into this bustling city, Xiao Yang's eyes still held a hint of curiosity.

"I don't understand why we came here."

"I don't even know where I am."

Due to the operation of the Concealing Breath Technique and its unique nature, even when standing on a busy street, no one noticed his presence for a moment, and even the world itself seemed to overlook him.

until.

Until he could clearly see what was happening not far away.

Inside the magnificent shop.

One by one, creatures of different appearances were hung on exquisite iron hooks, repeatedly bargaining.

The skinning and deboning were done with the same meticulous precision as selling livestock.

"How many spirit coins is the essence blood?"

"A sincere offer of 1,500 spirit coins is already very cheap, considering this is a devout priest who is over level 30."

"It's a bit expensive."

"Sir, if you also want the soul, then I can give you a discount."

Such a conversation took place.

People walking on the street are used to this scene.

Xiao Yang found it hard to understand this scene.

Head up.

Their gazes met those of the "goods" being haggled over.

A priestess wearing a white robe.

They were even somewhat familiar with each other.

“A priest of holy light.”

In her numb and desperate gaze.

Xiao Yang turned his head slightly to the side.

He needs to make a definition.

He needs to do something.

But before he does anything, he needs to define what is happening in front of him.

He hasn't defined so many guys yet.

At that moment, the inspiration that had been exaggerated to the extreme was unleashed.

It spread like wildfire.

His mental attributes are exaggerated.

【Spirit: 360】

If we were to assess the mental rigidity of an ordinary human being, without involving any extraordinary abilities, even at the limit, it would only be five points.

Currently, Xiao Yang's mental attribute is 360 points, which is 72 times that of an ordinary human.

It doesn't seem to have exceeded that by much.

"Only seventy-two times."

But actually, that's not how it's calculated.

Compared to other basic attributes, mental attributes are much harder to improve, and their diminishing returns are far more severe.

Even when physical training reaches its limit, there are always ways to break through it if you want to.

But how do we envision the expansion of our spiritual horizons?

Xiao Yang did not ask the mage master.

He probably doesn't know.

Even for legendary mages, there are limits to the improvement of their spirit; they can focus more on cultivating their magical power.

His spirit is exaggerated.

That's incredibly exaggerated.

This is an inevitable result of moving closer to greatness.

A spirit that is gradually being elevated.

Or.

"A soul that is gradually becoming alienated."

That interpretation is also correct.

To some extent, Xiao Yang already possesses some of the unique qualities of those treacherous individuals who roam the sea of ​​the mind.

Not those rampant converts in the rotten land.

It is not those evil spirits that were prematurely cast into the heavens to grow wildly.

It is truly in the deep ocean, in that darkest of seas, opening one's eyes to peer upwards at those, the true, part of the qualities of "God".

The rampant senses fed back to Xiao Yang, forcefully pushing his presence into every inch of this world.

It started spreading from where he was standing.

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

"He's watching."

“He saw it.”

The definition can now be created.

The definition can now be created.

"Perhaps none of you can even be considered human."

Softly, such a murmur arose.

At this point, it becomes clear what needs to be done next.

"You don't think those scarlet eyes are just decoration, do you?" The dark blue flag unfurled.

Prayers upon prayers.

"Great, great, great Lord!"

"Kill me."

"I pray for you."

The strange, scarlet armor, covered in a layer of blood, looked ferocious and terrifying.

A hideous giant axe, so black that not a single ray of light could see through.

A silver crown.

The Dungeon Invaders have disturbed the world.

It carried out a robbery in a very brutal manner.

Three golden items appeared in front of Xiao Yang.

No selection was made.

Xiao Yang did not hide what he was going to do, and this attitude made the awakened world respond quickly.

Dark clouds rose from the sky, and white lightning flashed across them.

Such commotion could no longer be concealed.

"Humans, no, these are not human."

They saw it.

They saw Xiao Yang suddenly appear.

He frowned, looking somewhat surprised.

Perhaps Xiao Yang's imposing presence was too overwhelming, for a moment no one dared to make a move.

But Xiao Yang made a move.

He brandished the dark, massive axe in his hand.

One head after another suddenly fell off the body.

Like tender shoots cut off by a sickle.

From a certain perspective.

What Xiao Yang is doing at this moment.

It's like a madman who suddenly barges in and starts a killing spree.

Even the Church of Holy Light often conducts a sermon before punishing evil.

"But Xiao Yang omitted such a process."

He came... "to be more direct."

"Start the killing."

He cannot be blamed for this.

To some extent.

"he is sick."

He looks like a normal person.

In reality, it was already terminally ill.

"He's a madman."

He is also an extremely dangerous and terrifying madman who ranks among the top in the entire universe.

With a blank expression, he raised his weapon and stepped forward.

Behind.

The body fell to the ground.

Crimson blood flowed out.

A dark blue figure appeared and caught the heads that were falling to the ground.

Step by step.

Xiao Yang approached the magnificent shop in front of him.

Perhaps they are focused on bargaining.

The two men who were talking didn't notice what was happening in front of them in time.

We were a bit careless.

Of course, this may also be related to the fact that this city, as the center of the Ghost World, is filled with arrays that restrict magic and gods.

Until those crisp footsteps stopped beside me.

They sensed something was wrong.

He looked up in surprise.

They saw the scarlet figure, and then they died.

His head was caught by the dark blue figure, the movement gentle, as if he had caught some rare treasure. The figure trembled slightly, as if he had caught some kind of exquisite food.

The way these guys were acting and looking at each other was just like the evil spirits that lure people into the mountains and the water ghosts that drag people into the water.

But never mind, it's not a big problem.

Xiao Yang felt no remorse for taking in any of the Deep Blue Chant, that is, any of the members of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Put down the priest of holy light who has been suspended.

He grinned as his lifeless gaze fell upon him.

"It's okay, it's okay."

(End of this chapter)