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Xu Fu continued, "Humans do not possess individual strength, but their gene sequences are extremely stable. Every part of their structure is meticulously designed and almost irreversible, unlike the underworld."

"The species here are highly unstable, including many subspecies such as half-dragon people, demon lizard people, and red rock people. They can automatically adjust their physical mechanisms according to the environment and even change their gene sequences to gain the ability to survive and reproduce. This ability allows them to adapt to the terrifying natural environment of the underworld, but it also creates a problem, which is that it is difficult to maintain traditions and form a unique cultural system."

"It is impossible for the underworld to establish its own civilization or develop technology."

Diana waved her hand and said, "What's the point of saying all this? What does it matter to us whether they develop technology or not? The most important thing now is to find the Valley of No Return and return to Earth. I don't want to stay here for another minute."

Xu Fu composed himself and said seriously.

"We will be back, believe me."

Just then, with a "glug" sound, as if a heart was beating, the swollen sac shrank inside and then suddenly exploded.

puff

Blood and plasma gushed out from all directions, but Xu Fu blocked them with his raised hand.

"Adam, what's wrong?"

"You are fine!"

A few seconds later, a cheerful voice rang out from inside.

"I'm alright, young master, I... I pulled through."

Before he even got close, a tall figure crawled out from the blood-soaked wound, and he smelled the pungent stench of blood.

Xu Fu frowned slightly and used his Taoist magic to create a stream of water to wash the corpse. The bloodstains disappeared, revealing a dragon-man corpse covered in black and red scales. Compared to it, Akorn seemed to be a completely different person.

Its body has shrunk, but become more graceful. Its tail has disappeared, two horns have grown on its head, its wings have become four wings, its limbs are slender and covered with dense, fine scales, and its muscles are like thin steel that has been honed tens of thousands of times, possessing explosive power.

"Not bad, not bad"

Xu Fu looked him up and down and couldn't help but praise him, "Now you have almost no qualifications."

"Thank you, young master."

Akorn bowed and said, "Master Adam's kindness will never be forgotten."

"Alright, enough talk. Take the Heart of the Dragon and let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Akorn walked up to the Dragon Heart, lifted it with one hand; the Dragon Heart weighed over four hundred pounds. His strength and defense increased eightfold. Although he couldn't compare to monsters like Clark and Rongen, he was still considered one of the strongest.

The evolution of bloodlines brings not only physical changes, but also changes in thought and will; many things change imperceptibly.

Akorn is no longer a half-dragon, but has become a higher life form second only to dragons.

...

After the group left, the land immediately became a paradise for ghouls and seamstresses. All sorts of monsters swarmed in from all directions, drinking dragon blood and eating dragon meat in large chunks.

The Nether Dragon is a top-level creature with an extremely high level of life. Its flesh and blood possess extremely strong ancestral factors, and all creatures that devour its flesh and blood will undergo evolution imperceptibly.

Some grew dragon scales, some grew wings on their backs, some breathed fire from their chins, some gained the power of dragons, and a few amalgamated creatures even grew flesh buds and gained flesh and blood.

For the beings living on the battlefield between gods and demons, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-century celebration.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently.

The mountain collapsed, the ground sank, and a bone pillar with a diameter of more than ten meters, covered with thorns, emerged from the ground. Behind the bone pillar were eight hands and feet, a bamboo-like thing, and a spider-like head.

It was so large that it could not be compared to the dragons of the underworld.

As soon as the spider monster appeared, the surrounding creatures turned and ran away, but a few strong creatures decided to stay, letting out warning roars before being trampled into the ground.

The spider-like monster climbed onto the dragon's corpse and began to devour its flesh and blood. After eating for a while, it suddenly stopped and looked around.

· ·Requesting flowers····· ······

In the misty void, a song began to play, its clear and melodious voice echoing in my ears, like a lover plucking the strings of my heart.

The spider monster sank into it unconsciously, completely unaware that a huge tentacle passed through the mist. At the tip of the tentacle was a woman, whose beauty was beyond words. She had black hair and black eyes, translucent skin, and her eyes were like crescent moons, containing infinite tenderness.

It sang around the spider, its melodious and captivating voice mesmerizing all who heard it. Even when the sewing monster, thousands of miles away, crawled across the ground, a happy smile graced its face.

The beautiful woman sang a song, and her tentacles danced along, climbing onto the spider's body. The spider gradually shrank, its bones creaking and gushing blood, but the spider noticed nothing, completely absorbed in the song.

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Then, two more tentacles appeared, opening their petal-like mouths and tearing at the spider's flesh with their fangs.

The scene was both so tranquil and so bloody.

Its massive body had been completely devoured by the tentacles, leaving only its head, but a satisfied smile still lingered on the spider's face, and two bloodstains remained at the corners of its eyes.

After eating the spider, the three tentacles coiled around the underground dragon's body and disappeared into the depths of the mist.

Long after they left, the demon and his troops, who had been lurking in the distance, dared not show themselves. They remembered everything they had just witnessed and trembled with excitement.

"What kind of monster is that?"

"Big sister, do you know?"

Demon Scar straightened his shoulders and shook his head back and forth: "It's too horrible. I don't want to see such a scene again."

The ghosts accompanying them were also terrified. When the song started, they were so engrossed in it that they didn't realize what was happening until the tentacles disappeared, at which point they realized the full horror.

The third sister, in a devilish voice, whispered, "Should we still follow you? ...I want to go back."

Demonstrating the strike, Moen turned to look at the ghosts, and the three ghosts hesitated as well: Clint was ordered to catch up with these people, monitor them, and seize the opportunity to sneak into the Valley of No Return.

It sounds simple, but it's incredibly difficult to do.

The battlefield of gods and demons is teeming with monsters, including many god-level creatures; advancing here is tantamount to traversing mountains of knives and seas of fire.

After a moment's hesitation, one of the ghosts activated the Arcane Soul spell, establishing contact with the Flame Blade King.

Chapter 1569 The Wilderness Adorned with White Bone Flowers

Klind, the lord of Death Valley, the ancient fire lord.

There are many legends about this ghost that has endured countless years. Some call it the most powerful wizard and prophet, while others curse it as a treacherous and cunning old immortal.

Before arriving, Clint had already placed soul seals on his subordinates. The moment the magic was activated, a spatial passage of about one million kilometers was formed.

Klind travels through time and space, from the Valley of the Dead to the battlefield of gods and demons.

As for the ghost that cast the spell, it disappeared into the smoke.

The three demonic marks hurriedly got to the ground, their expressions panicked as they spoke.

"My lord, why...why have you come?"

Klind waved them away and rushed to the center of the battlefield, where dragon blood still lingered on the ground and the gnawed dragon heads lay on the nearby hills.

"Everything is predestined."

“Avogadro, you hateful little '940' bug, I warned you, your heart would become raw material and your head would become a collectible, but you didn't believe me.”

Clint grinned, revealing an extremely arrogant smile, and waved his hand: a dragon head rose up and slowly flew towards him.

"I want to hold another exhibition in my storage room."

"The head of the Nether Dragon has failed to be displayed on the front shelf."

Captain Spector stepped forward and explained in detail what had just happened.

"Tentacles? Singing?"

Clint fell into deep thought, his mind filled with over 70,000 years of experience, but he couldn't find a similar case.

"Sure?"

"Yes, we were all there. After hearing the song, we immediately fell into a state of chaos and didn't know what was happening. When we woke up, the bodies of the Nether Spider and the Nether Dragon were gone, leaving only their heads."

Clint frowned: According to several people's descriptions, this spider was comparable to a dragon from the underworld, and he himself was at least at the level of a god. It was too strange that a god could be affected by a song and could not react even when his body was being devoured.

Do tentacle creatures that can sing exist in the underworld?

After a moment's thought, Klind approached and cast a spell, revealing the scene from before.

A giant tentacle coiled around the spider's body, and a human woman appeared on the tentacle. She was naked from the waist up and had an infinitely beautiful body. She sang around the spider, and although she could not hear the sound, she could feel the magic penetrating her soul.

"really?"

"Moon!"

"Princess Lengyue, Goddess Gumeng, and the three great protectors of the Eastern Celestial Court!"

"How is this possible? Isn't she dead?"

Klind was taken aback, even somewhat flustered: no one in the higher echelons of the underworld knew or understood the name of the Moon Goddess.

Her songs are the sounds of nightmares, irresistible to God. Whoever hears these songs will enter a dream, and will smile even if they are torn to pieces.

During the War of the Gods, too many gods died at her hands. Later, a dozen or so Death Gods sacrificed their souls to seal her voice before she died.

Wasn't the moon dead? Who brought her back to life?

Clint suddenly felt very curious: if the moon goddess is still alive, then the other gods who participated in the War of the Gods are also alive.

Are all the gods alive, or are only the gods of the human world alive?

Thinking of this, a chill ran down his spine, and he shivered involuntarily like a ghost.