When he realized that he was in a space where time stood still, Yin Dong's gaze became weird: "Isn't that something that can be idle here for 10,000 years and cultivate to the Holy Realm...... It's up, and then go out?"

The mysterious shell gave him a scorn—your 10,000 years of cultivation is only a holy realm?

"Didn't you hear me add the above two words!" Yin Dong said with a smile, and in the next second, his smiling face collapsed.

The mysterious shell directly poured a bucket of cold water - cultivation takes time to precipitate, when time stands still, you can only accumulate feelings, or wait until you go out, and then gradually cultivate and improve, don't think about a good thing to ascend to the sky in one step, beauty will not kill you!

Yin Dong Pyroya.

This pit shell, can't make him happy for two more seconds?

Mysterious Shell Urging - Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is also a necromancer who can travel between two worlds, don't be killed by the yin, you don't know how to die!

"Just kidding...... Ah, Shell, your uncle, you didn't remind you earlier!" Yin Dong wailed, feeling a cold hand thrust through his back, grabbing his heart, and a sharp pain hit him.

Finished!

It's a dead deal!

Why didn't Lao Tzu die?

Yin Dong's mood was up and down, rushing from the abyss of despair to the heaven of hope, and quickly grabbed it backwards with his backhand, his five fingers were like eagle claws, and he grabbed a ball of something, as if he hadn't caught anything. And then, there is no then......

From the depths of his mind, there was a powerful devouring force, and the tips of his fingers seemed to be flooded in, directly into the mysterious space in the depths of his mind.

"Shell boss, what's that...... Isn't that the energy of the necromancy? What about me? What am I now, phew, I'm not a thing, uh, that's wrong!"

Yin Dong was incoherent for a while, in a state of confusion.

The mysterious shell is in a happy mood, but he is not long-winded, and he will answer any questions he asks—you are absorbing necromantic energy, yes, the one who wants to sneak up on you. You, no doubt, must be in a state of soul, not a thing.

Yin Dong seriously suspected that this cheating shell took the opportunity to scold him, but there was no evidence, so he could only not pursue it...... Well, in fact, there is no point in pursuing it, and there is nothing he can do with the mysterious shell.

However, the statement of the state of the soul is so terrifying!

In other words, it is not his body that has entered this strange space now, but the soul that has entered, and that strange necromancer is so terrible that he can forcibly drag his soul away from his body?

It's scary to think about!

Yin Dong swallowed his saliva and asked tremblingly: "Shell God, in the soul state, can I still use my blood dragon claw or something?"

The mysterious shell doesn't want to answer, and answers such a retarded question, what do you think of the great god?

didn't get an answer, and Yin Dong didn't give up, or said that he wanted to relieve the horror in his heart by speaking.

"Great God, I seem to be running the exercises, and I can't devour a little energy, what's going on?"

To this question, the mysterious shell hated iron and scolded-all said, time stands still here, you can only perceive, you can't improve, how can you swallow energy?

Yin Dong was not convinced: "Didn't I just devour the energy of a necromancer just now? Don't think that my brother didn't go to college, so I want to fool my brother!"

The mysterious shell sighed - is that the necromantic energy you devoured, you just put your hand in the necromantic neck, and the rest of the things were done by this great god, can you kid not rob the merit and force your face?

Is that so?

A trace of confusion flashed in Yin Dong's eyes, maybe, it seems, maybe it's so!

Forget it, that's not the point!

Yin Dong put aside those messy thoughts and asked the point: "Shell God, a necromancer like just now, how is it in this space?"

The mysterious shell seemed to touch some long-ago memory, and the tone was a little stunned - how much?

How familiar is this word?

Yin Dong remembers that he learned it in a junior high school textbook, but this is not the point, the point is that it seems to say that there are not many strange dead spirits, not many, and they are not the only one.

In this strange space, there are still such strange dead spirits.

He must clean up this weird thing, otherwise how can Xiaobao and Chen Gang prevent it?

Yin Dong quickly let go of his perception and spread in all directions, sensing necromancy...... It's the cold and weird aura they carry.

"Hell, Shell God, that kind of necromancer can't be sensed at all, and even that kind of cold aura is fleeting, and there is no time to catch it? It's not the same as those necromancers outside, what kind of ghost is this?"

Yin Dong looked around, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't perceive it, and he was a little confused.

The mysterious shell explains - you can think of this kind of necromancer as a shadow state of the necromancer, which can directly enter the material world, wander on the edge of the material world, and the image when they appear in the material world is a reflection formed by projection.

Yin Dong continued to let his perception spread, and after covering a range of 100 meters around his body, he continued to expand, and his mouth was not idle: "Then what, since they can't appear in the material realm, why did they drag me over?"

For this question, the mysterious shell gloated - you kid died, entered the node where the edge of the material world and the shadow space communicated, it didn't drag you, who did it drag?

Before Yin Dong could ask more questions, a cool aura accompanied by a paper-cut figure reappeared in his perception, less than a foot behind him, without a little fluctuation.

The necronomicon was the form of a woman, and the pair of large murder weapons on its chest were about to rub against his shoulders, and its hands were grabbing the back of his head.

Yin Dong wanted to hide, but it was too late!

He clearly knew that the lightning-fast back of his head was faster than the speed of light, and his body couldn't react at all......

He's dead?

No, Lao Tzu is still not dead!

Yin Dong once again experienced rushing from the abyss of despair to the heaven of hope, and that feeling was really indescribable.

It seems that in the soul state, there are no fatal parts of his body, they are all the same, the back of his head was ** by the hand of the necromancer, and he felt an unbearable pain, but he did not die.

If you don't die, it's okay!

What are you afraid of in the pain point, don't be cowardly, just do it!

Yin Dong suddenly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and with a backhand claw, he didn't notice that his hand was rubbing somewhere on the necromancer's body, and he felt a violent devouring power coming from his fingertips, and there was a steady stream of necromantic energy, like water being pumped over, pouring into the mysterious space deep in his mind.

"I'm so amazing, in this weird space, it's simply invincible!"