Muria first waved his hand to put Auston, whose body began to stiffen under the pressure of the spell spirit, into the half-plane, and then stepped on the void, looking very calmly at the demon shadow in front of him that was enough to make ordinary mortals tremble, and even had the mood to look at it, reminiscent of fairy tales in his previous life.

The appearance of the shadow that emerges from this cursed book is somewhat similar to the Aladdin's lamp god in his previous life, with the upper body being a physical body and the lower body being a smoke state connected to an object.

However, the end of Aladdin's lamp smoke is linked to a lamp, and the shadow in front of Muria has an upper body almost identical to that of the Deep Hell Purgatory, and the end of its tail is connected to a metal book surrounded by black gas.

And the Aladdin lamp god will fulfill any wish of the person who awakens it, but the one in front of Muria does not have enough strength and background, and whoever provokes it will die.

"Quack, ignorant and weak creatures, do you want to be my master?" the spell spirit nurtured by the Book of the Mourning looked at Muria with malice, and the black air filled the air, making the blue sky and white clouds around him gradually turn black.

Looking at Muria's current position in the sky from the ground, it is like a drop of ink falling into a landscape full of beauty and peace, which looks extremely discordant.

"Think?" Muriya looked at the spell spirit in front of her, a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, "I am your master now. ”

"Quack!" Hearing Muria's words, the hideous and terrifying shadow laughed, as if he had heard some kind of joke, "not even a legend, and still wanting to be my master, what a pathetic creature who is ignorant and ignorant. ”

"Bang!" the piercing sound of metal clashing sounded, and Muria, who was taunted by the spell spirit, didn't say a word, and drew the Seven Sins Knife, and slashed at its body shrouded in black gas, and sparks burst out.

A deep scar appeared on the cover of the Book of Mourners, and at the same time, the spell spirit let out a terrible scream, and the hideous and terrifying shadow twisted for a while, and even many places collapsed into black gas.

"Be honest, obediently let me leave a spiritual imprint. ”

"Whoa! Damn ants. The spell spirit that was slashed by Muria's knife roared and turned into a stream of black gas as thick as a snake, surging towards Muria.

The curse spirit is evolved from the Book of Mourners, and its body is the Book of Curses, which should not have the touch of flesh and blood creatures such as pain, but Muria's weapon has the attribute of destroying souls, and a knife goes down, so that this spell spirit knows what pain is for the first time.

"Idiot!" Seeing the black qi surging towards him, Muria's face was also fearless, and he did not make any defenses or resistance. Even if he knew that these black qi were all kinds of curses.

Before these black qi touched Muria's figure, a golden dragon king phantom appeared behind Muria, and with a roar in the sky, all the black qi collapsed, and the surrounding polluted blue sky and white clouds were swept away in an instant.

Curses are inviolable, only curses that can harm the gods can be applied to Muria, and it is clear that the Book of Mourners does not have a curse of this level, and if it had, it should not be in Muria's hands right now.

"What kind of existence are you?" Under the protection of the drop of Dragon King's source blood in Muria's body, after the black qi of the spell spirit differentiation collapsed, a scream that was even more terrible than before sounded.

"Your master!" Hearing the scream, Muria reached for the damned book of curses. The spiritual power extends, ignoring its weak resistance, and logically leaves a spiritual imprint inside.

"Even if you leave a mark on me, I will not obey you. Several streaks of black qi slowly rose from the Book of Curses, condensing into an illusory demon refining phantom with great difficulty.

"Really?" Muriya looked at the scars on the metal cover that were slowly squirming and healing, a scornful smile appeared on her face, and then she took the Seven Sins Knife in her hand and slashed it again.

Even if you destroy me, I will not submit to you, no one can control me, I want to be free. The curse howled miserably, like a loyal man who would rather die than give in.

"Yo, I don't see that a mere scholar still has the ideal of pursuing freedom. Hearing the spellcast's idealistic words, Muria's face flashed with admiration, and then the knife in his hand slashed down again, leaving a deep scar on the cover of the Book of Curses.

"Bang!" "Bang!"...... A very regular slashing sound sounded in the air, with a unique charm, at the beginning of each slash there was a scream, and very hard words sounded.

But gradually, the screams turned into weak wails, and the words that were originally very hard became words begging for mercy.

"Master, don't cut it, if you cut it again, I'm really going to die. "On the Book of Curses, the manifest and condensed figure is almost transparent, and the curse spirit, who is already not much larger than a halfling, has a flattering look on his face, begging for mercy from Muria.

"Don't you want to pursue freedom, even if your soul is destroyed, for the sake of freedom. Muria squinted at the spell spirit that could have begun begging him for mercy a long time ago.

Never overestimate yourself. The spell spirit, after being slashed five times by Muria, gave up all discipline and began to beg Muria for mercy.

With each sword, a part of existence will be wiped out, and this pain, as well as the fear of self-disappearance, is simply unbearable for the curse, and it has never encountered a being like Muria who can ignore its curse before.

If the curse is invalid, then it is no threat to Muria, and it can't run away, so it can only be carried and cut by Muria, and in the end, it can only beg for mercy.

"I don't want to be free, master, I just want to continue to exist now. "There was no deception, and the spell spirit confronted Muria and said the truest thoughts in its heart, which were the true thoughts that had just been generated under Muria's sword.

"Are you willing to be obedient?" asked Muria with the Seven Sins Knife murderously, looking at the posture, if something was wrong, he would cut it down mercilessly.

"I do. The spell head nodded like garlic.

"Well, track down the location of the owners of these scales. Muria waved her hand and spilled the scales of the five-colored dragon that had not yet been found.

"No problem, master. "The heavy book was opened, and the pages of the work of the demon's skin clattered, and one after another dragon scales fell into it, becoming a medium, allowing the figure of their original owner to manifest in it.

Seeing one after another vivid dragon shadows appear on the page, Muria had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Will you curse these dragons, master, I can let them die in agony and fear at any time if you wish. ”

"They are my subordinates!"