There are all kinds of dark souls floating in the soul abyss, the demon king who lives here will never be merciful to outsiders, the whereabouts of the soul is the thing that every living person wants to know the most, the world before life, the legend is that it is pitch black, and he died in the soul abyss without consciousness, and the real demon king here is said to be an elegant poet, he has no shadow magic barrier, and there is no melancholy prince atmosphere, if you want to call him a shadow demon, it is not surprising, black mist, red soul-devouring flames burn in all kinds of souls, When you stand in front of this gentle and cruel poet, you may be afraid, but you have to praise his poems for being so vividly written, devouring thousands of souls, singing an elegy that is not found in the earthly world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the dark night, what you really know about yourself is what you are afraid of, and he will tell you that you are not just facing a poet, but your own demons, where all the phantoms of the soul cry out your name in agony, they are the monsters who know you best, and in the deepest part of the soul abyss, which is the secret of the soul abyss, where the most feared demons in the world, the most evil demons, the prison of desolation, are imprisoned. No one can reach this place, and it is impossible for a living person to come to this place, and you may think that the Shadow Fiend is the master of this place, but everyone can be the master of this place.

"Terror Blade, even the six-winged demon has to be in awe of you, but you don't know yourself, and you are still afraid of loneliness." Every word he says is like a poem, and every elegant voice sings a song of the soul.

The demon of the Red Heart didn't mind these words, and it wasn't words to hurt him now, "Hehe..... If I were here to say to you right now..... You won't live long? ”

The Shadow Demon smiled slightly, but his black body was full of soul breath, and his lower body was a flame that burned with flames, emitting a hellish soul flame, as long as there was a soul where there was him, "It is impossible for a dead person to die again." ”

"You're also a lackey of the Six-Winged Demon, haha...... Unexpectedly, the legendary Shadow Demon is also a lackey who does things for others. The Dreadblade's laughter was thick and heavy, and his red, blood-like aura was nothing to the Shadow Fiend.

"I'm just writing poems, I don't have anything to do with the Six-Winged Demon, Terror Blade, you're half dead now, enjoy your demons in prison, heh." The voice of the shadow demon pierced through his red heart, and the terrifying blade felt a trace of fear, he had seen any kind of demon king, but the aura exuded by the poet in front of him was not the same as the previous demon.

The Terror Blade was firmly handcuffed by the soul and dragged into the Prison of Desolation, and was sent into the prison that all demons feared, in the Prison of Desolation, no demon could escape, the Terror Blade was brought into the periphery, looking at those ordinary red cave cells, which were full of white bones, some were green soul bodies, some were disgusting rotting worms, and some were still mountains of demon arms, that was just the periphery, in the bottom and deepest part of the Prison of Desolation there were hidden secret doors, and everything behind it was something that the Terror Blade had never seen, Even the poets of the soul abyss don't know everything inside, but the horror blade does not regret the cruel things he did before, but the poet of the soul abyss does not think that these things are cruel, the horror blade only kills the most evil demons, and those demons still vaguely remember the countless phantoms reflected around them, and the red twin blades of the horror blades that torture them will never show mercy.

[No one knows the lifespan of the shadow demon in the soul abyss, he was born here, died here, or for him, there is no boundary between life and death, there are three realms of the human soul, the id, the ego and the superego, the "id" also refers to the complete subconscious, representing desire, suppressed by consciousness; The "self" refers to most of the tangible consciousness that deals with real-world things; And the "superego" is only partially conscious, it is in the conscience or inner moral judgment, these are inseparable relationships between the three for the living life, and for the shadow demon, these are all unity, he is not a physical existence, he himself is the existence of the soul of life, absorbing all kinds of souls and shaping him, no matter how much he will not be satisfied, he sings poetry one by one in the depths of his soul, he is not belligerent, but he will definitely make you afraid, When you see him, you also see yourself in the depths of your sinful soul.

Magina faintly smelled a trace of decay, the black flames on the ground were withering, the green liquid was divided into three different flow rates and flowed into the below, Majina slowly walked down along the river, he knew that he couldn't get out, he could smell the smell from the rotten green liquid, this is the bottom of the Santu River, Majina heard about the Santu River when he was very young, the place where life and death divided, but no one has really been to the underground world, even if the people who have been there have not heard from him in the end.

Although Magina didn't figure out how he got here, but now the situation seems to be just right for him, he doesn't care where Davidian is now, where the others are now, even if Davidian follows him, it will affect him, now it's much easier to be alone, I'm afraid I am also guilty, even if I didn't tell Davidian the truth, I should look for my brother for my own selfishness, because people will have selfish desires when they live, Magina doesn't care about these, he can only resign himself to fate now.

Magina slowly descended the river until the flames blocked his path, and now he had only one thought in his mind: to find his brother. The dream just now was like reality, and he knew that he would definitely find his brother here, just like how many years ago, he could feel his brother's breath, the demon of red hearts.....

"It's not a wise choice for mortals to come here." Suddenly, Magina heard a deep, solemn voice that echoed through the flames.

There was only one thought in Magina's mind, to find his brother, if someone really wanted to stand in his way, he didn't care, now everything here was like hell, as if he was dead, he had never seen anything like this, he had to admit that he was taken aback when he woke up.

"Immortal souls drink the sweet dreams brought by blood, endless dark nights bring hope to life, sinful souls pollute the clear water of fairyland, how much goodness has fallen from broken wings, stop destroying yourself, as if you never came." As the sound faded, a black shadow gradually fell in front of Magina, and the black claws of the devil swirled with flames, baptizing every dead thing.

"Hello, the living."

Although Magina could not see, his vigilance did not relax, and what came to him was not a living thing, but a poet who had never lived.

"What's your name? Living. "The Shadow Fiend was a little tall in front of him, at least two Magina heights, and in the dark, Magina heard an elegy, resentful, but not melancholy; Elegant, but not melodious; Low, but not low.

Magina didn't subconsciously answer this question, he wanted to speak, but there seemed to be an inexhalable breath in his throat, and he didn't see the poet in front of him, but he couldn't help but feel fear.

"I don't mean anything, I'm just harvesting souls from the earthly world, but if you want to go out, don't let me ask a second time." Magina's voice rang in the Shadow Fiend's ears, and he couldn't refuse the question, but he soon realized that if he wanted to find his brother and get out alive, he had to do what the poet in front of him said.

The entire soul abyss exudes the smell of sinful decay all the time.

"Ma ...... Lucky..... Na......"

The Shadow Demon shook his body, emitting black flames, "Are you afraid of death?" If I tell you now that you are dead and your soul is mine, I think you will definitely rebel, no matter how you got here, but you must have other intentions, because you are not looking for a way back like those ordinary people. “

The Shadow Fiend's words did speak to Magina's heart, but he knew that everything here belonged to the poet in front of him, "You're right, why would you take my soul if I'm already dead?" After saying this, Magina himself found himself trembling, he didn't know what to fear, but this invisible sense of fear always surrounded him.

"Haha....... Have you heard of me? The Shadow Fiend's laughter was domineering.

Magina didn't know who the poet in front of her was, but the words just now revealed the poet's intentions, but she still liked her witty style of speaking, "Don't you want my life, do you want me a kiss?" “

Shadow Demon laughed, "It seems that you also have the potential to be a poet, everyone who knows me calls me a poet, but I don't care about it myself, I just like the soul of poets, they have the breath of art, it's a pity..... That's not enough. “

Magina couldn't help but think of herself, enough ....... Man has never known contentment, and even dead things are greedy? Thinking of this, my whole body seemed to freeze, "The dead soul is not satisfied, what is the difference between being alive?" “

The Shadow Fiend was a black flame, but Magina felt him smiling, smiling confidently, "A thing that never lived, what's the point of you telling him what happened while he was alive?" “

Magina didn't want to say any more, she really couldn't say anything about him, but the poet in front of her exuded the artistic atmosphere of fear, saying that he was a demon king, it was too derogatory, the dead soul was never redeemed, it was better to sacrifice all the soul to the poet in front of him.

"Even if you live, there is no difference between having no faith and dying." Magina only wants to win this battle of words with the thoughts of the living, and if she is not dead now, there is still room to speak for the living.

"Hello, people of faith, welcome to the world of souls, I am Nyvon Moore."