It was cold, as if it was a cold wind blowing into the soul, and Mr. Bob, who had just been pure madness in his eyes, was sane and sober. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Blown by the breeze from the underworld, when he came back to his senses, Bob found himself in a place that he could not understand at all, yes, he didn't know where it was, it was like his memory had been cut into a part, a memory that he could no longer recall with his own mind.

"It's weird, I should still be in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, why did I go here in the blink of an eye?"

Bob's voice was full of fear, for he did not understand what was in front of him at all, the source of his fear was unknown, and the evil and indescribable eyes stared at him, which made him feel quite uncomfortable and disgusting.

"Hey, who's here, is there anyone, some words come out of a word."

If Bob could have calmed down, maybe he could have thought about it and made the right move, but now Mr. Bob is not calm at all, so he made the worst decision of his life, which was to shout loudly.

This behavior made him regret it for the rest of his life, if he had a future.

Then, Bob's body was cold, his eyes flashed, and at the same time, the fighting spirit spread out with Bob as the center point, but it had no effect, and it was useless, if it weren't for Bob who could feel his fighting spirit flowing away like a rainstorm, he would definitely not think that he really let go of the fighting spirit, because, the released fighting spirit was like a dark and dull abyss, and there was not even a little sound, as if he was gone.

After discovering this, Bob has stopped his behavior, because his fighting spirit is limited, and he can't waste it on useless work, he must make good use of it, and Bob also noticed that his fighting spirit is recovering very slowly, just like there is no elemental power in the place where he is, no, it is even worse.

Because his fighting spirit changed at a very slow, but visible speed of the flesh, the breath of death was injected into the fighting qi like a termite, although Bob tried to drive it away, but this was a useless effort.

What Bob didn't notice was that the aura of death in his fighting spirit was dissolving his own fighting spirit and becoming disordered.

This is quite a dangerous thing, it is more dangerous than Sangong, at least Sangong only lost his fighting spirit, and he can cultivate again, but the chaotic fighting spirit full of death power dominates himself like a different kind of fighting energy, and he can't even disperse, he just has to watch coldly as he is consumed by the power of death, loses his strength, and steps into death step by step.

It can be said to be the most evil curse, so the necromancer's reputation on the continent is a lot, especially for things like debuffs, there is no law of that one, and there are more rules than death rules.

Similarly, the kryptonite equipment and cultivation upgrade medicine (soul fragments, soul gold beads) among the gods can be made by the existence of the rules of cultivation.

Of course, this has nothing to do with our situation for the time being.

Bob's right hand moved, turning into a shadow, I don't know what there was in his hand, there was a black knife, it looked very short, but it was very sudden, if you didn't look carefully, it was impossible to find that this knife was in Bob's hand.

"It's a sharp feeling, but it doesn't mean anything at all."

Bob heard a magnetic, yet terrifying voice, familiar with it, but he didn't know who it was.

The arm felt clutched, Bob's right hand couldn't move, and the whole arm felt like he was unconscious.

Bob stretched out his left hand, his muscles exerting force, shooting out like a cannonball, and then he turned around and kicked his right foot diagonally upward.

But it was a failure, he couldn't kick anything, he couldn't catch it, it was like there was nothing in front of him.

But this is not normal, because at first Bob felt that he was indeed being caught, although now his right hand has completely lost even the senses, lost the knowledge.

The sound of a heavy object falling, the right hand still didn't feel it.

Bob saw that his right hand had fallen to the ground.

The place where the arm was supposed to be was empty was empty, and the whole arm looked like it had been brushed empty.

Pain? No, I don't feel it at all.

"There's no need to look strange, because it's impossible for the dead to feel pain, and the dead never feel pain."

Bob heard it again, but he couldn't tell where the other man was coming from.

"You're trying to say that I'm dead, so I don't feel pain?"

Although Bob didn't know where the other party was, Bob still said in a deep voice, as if he wanted to make sure where the other party was talking again.

"No, no, you still feel it, it's proof that you're still alive, but your right hand is dead, so it's impossible for you to perceive it."

Bob heard the answer again, but he couldn't hear the direction of the other party, and the content was even more inexplicable.

No, Bob thought of something.

With a solemn look in his eyes, Bob said in a deep voice, "You mean to say that you killed my hands and buttocks?"

"Do you think so? I'm not going to deny that."

When Bob heard such an answer, his heart sank, because he felt the answer in his heart, although the other party did not admit it, but it was like an answer.

So, Bob, who already felt bad in his heart, had no idea of fighting, he took a breath, his fighting spirit exploded with all his strength, and then jumped back, and the whole person couldn't even see a shadow.

"It's really fast, but I really believe it when I say it, it's really naïve, it's just the invasion of the flesh by the power of death, the power that can kill the flesh or something, I don't know it at all."

"But are you really running out of fear? Or did you run on purpose?"

"It's none of my business, anyway, it's all going to the temple, isn't it for the temple or what?"

The voice said naturally, but it didn't spread at all: "Although I said that the information about this temple was originally transmitted by me."

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"It's just a possibility, and it's not very likely, it's no different than the chance of me getting hit by a dragon car when I walked out of the street."

Sophia smiled, but there was no smile at all.

Because she felt that Wu Tian was just exaggerating like deceiving children, there was no reason to retreat at all.

Wu Tian stared blankly and said, "I knew you would say that, but..."