Night Eleven frowned, Ma Mian and other ghosts sent the head person? Judge? Yan? Or is it the Immortal?

At this time, he was not allowed to think too much, and several bloodless cold imps rushed over with blood-red knives, spears and spears, shouting words that ordinary people could not recognize!

Night Eleven looked at Hehuan, and the eyes seemed to ask, is this a real ghost?

He Huan shook his head, he didn't know, even if he cultivated the ghost path, it was only infinitely close to that kind of eerie existence. In today's era, he has never seen a real ghost, but only explores the ethereal reincarnation according to the classics left by his predecessors. After all, in this world, death is death, and there is no such thing as a past life or this life.

However, the appearance of Night Eleven changed all this, because Night Eleven died once and was resurrected in Yizhuang, then there must be a special reincarnation somewhere in this world, which can make people reborn with memories, which is also a corner of the truth known by Qianzhengkan and others.

The ghost king Hehuan is just a wisp of clone, but the gloomy aura emanating from his body is even colder than those little ghosts!

The horse-faced man stared at Hehuan's eyes straightened, and became cross-eyed, and the horse-faced stared at Hehuan with big eyes and shouted: "Where did the wild ghost come from, look at me to take you!"

The horse-faced man walked like the wind, and the two legs did not move, but the person went out, the speed was extremely fast, and several figures came to Hehuan in a flash.

"Just let the deity try your ghost's catties!" Seeing that Ma Mian dared to approach him directly, the ghost king Hehuan raised his dry hand and slapped it at Ma Mian's long horse face.

Ma Mian sneered: "It's just a dying person with a little yin qi!"

Hehuan's face was angry, his palm exuded a cold power, and he slapped the horse's face with one palm.

Hehuan exclaimed, "What's the matter!"

Except for the twisting of the horse's face, there was no major damage!

The always stable acacia has a sense of fear at this time, as if it has provoked an existence that cannot be provoked!

Ma Mian grinned and sneered, the corners of his mouth were cracked directly to the root of his ears, his appearance was terrifying, he stared at Hehuan and said gloomily: "That's it?" You might as well come with me to the underworld! ”

There was nothing in Ma Mian's hands, and the next moment he held the palm of his hand, and a three-toothed fork appeared in his hand, the three-toothed fork was black and shiny, exuding weirdness and ominousness, making people's souls instinctively afraid, as if the soul would be forked away by the sharp three sharp teeth after two more glances!

Crackling, Hehuan's boneless hands and three-toothed forks hit together.

Not far away, Ye Eleven was cold, and a cold emanated from his arms, and the coldness was trembling.

Night Eleven noticed that the blank eyes of the black-claded, long-tongued, white-faced man were staring at him, or something on his body to be exact.

Night Eleven shouted angrily: "If you look at the black impermanence again, I will gouge out your eyes!"

Qianxue Musu had clearly been placed in his own different space, but he was discovered by the, which made Ye Eleven's calm heart irritable again!

Hei Impermanence's long tongue trembled and he drank angrily and coldly: "Presumptuous! You are just a mortal, you have a big time, don't make mistakes! ”

Night Eleven scolded directly: "Fart! Look at you, I created you, and you talk to me like that! ”

Night Eleven was covered in golden light erupting out, like a layer of waves, and at the same time, the wind and thunder roared, like lightning breaking through the sky.

Sou!

Night Eleven disappeared on the spot, and when it reappeared, the golden five fingers of his right hand strangled the white neck of Black Impermanence like fine steel tongs.

The black impermanence stared at Ye Eleven, without fear, but sneered: "Do you know that I am immortal?"

Night Eleven said lightly: "Yes, then do you know who I am?" What a role it plays here! ”

Black Impermanence stared at Night Eleven, he saw the strangeness of Night Eleven's eyes, and his body twitched violently, like a drunkard who was awake in an instant.

He was horrified: "Impossible!"

Night Eleven said coldly: "Even if you say that you are a ghost and immortal, then go to hell to see!"

Night Eleven's scarlet right eye space vortex opened, like a hideous mouth, and it erupted with a strong suction, sucking the black impermanence into the Heavenly Spirit Cover!

The horse face not far away couldn't help but feel a spirit, turned around and fled towards the mansion of the Demon Suppression Clan!

Hehuan said coldly: "Where to go!" Let's talk to me about ghosts! ”

The dark eyes of Ye Eleven's left eye stared at Ma Mian, and a black hand grew infinitely like a demon's claw, instantly grabbing one of Ma Mian's arms!

Ma Mian was frightened: "Let me go!" Let me go! ”

Night Eleven walked step by step, like a god, covered in golden light but glowing with a skin tingling cold.

Night Eleven stared at Ma Mian and said, "Who is Hades?" Who is the master of the underworld! ”

The horse's face opened his mouth and stammered, and he was trembling all over his body when he was grabbed by the black hand in his dark eyes, and the three-toothed fork in his hand trembled even more.

Night Eleven drank coldly: "Say it quickly!"

The horse stumbled and said, "Underworld...... Hades ...... The king is the master of death...... The master, the ...... of the underworld The owner of the mansion is Yan ...... King of Yama! ”

Hehuan looked at the horse and teased: "I thought you were so powerful, it turned out that you would stutter when you spoke."

The horse's face was pale and weak, and if it weren't for the black hand holding him, he would have gone limp.

Night Eleven was curious: "What are they all doing!" What's the relationship between them! This time, tell me to be smart! Then I will send you to hell and be with the black impermanence! ”

"The king of Hades only cares about death, and the rest is ignored, and the king of Yama is in charge of everything in the underworld. One is in the human realm and the other is in the underworld. ”

"So you mean, Hades is a janitor? King Yama is a ghost leader? Hehuan said.

Ma Mian nodded, looked at Ye Eleven's curious gaze and shook his head again, explaining: "Hades is a priesthood, Yama King is an immortal, the two people are in different realms, and their responsibilities are not the same."

Hehuan said: "Does it matter if he is a priest or an immortal, let me ask you, who is in charge of reincarnation now?"

Night Eleven stared at Hehuan and found that this guy was more like a ghost leader than the little ghost leader, but he also wanted to know about reincarnation, since he could be resurrected after he died, and other NPCs died when they died, it was very unnatural.

Although it is a data world, the data here has been perfected to many systems such as people, ghosts, fairies, gods, monsters, and demons, and it is inevitable that there will be no existence such as the underworld, the earth, the heavens, and the like.

Now that he has seen the impermanence of the horse's face, Night Eleven has more reason to believe that this freely developing world may give birth to a primitive system of life and death.

However, Ma Mian's words are amazing.

"There is indeed a reincarnation door in the underworld, but no one can open it, the door is locked by the rules, and you can only see a looming road behind you, but you don't know where those roads lead." Ma Mian recalled.

Night Eleven stared at Ma Mian, as if to see through him, he couldn't believe Ma Mian's words, and shouted, "You're lying to me!" There is only one way to reincarnation! ”

Ma Mian almost cried in fright, and said in fear: "Really! It's true! I don't want to die! ”

Hehuan sneered: "Didn't you say that you won't die?"

Ma Mian stared at Ye Eleven's strange eyes and said, "I feel the power of the rules of death in your eyes!"

Night Eleven stared at Ma Mian, and thought in his heart, if it is needed by the strategy, then if he makes a move, then these immortal existences will definitely be eliminated, otherwise the game plot cannot be carried out, and if there is a BUG, it is equivalent to a change on the basis of data.

Night Eleven muttered to himself: "It turns out that this is the power of rules, is it ...... That piece of code will give birth to artificial intelligence here? ”