Ye Mo has been exploring and researching for many years, and he only has a superficial understanding of it.

I suspect that my cultivation has been staying at the door level, perhaps it is related to this mysterious bloodline.

In addition, I don't know if it's an illusion, this mysterious bloodline power gives Ye Mo a feeling that it may be more powerful than the top Death bloodline of the Augustine family.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to harness the power of this bloodline.

Fortunately, Ye Mo didn't need to use the power of this mysterious bloodline now, the power of the god of death was enough.

Ye Mo lowered his head and looked at the undead who were dragging him, his eyes widened, like an invincible king looking down on his courtiers:

"Both, let's die!"

The deep voice was like a judgment from the Heavenly Dao, the black sapling in the heart was trembling wildly, and the mysterious symbolic rules were manifested.

There is a certain order and rule that communicates, and the form of black light comes out of the body.

This is the most basic application of the Reaper's bloodline - the Light of the Reaper!

"Zizi ......"

The woman's skull was the first to be hit by the black light.

The indestructible, immortal body of the undead was pierced, and she let out a roar of extreme pain, and her flesh quickly melted.

Soon, the lifelike head melted into a puddle of black liquid.

At the same time, the light of the Grim Reaper shone on the other undead.

"Roar"

A howl of pain came out, and all the undead who dragged Ye Mo were affected, and an unwilling roar was heard, but to no avail, it was melted into a black liquid like a woman's head.

The Light of Death has the ability to trace back to its origins, and can restore all the undead to the most basic source of death.

With the characteristics of the blood pool, it stands to reason that it is easy to kill any monk of any status or below, but the power level of the Reaper's Light is very high, and it is a power that truly belongs to the "gods".

This power can ignore the difference in rank to a certain extent.

All the illuminated necromancers were not spared, and were restored to the source of death.

Nightmo didn't waste these death sources, manipulating them to flow to the slender bony hands he had summoned.

For the undead, the source of death is the best nourishment for their growth.

If the slender bone hand can get enough of the Death Origin, it can be further strengthened, strong enough to tear the flower that seals him.

And this process is very dangerous, because Ye Mo's current qi, blood, and spiritual power are being frantically consumed.

Urging the power of the bloodline is not without a price, it requires the consumption of a large amount of qi, blood and spiritual power.

If it weren't for Ye Mo's own amazing mental talent and the fact that he was loaded with the Life Demon Pattern, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold on for even ten seconds, and he would be sucked into a dried corpse.

He is now in a race against time.

"It's almost ......" Ye Mo secretly cheered himself up, he could feel that if he was given another minute of time, his slender bone hand could evolve to a strength strong enough to tear a flower.

It's just that, at this moment, there was a sudden sound in Ye Mo's ears - "gurgling ......"

Then I saw the pool of blood that was drying up rise again, and this time the water level was more than twice as fast as before!

"Suffer!" Ye Mo remembered that under the huge mysterious flower he had seen before was a bottomless sea of blood, and there were countless undead.

When the pool of blood flooded Ye Mo's thighs, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a strong feeling of heart palpitations came.

"Ahh

There was a chill on his neck, and a warm touch reached Ye Mo's brain, and he subconsciously turned his head.

The next thing I saw was a bloody thing "kissing" and licking itself.

The thing was the appearance of a middle-aged woman, aware of Ye Mo's gaze, and her dry face showed a grim smile, not like the dense sharp teeth that humans can have, glowing with white light, which was particularly terrifying.

The woman's body is extraordinarily large, not like an ordinary human, and when Ye Mo leaned out her spiritual power, she found a shocking scene-

This woman was very thin, as thin as ...... It's like a piece of paper!

Ye Mo's pupils shrank, the woman had no back at all, and her whole was not three-dimensional at all, but flat, like a painting.

This is a human skin!

The peel is still dripping blood, fresh and tight!

And the strength of the human skin is also particularly desperate: in the late stage of status, there is still one step away from reaching the heavenly level of flying in the sky!

Even if he has the blood of the god of death, Ye Mo's current cultivation is still too low, and he can't resist an opponent of this level at all.

Ye Mo was stunned in his heart, and continued to urge the light of death, his whole body blood and qi were frantically consumed, and his face was as red as a boiled lobster.

However, when this light shines on the human skin, it only causes it to smoke, but it cannot destroy it.

And the other party also seemed to be enraged by Ye Mo's attack, his face was distorted, and his whole skin swelled up like a balloon, looking disgusting and terrifying.

The ordinary woman's face magnified wildly, and then it suddenly rolled upside down, like a piece of paper being folded in half.

Ye Mo only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was completely enveloped by this human skin, and then fell into the pool of blood......

"Am I just going to die?"

He was just close to breaking the cage, but alas......

......

The outside world, that distant necromantic plane.

It is a castle made of pure crystal, located on the top of a high mountain in this realm, overlooking the world, gorgeous and majestic.

In the huge castle, there is a delicate throne made of amethyst, which can be seen as far as the eye can see.

Countless undead who have far surpassed the heavenly throne under the throne knelt on the ground and looked at the throne with fanatical eyes, that was their "king"!

The "king" is petite, wearing a small silver-white crown, holding a black staff, and the long white robe hangs down to the ground, with complex patterns intertwined, tangled up to the imprint of a civilization, exuding the momentum of dignity to the extreme.

In the middle of the endless abyss, the moment when Ye Mo was wrapped in human skin, the one on the throne suddenly stood up.

There was a black portal in front of the King, and her right hand reached into the portal, beyond the Endless Plane.

She is the deity of the bone hand that Ye Mo summoned in the past!

The "king" just stood up with a single movement, as if touching some kind of rule, the entire castle trembled, and several purple thunderbolts hung down from the sky, and the order was intertwined into chains to restrain her.

It's just that the thunder and lightning and the chains of order can't even get close to her body.

She looked at the portal in front of her, was silent for a moment, and gently raised the staff in her left hand and waved it at the portal in front of her.

"Click"

Under the action of a mysterious force, the portal instantly expanded a hundredfold, turning into a passage the size of a person, and then she lifted her feet lightly and stepped into it.

......

Ye Mo fell into the infinite darkness, replaying memories in his mind that he thought he had forgotten a long time ago.

Hearing about the death of people will come to mind one by one.

Ye Mo didn't believe it before, but looking at the picture in his mind, he felt that there was some truth:

This is a wrinkled-skinned baby who has just come out of his mother's womb.

However, it was not a happy gaze that greeted this little life, but a pair of eyes that were extremely cold.

"Defective products are not eligible to inherit the surname Augustine. These were the first words that Nightmour heard in the world, and the person who spoke them was his father, Richard Augustine.

As soon as he was born, Yemo was deprived of his Augustine surname and could only take his mother's surname, Ye.

The Ye family is also an abyssal wealthy family, but it can only barely be regarded as a third-rate, far from the dignity carried by Augustine.

Therefore, inheriting the surname Yemo is doomed to be no longer Gustinian orthodox, with a very low status and discrimination.

Even the servants of the Augustinian family dared to look at him with contempt.

Fortunately, Ye Mo when he was a child was not unwilling and complained, because he still had a mother.

His mother still loved him, cooking for him when he was hungry, dressing him when it was cold, and telling him stories before going to bed.

It's a pity that as Ye Mo gets older, that gentle mother seems to be gradually moving away, and she has become very terrible.

She would look out the window in a daze, saying something that Ye Mo didn't understand, and muttering the name of another man who wasn't her father.

She would often bang her head against the wall, spit bubbles in her mouth like a goldfish, curse like a shrew, and smash the table.

The most terrifying thing is that she will look at Ye Mo with a hateful look and beat him up for no reason.

Ye Mo didn't know why, but he knew that his mother would always scold him for being a "defective product", "a son of a demon", and a "superfluous existence".

After losing his mother's love, no one in the Augustinian family cares about Ye Mo's life or death anymore.

Except for Ye Mo himself.

He was unwilling to succumb to fate and struggled to survive with all his might.

Fortunately, relying on the "noble" status of the son of the Augustine patriarch, Ye Mo also has some work to do.

Cleaning people, helping to bring water, watching and feeding pets to children who have inherited the surname "Augustine".

The crowd served by Yemo was basically all servants and maids of the Augustinian family, as well as non-descendant Augustinians.

They seem to enjoy the feeling of being above the Augustinian family, and driving and humiliating Yemo, who is supposed to be unattainable, causes them a twisted pleasure.

And Ye Mo not only can't resist their oppression, but thanks to them for being willing to hire him.

Because the young Yemo not only had to support himself, but also had to take care of his mother, who had gradually lost the ability to take care of herself, at his age, there was no other way to earn money except to provide this "special" service.

This life did not change until he was eight years old.

That year, my mother died.

Blood flowed all over the small bathroom, and Ye Mo saw that his mother's right wrist was covered with wounds, and in her left hand she held a shard of glass, and her wide eyes left the world with hatred.

"Mother, don't go......" Xiao Yemo cried very sadly that day, "Don't go, Momo will be obedient, you go, the only person who cares about Momo is gone......"

Unfortunately, my mother collapsed on the cold floor and could no longer speak.

Ye Mo looked straight at his mother, didn't eat or drink, didn't know if a day or a year had passed, and at a certain moment his heart suddenly cramped and he passed out.

When he woke up, he found a black sapling growing from his heart, and a gray area inexplicably.

Since then, Yemo's life has changed dramatically, and he has been treated on an equal footing with other Augustinians.

You can flip through all kinds of secret scrolls, you can use various cultivation resources, and you can ......

Of course, for Ye Mo, the most important thing is that there are some memory fragments in his brain inexplicably.

These memories seemed to be engraved in his blood, and once awakened, they became his instincts.

And in these memories, Ye Mo found a way to keep his mother by his side forever.

In that way, he skinned his mother himself, made her into a skeleton, and used necromancy to transform her into an undead spirit who would never die again.

Then he sent her to where she needed to go, as she remembered.

Although I am reluctant to leave my mother, only in that place can my mother exist forever.

And if he wants to see his mother again, all he needs to do is chant the mantra: "The world on the other side, the paradise of the dead......"

"My dear...... Mother, I miss you silently. After the spell ended, this sentence came out of Ye Mo's heart, and it seemed that when he was dying, his cold heart had become a lot softer.

"Ahh

The dazzling white light was like the holy light of the creator god, tearing through the dark curtain in front of him.

The human skin that could not escape even if Ye Mo struggled was broken in half, and a slender and beautiful hand was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, meeting Ye Mo's eyes.

It was a woman's right hand, with a knife cut on its wrist.

Ye Mo is very familiar with it, because ...... It was dissected by his own hands.