Tick.

Blood kept falling.

A vague black shadow crouched on the ceiling above Gu Qingshan's head.

It spit out a long tongue and wrapped it around Gu Qingshan's neck, gradually tightening.

Gu Qingshan was indifferent, but instead showed a thoughtful look.

An unknown spirit has used the art of realm to pull itself into the realm of a special world.

This seems dangerous.

But in reality, the "Realm Technique: Inviter of Darkness" card is not a card of the inner world, nor is it a world art built by card fighting.

At the end of the day, this card has limited power.

So Gu Qingshan didn't make a move immediately.

- He himself has mastered the two true worldly arts.

First, the art of parallel dreams;

Second, the art of going back in time.

Gu Qingshan already had some experience in building a special world, so when he entered an unknown world, the first thing he thought about was to test the characteristics of this world's art.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a kind of exchange and exploration of magic.

So.

He didn't move when the long tongue hung from the ceiling.

The long tongue fell on his back, and he didn't move.

He didn't move as his long tongue went around his neck, still feeling the technique carefully.

It wasn't until he had a vague idea in his heart that Gu Qingshan raised a hand and pinched it.

- Purifying thoughts.

This is the most basic method in the world of practice, and it helps monks to get rid of distracting thoughts.

This kind of method was of little use to a monk of Gu Qingshan's level.

But this time, what Gu Qingshan wanted to get rid of was not distracting thoughts.

It's spirituality.

"Scatter!"

He let out a low sigh.

Spiritual power poured out from the dantian, and poured the magic formula into his hand, and the magic formula was suddenly completed.

Gu Qingshan only felt that his mind was empty, and his entire divine thoughts were as pure as empty, flawless and unhindered.

Immediately.

The long tongue, the blood, the narrow room, the gloomy black shadow, and even the entire building all disappeared from in front of Gu Qingshan.

The surrounding scene changed.

Gu Qingshan found himself standing in a palatial palace.

He turned.

Behind him, on the other side of the long dining table, sat a middle-aged man with a dignified manners.

"How did you find out?" The middle-aged man asked.

Gu Qingshan said briefly: "For the upcoming battle, my spiritual sense is full of similar feelings, so I found out. ”

"You're quite sensitive to magic - you're welcome, please take a seat."

The middle-aged man motioned for Gu Qingshan to sit down.

Gu Qingshan looked at the dining table and stood still.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not used to having lunch with strangers."

He looked at each other and said.

The middle-aged man stood up, bowed gracefully, and then said:

"Actually, I'm the one who said I'm sorry - please forgive me for being reckless in bringing you in this way."

"So, let me introduce myself, I am the king of Requiem Township."

Kings of the ages?

How can a man claim to be a king of the past?

As if he saw Gu Qingshan's doubts, the middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "It's okay for you to take a look." ”

His body suddenly swelled violently, turning into a five-meter-tall illusory spirit.

Hundreds of faces appeared on the surface of the spirit.

Their faces were different, their expressions were different, and they looked at Gu Qingshan together.

This scene is somewhat creepy.

Gu Qingshan remained silent, hugged his fists and said: "Fortunately, I don't know why the kings of the past generations summoned me here." ”

In an instant, the expanded spirit suddenly shrank back and turned into the middle-aged man again.

"No surprise—as you know, monsters can't find the souls of royalty, so instead of being eaten, we've been there for countless years," he said. ”

"Please sit down, let's talk slowly." Middle-aged humane.

"Okay."

Gu Qingshan sat down on this side of the table.

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

The table was filled with steaming food.

"These are the dishes that kings like, and I guess there are always some to your liking." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Gu Qingshan looked at the dishes.

Whether it's cooking or the art of the world, he naturally understands it and can see some ways.

These dishes are things that are condensed by consciousness.

To put it simply, it is the embodiment of thought.

- Some people have eaten these dishes, formed thoughts about the flavors of various dishes, and re-embodied the dishes with their thoughts.

In this way, when other people eat these dishes, they can feel the good taste of the original food.

Gu Qingshan praised: "Thanks to the hospitality, it is really a very good skill, which opened my eyes. ”

He picked a knife from the knife and fork on the table and poked it towards a plate of snacks.

The dinner knife turned into a pair of chopsticks halfway through, grabbed the snack steadily, and took it back.

Gu Qingshan tasted it.

Well......

This texture is really good, and you can explore the original cooking method a little bit from the taste.

He moved his chopsticks again to pick up the other dishes.

The middle-aged man looked at Gu Qingshan, gradually revealing appreciation.

This young man directly changed the knife with his own thoughts, and turned it into a pair of chopsticks, indicating that he had fully understood this technique and began to take the initiative in the operation.

- This is a silent warning.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man said:

"I have a thing that I must ask for."

"You're too polite, I never eat white food, if you have something, please tell me directly." Gu Qingshan continued to taste the food and responded.

"As a king, I'm curious to know what happened to my unscrupulous descendant."

"Oh? Which one do you refer to? ”

"It's the guy I gave him the magic skills of the kings of the past, but he was still defeated by you, and finally entered the ruins of the god of life and never came back."

Gu Qingshan was stunned.

I see.

It makes sense that the king's ancestors would not hesitate to use this spell to pull themselves in to inquire about the king's whereabouts.

In a sense, this is also a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

But how to say it, the king did die a little unjustly at that time.

Gu Qingshan was actually still thinking seriously for a while, wanting to pull the other party into his team.

But the strange spirit was too fast, and afterwards, the king's skin flew into the void and flowed into the turbulence, and he didn't know where to go.

So there is no room for redemption.

Gu Qingshan thought about it, and finally honestly told the situation when the king died.

The middle-aged man listened quietly and was silent for a while.

Gu Qingshan said sincerely: "I also feel very sorry about this matter, and please mourn and change it." ”

"Condolences? No, we are not sad," the middle-aged man said with a grim face, "such a worthless death, even the soul being eaten, is really a waste of our hard work." ”

Gu Qingshan was slightly stunned.

This attitude seems to be a little different from what I expected.

If the other party is not here to hear about the king's death, then for what?

Gu Qingshan simply asked directly: "Please forgive me, what are you taking me here for?" ”

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "Of course, in order to reach an agreement with you, we will cooperate with each other and escape from Requiem Township." ”

His expression was more serious than ever.

Only then did Gu Qingshan understand that the other party's purpose turned out to be this.

"Could it be that as spirits, Your Majesty the King can't leave Requiem Land?" Gu Qingshan asked.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "If we could go, we would have left a long time ago—as you can see, except for those souls that have been eaten, we can only survive in this way, wandering in the land of requiem for a long time of nearly 100 million years." ”

"Although our power continues to grow, the world barrier of Requiem comes from the oath of the gods, and it is absolutely impossible to enter and exit unless it is in accordance with the content of the oath."

"Including you, it was by virtue of the oath of the first person in the star crown that you entered here."

Gu Qingshan immediately said: "I think there is no doubt about this - my partners and I are very willing to work with the kings to break down the barriers of this world and escape from here." ”

Yes, anyone else would do that.

There is no entanglement of interests and no contradictions between the two sides, and there is only one common goal: to escape from the requiem country.

This is the best basis for cooperation.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, agreeing with this.

He said: "Gu Qingshan, you are a smart person, and you also have strong abilities, strength, although you are a little weaker, but in our plan, strength is not the most important." ”

Gu Qingshan asked, "What do the kings need me to do?" ”

The middle-aged man paused, falling into a deep groan.

He seemed to be recalling something, and it was as if something was hard to talk about for a while.

Long.

He opened his mouth and said slowly: "Before we cooperate, you must know some information first, otherwise you will make a mistake." ”

"What information?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"Billions of years ago, the god of life fell." King's Road.

"Oh, I know this, the seven gods have fallen in the process of conquering the void."

Gu Qingshan continued: "For the survival and reproduction of future generations of gods, the gods have really done their best, and they have died, which is really admirable. ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile full of irony.

"Dead?"

The middle-aged man continued:

"I don't know about the other gods, but what the god of life is best at is how to survive, how could this great and noble god die?"

Gu Qingshan was stunned, and suddenly lost his voice: "Could it be that the God of Life is still alive?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded and told a secret.

"When the god of life was dying, in order to continue to live, he managed to seize the body of that monster, and for countless years he hid in the Requiem Homeland, recuperating by eating the soul of the gods."

"The gods are our different levels of existence, and since they became gods, they have long since turned into a cold and ruthless monster."

"It's completely understandable for a monster to feed on the souls of its own offspring."