"Lou Cheng is dead, dead!

He died seven days ago, I saw it with my own eyes! ”

Wang Zhao frantically emphasized, who is doing this kind of prank with him?

Lou Cheng glanced at Wang Zhao and said coldly.

"I didn't say I wasn't dead."

Now that it has been determined, there is revenge and revenge.

Death energy suddenly filled the entire space.

The full set of inheritance equipment Blood Flame Suit suddenly appeared on the surface of Lou Cheng's body, and a tall skeleton with two meters of height and full armor suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zhao.

The majestic momentum is intimidating.

Especially the blood-red soul flame that flickered in his eyes like a raging fire.

Red as blood, full of explosive power, full of thirst for revenge.

"I used to be a dead man, but I struggled to crawl out of hell, and now it's your turn to go down."

Lou Cheng didn't say a word, and raised the white bone giant sword in his hand towards the frightened Wang Zhao.

The sword was like flying, and the two-meter-high white bone giant sword operated like a small boning knife.

Each sword took a part from Wang Zhao's body, and each sword made Wang Zhao scream.

There is a cruel ancient criminal law in China called Ling Chi, which is also known as a thousand cuts.

"Ling Chi" can be called a secret and delicate art of torture mastered by the executioner.

There is a saying in the annals of the Ming Dynasty that "Ling Chi should be 3,600 knives".

It is said that each Ling Chi must be executed by two people, starting from the feet, a total of 1,000 knives, that is, a thousand pieces of meat must be cut off before the prisoner is allowed to die.

It is said that if a prisoner dies before a thousand cuts, the executor will also be punished.

And the most famous person who received this punishment was the great eunuch Liu Jin, who heard that it took a total of three days to cut him down...

Of course, Lou Cheng didn't know how to Ling Chi, but relying on the induction of life energy by the Younas breathing method, Lou Cheng spared the fatal parts with every knife just right, making Wang Zhao feel the greatest pain as much as possible.

I saw that fragments of flesh and blood continued to fall off Wang Zhao's body and fly out of his body, accompanied by painful screams full of fear.

The fragments of flesh that flew out formed a sacrificial circle pattern in a fixed rehearsal, and in the center of the pattern was Wang Zhao, who had been almost cut into a skeleton.

The most terrifying thing is that Wang Zhao at this time still maintains the most basic sobriety.

This is not because Wang Zhao is a tough guy.

It was just because during the entire Ling Chi process, Lou Cheng was taking advantage of the opportunity of the white bone giant sword and Wang Zhao's body contact to inject a trace of his unique knightly power into Wang Zhao's body.

It was this trace of knightly power that not only temporarily saved Wang Zhao's life from completely dying, but also allowed Wang Zhao to feel extreme pain while maintaining an absolutely sober consciousness.

At first, Wang Zhao was just a strong cry, and then Wang Zhao began to constantly pray for Lou Cheng to let him go in the past friendship, and then Wang Zhao began to abuse Lou Cheng frantically......

But no matter what Wang Zhao did, Lou Cheng was unmoved.

The white bone giant sword in his hand was still carefully cutting Wang Zhao's flesh and blood off piece by piece, and placed them neatly according to the pattern planned in his heart.

Finally, Lou Cheng stopped what he was doing.

A complete sacrificial circle appeared in the center of the room, and in the middle of the circle was Wang Zhao, who had been cut into white bones.

Lou Cheng bowed his head and stood with his hands folded in front of his chest.

He bowed his head and knelt in a meditative state, and whispered the incantation:

"I pray for the power of death;"

"I pray for eternal strength;"

"I pray for your favor."

"Juggernaut from the Infinite Dead Realm!"

"Please accept my offering, the glory of death belongs to you!"

The whispers of the undead echoed in the room.

The more often he used the secret language of the dead, the more Lou Chengcheng felt the magic of this language.

Every byte came out of Lou Cheng's mouth smoothly, and Lou Cheng could feel that the power of death around him was being attracted by a mysterious force and began to stir.

Soon, Lou Cheng felt a powerful consciousness descend on the sacrificial array.

That consciousness immediately noticed Wang Zhao's presence, and he accepted the sacrifice immediately.

Wang Zhao seemed to see his end, and an extreme fear appeared on his face.

"No...... No...... I'm not going!

Leave me alone! Please leave me alone! ”

Wang Zhao's voice was extremely miserable, heart-rending and terrifying.

Then the space around them began to fluctuate, and then shook violently.

Wang Zhao's body was eaten, torn, and shattered inch by inch in the next second.

Eventually, it turned into nothingness.

At the moment when Wang Zhao's body completely disappeared, Lou Cheng could feel a cold look sweeping straight over him.

He only felt that the air around him suddenly turned cold, and his body exuded a cold chill from the inside out.

A terrible aura of death lingered around him.

Lou Cheng only felt that his scalp was fried, his hairs stood on end, and he was extremely frightened!

Everything around is strangely cold and chilling.

Shock, fear, filled Lou Cheng's mind, making him almost unconsciously retreat, almost wanting to escape.

Fortunately, Lou Cheng managed to maintain some sanity.

He gritted his teeth, bowed his head, and chanted the pure whispers of the dead, chanting the name of the ruler of the Infinite Dead Realm.

Reverent, respectful, over and over again.

Lou Cheng seemed to hear a pleasant chuckle, and the feeling of being stared at by that terrible will disappeared.

At the same time, the traces of the sacrificial circle disappeared.

Instead, the gruesome power of death that dissipates and a strange white skull.

The gray-white skull was lit up with countless strange symbols, densely connected together, and wriggling with a strange green light.

A cloud of green light lit up in the empty eye sockets of the skull, and the symbols inside flashed, like two green eyeballs, exuding a miserable green light, revealing weirdness and coldness!

"Wang Zhao's Skull Remains", a one-time consumable item.

After using it, you can summon a skeleton of the Great Knight level Dark Warrior to fight for you.

The Dark Warrior exists for three hours, and until the duration is reached, the Skeleton Dark Warrior is in an undeadly state.

"Good stuff!"

Lou Cheng nodded again and again, although the dark warrior summoned was only at the level of a great knight, just looking at his immortal state showed the huge combat power of this treasure.

Even if the base strength is lower, but this is an unbeatable kraft candy after all, if it is used well, even those elite knights are not necessarily his opponents.

After that, when he returned to the dungeon of the White Bone Garden, it was used.

Lou Cheng almost had the urge to turn into a killing madman.

A knight-level Wang Zhao sacrificed the "Wang Zhao's Skeleton Remains" that could get a great knight-level.

If he got seven or eight Li Zhao, Lin Zhao, and Liu Qianzhao to make sacrifices, and got seven or eight "Li Zhao, Lin Zhao, Liu Qianzhao's whip bones", wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the dungeon of the White Bone Dry Garden?

However, Lou Cheng still resisted this impulse.

First of all, he couldn't do that kind of indiscriminate killing of innocents, and then Lou Chengke remembered that the ruler of this Infinite Death Domain was a god of death and not an evil god.

For a chaotic and orderly Grim Reaper, groundless killings may not be exchanged for the gifts of the gods.

"It's a pity that it's a one-time consumable, not disabled!"

Lou Cheng put away the "Wang Zhao's skull remains" closely, and then turned around and left the hut.

"I just hope that one will reveal to me the identity of those bastards who killed me."

A hearty revenge is definitely an act that any death-based god appreciates.

Lou Chengke remembered that those guys all had the strength close to that of formal professionals, and the treasures they transformed would not be too bad.