So in this case, I am willing to become the soul slave of the adult, as long as the adult can let me rejoin this battlefield, even if it is a lifetime loss. ”

I don't know what kind of faith sustained him, but his decision has not wavered since the beginning of the conversation.

Dark Moon Yan didn't know much about this, but he knew that the ordinary monk in front of him was the most powerful person in the world.

There is no reason for him to deprive a strong man of the right to decide, and there is no reason for him not to give him this opportunity.

He stretched out his hand and said slowly, "Then, as you wish." ”

He used his Horcrux to kill him with a knife in reality, and then directly used his hands to extract the monk's soul from his body.

Then he slowly poured his power and signed the contract of the soul slave.

"Go, belong to the warrior of darkness, this is the power you want, take him, go and find the glory that belongs to the warrior!"

Darkmoon's words were not spoken casually, but rather a prayer.

Those who receive this prayer after being extradited are considered to be the souls of heroes.

He could accept only the extradition power, but he would not be bound to this contract for eternity and eternity.

It's a reverence for impressions.

This is true no matter what race you are, no matter what world you are in.

But obviously, now he doesn't know what kind of opportunities his courage and his determination to not admit defeat have brought to him.

He knelt down on one knee and, with the noblest courtesy, expressed his gratitude to Darkmoon for the power he had bestowed.

"I will not disgrace my life!"

There are some things that I would rather die than accept.

There are some things that I would rather be a slave to others for the rest of my life.

It's like now.

It seems that with him as an example, there are more and more soldiers who not only do not want to become chaos beasts after their death, but also want to give full play to their value after death.

They find the powerhouses of the Soul Clan, hoping that those people will become their extraditers.

In this way, more and more people who were already helpless returned to the battlefield.

In this way, the difficult situation in the rear just now was greatly alleviated.

Huang Qianqian never expected that there would be such a person in the world that had already disappointed her.

And more than one.

Also, you can't impose the impression of some people on everyone like this.

As she started to do it, she began to think about what to do.

It's not a way to keep brushing like this, there will always be another way......

In an instant, she was very distracted for a short time, and at this grim moment, distraction is a very dangerous thing.

Indeed, in an instant, a claw had reached the back of her heart, and she was about to pierce it.

"Be careful!" Huang Qianqian was stunned again because of this voice, this is not ......

Before she could react, she was pushed away directly, and then, the sound of something piercing into her flesh came from her ears, which was very harsh, and even made her heart, which had not fluctuated for a long time, once again covered with torn pain.

"Dream!"

After she reacted, she quickly raised her hand and dealt with the chaos beast.

And this Chaos Beast is very miserable, her sword, at this moment, brought the fire of Nirvana, and she burned that Chaos Beast to the ground.

"Fence, fence ......"

Huang Qianqian stood there with his sword in his hand, looking at the black-robed man who fell to the ground with some collapse.

In the eyes of others, he was the Lord of Resentful Souls, Dark Moon, and even until just now, she thought so.

But the word he called out in a hurry, she heard the voice.

The two of them had been together for countless worlds in the form of voices, how could she not hear his voice?

How so......

How can that......

Why couldn't she hear it when we met before......

Why? Why? Why?

Why didn't she find out earlier? Why can't she hear it?!

In fact, she can't be blamed for not being able to hear it, when Huang Shu used the identity of Dark Moon to meet her a few times before, he was afraid that she would hear his voice, so he specially used ventriloquism.

That's why his voice is very strange, the kind of low, which makes people feel that death is behind him.

Qing Yan in her hand fell to the ground like this, and the claws of that chaos beast passed directly through his heart, and even directly ripped his heart out of it......

"Dream! Dream! Yes! ”

How long has it been?

How long has it been since she looked like she was having an emotional breakdown?

She couldn't even remember it herself.

She reached out her already trembling hand and carefully removed his mask.

Under the mask, there was an unfamiliar face, but she knew that this person was Huang Shu, the second goods......

"Ahem, Boss...... Top dog...... You...... What did you just go...... God...... It's dangerous, do you know...... I was still taught ......"

"Yes, it's my fault, it's my fault, you want to kill me, don't do it...... Don't do this! ”

Her words were a little incoherent, and the spiritual power in her hands that was about to be exhausted began to condense and pour into his wounds little by little, trying to help him heal in this way.

But it didn't work.

Not only has the heart been dug out, but it has also been crushed.

It's just a few seconds.

Everything has changed......

Huang Su raised his hand to stop her in vain, but his hand was halfway up and fell back to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

He can't cough up blood now, so he can only cough dry there, which makes people look extremely uncomfortable.

"Ahem...... Don't ...... Boss. Don't waste your efforts, it's useless......"

He is a member of the Soul Clan, but he is also the former Eleventh God Clan, the last one of the Northern Stygian Snow Wolf Clan.

Without a heart, you will naturally die.

In other words, it is not death, it is destined to disappear from this world.

Huang Qianqian was not angry, and her voice was hoarse, but she was speechless because of the discomfort: "You shut up Lao Tzu!" Who made you wait? Shut up! ”

She refused to listen, she still kept wasting her spiritual power, and she also found that the spiritual power infused in the past would disperse after a while, and it would not have a healing effect at all.

"What to do? What to do? What am I going to do? ”

She seemed to be crazy, as if she wanted to drain the spiritual power in her body, as long as she could save him back, what would it be to drain him?

Why doesn't this work?

Why?

Why didn't he come back?

No, it's not, he can still be saved, it must be okay!

It's just because she's useless, it's because she doesn't, if she had studied art in the first place, it wouldn't be like this......

Yes, it's her fault......

(End of chapter)