These rivers are swift and quiet,

The spirits who are guided can pass over

They are always sorrowful travelers

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They were told to take off their shoes and reach the City of the Dead from the River Styx,

They are either afraid or hesitant

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You are dead and still restless

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"Go back!"

"The Book of the Dead" Dead Country Chapter!

"Spring grass!"

Listening to the intermittent sound in the night, he shouted out his name directly, and this beautiful chanting sound can be said to be ripe, even if it turns to ashes, he can hear it in the night.

Although he didn't know where the spring grass was in this illusory world, he knew that he had definitely strayed into this place.

The night smacked his lips, playfully looking at the miserable red-clothed ghost in the air in front of him, and he couldn't help but begin to mourn in silence for this female ghost.

Look at this way, this terrible ghost was broken by the spring grass and another body of soul, plus the one he broke is the number of two, how many years of penance have all turned into ashes.

He is not easy to get along with in the dark, but this spring grass is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, and the night has never walked ten verses of chanting in front of the spring grass.

You can't take an apprentice rank seriously, that's a poet of hell!

Chanter of the Grim Reaper's Faith!

The most devout believers in the Grim Reaper!

There are only a handful of rare professions on the entire continent, and it is strange that the strength can be weak!

Black Night has no faith like Yi Lai, but he has a sense of awe, nothing on this continent that is related to gods and demons is simple, Chuncao is like this, and Yi Lai's demon contract is also like this.

He didn't know what the connection was between this powerful ghost and the soul split, but when he saw this red-clothed ghost soul splitting like a mad demon, he knew that it was definitely not much worse than a high-level spell counterattack!

"Old witch! Master's accomplice is here, and he still wants to make Grandpa a soul corpse, and he is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue, Master wants to make you into the main soul of an oil-paper umbrella, see where you run!"

Hearing the sound of Chuncao's chanting in the dark night, it can be said that he trembled completely, his waist was not sore, his back was not painful, and he had the strength to beat the ghost.

"Junior, do you think you can keep you?" the red-clothed ghost shouted angrily into the night.

"It's not the purpose to keep you, the purpose is that the master wants to make your soul into a magic weapon!" The dark night roared into the air, four or five pieces of amethyst in his hand were shattered into slag, and five or six scythes of death were thrown out in his right hand, and the dead air was filled with life, and he went straight to Tianyu.

"Then let's see if you have that ability, quack ....." The red-clothed ghost finished speaking, and he prostrated himself and shot towards the sky.

"Old witch, don't scream, it's hard to hear the dead, the master still likes to listen to your lewd and coquettish. ”

When he scolded in the dark night, his hand was not idle, he directly untied the black cloth belt on his left hand, and the scythe of death on his wrist was lightly slashed, and the blood instantly entered the pillar and sprayed directly on the black cloth belt.

The black cloth ribbon that was wrinkled like ordinary snow silk was stained with countless blood, and there was no feeling of wetness at all, and the blood sprayed on it was all absorbed by this strange black cloth belt, like human breath.

The black cloth belt burst out with a faint dark light, the cold light was cold, the yin and evil were abnormal, and a piece of illusory text flashed!

The black cloth belt in his hand was shot directly into the red-clothed ghost in the sky along his death scythe, staring at the red ghost who wanted to escape.

"Hey, hey, the old witch has you to bear!"

As soon as the night was finished, I heard a terrible howl from the sky, and the red ghost fell straight into the air and slapped towards the ground.

Five or six scythes of death instantly shot in front of the red-clothed ghost, and in an instant, the red-clothed ghost split his soul and stroked his hands, and five or six scythe of death were directly soothed away, and a black shadow in the middle was not soothed at all, and the red-clothed ghost stared at this strange ghostly light and fixed his eyes, and directly the dead soul was exposed!

Fear!

Great fear!

Weird, evil, cold, solidified!

She felt irresistible!

But it was too late, this strange ghost light came in an instant, and directly tied up the soul of this red-clothed ghost, and the slightest soul power could not be used, and it shot straight towards the ground below.

"Haha~~ Old witch! I said you were the dish in my bowl!" "The dark night looked at the red-clothed ghost who fell to the ground and struggled, and said to her villain.

This black cloth belt is the rag belt that is usually wrapped around his waist when the belt is wrapped around his waist in the dark night, and he doesn't know what it is, and he can't figure it out when he checks the data.

The things that the Demon Altar gambled on, if you look at something abnormal, none of them are simple goods, and this black cloth belt is the same, when the night is injected with dead air, it will produce a soul-fixing effect, which will help to solidify the soul.

And if you drip blood on it, it's different, it's not a solid soul, it's a broken soul!

After the night dropped two drops of blood on it and wrapped it around his body, it was indeed a soul-fixing effect, but this effect was a bit heavy, his soul was almost not crushed and broken, his whole body couldn't move, he couldn't absorb the slightest death qi, and the whole body was fixed in meditation.

Fortunately, there was little blood dripping on it, and after a while, this effect disappeared, and he felt like ten thousand years had passed, and he was simply walking around in front of death.

Only the mind can move in the whole body, but he can't even turn his eyeballs, but it is conceivable that this soul-fixing effect is not something he can resist at all, it is definitely a high-end product!

I just don't know what it is, he wants to take this thing to his second uncle for identification, but before he is in a hurry, he is thrown by the academy into this Eastern Desert North Mountain Range.

The effect of this thing is powerful, but the ghostly light flickering outside the injected blood is too conspicuous, and the night can be said to have been looking for an opportunity to throw this thing, and two drops of blood almost squeezed his soul If it is soaked with blood, the effect can be imagined, before this female ghost was more concentrated, and he was not distracted at all, and he had no chance to engage in this sneak attack.

It was also thanks to Haruka that he didn't know where to shatter her distracted soul that he had such a chance.

The dark night walked to the side of the struggling red-clothed ghost, the female ghost was tied to her body with her hair and her whole body cracked.

Seeing him approaching him, he directly opened his huge mouth of blood, the cold light of his fangs flickered, and he was about to bite towards the night.

Looking at the scattered soul fragments snowflakes in the dark night, he was also dumbfounded, this weird dark night cloth belt was too ruthless, his infinite firepower output, and hit the death scythe worth of two or three hundred thousand gold coins, but it didn't break the body of this female ghost, and the black cloth belt was sprinkled with blood, and a binding squeezed the ghost body that had been cultivated for more than 200 years.

"It's a pity, tsk!"

The dark night sighed directly, the blood was a little too much, who would have thought that this was the result, but he wanted to divide the soul of this red-clothed ghost and grab it to be the main soul of his oil-paper umbrella, and the little ghost with a little IQ that he caught last time was not good at all, and was directly shattered by Yi Lai's soul body.

His oil-paper umbrella was re-made, but there was still a main soul missing, and this red-clothed ghost split soul, if he was the main soul at such an IQ level, the soul in his oil-paper umbrella would definitely no longer wander in the air, it must be organized and disciplined, and he was beating Yilai, even if he had a second demon contract, it was not certain who would lose and who would win.

"The products of the abyss are all high-quality products!"

The dark night looked at the black cloth belt with a ghostly light flickering on the soul fragment, and said an exclamation, he didn't dare to go up and get it at all, this thing was too terrifying, the blood power had not been exhausted, and whoever took it was the consequence of the red-clothed ghost.

"Little friend, borrow your prayer flag!"

An old and tired voice came from the void, and the night was stunned for a moment, and he saw his ghostly black cloth band floating directly into the air, penetrating the void and disappearing in an instant.

"Who's the grass? Mom sells the batch! Who did it?"

There was a burst of abuse in the dark night towards the place where the black cloth ribbon disappeared, and it exploded directly.

This thing is usually hidden, and he doesn't dare to show a shadow in front of people, even if Gally Eugene's good friend asks him, he didn't say anything, for fear of being robbed if he shows his mouth, which shows how tight the night is.

I just used it once, and I don't know which great power of conscience directly copied it, and returned it to Xiaoyou! Whoever is with you is Xiaoyou, this is simply an enemy! A great enemy of life and death!

"Little friend, I'm destined for you!" another voice came from the air, still so tired and tired.

Listening to this voice in the dark, I suddenly felt a little familiar, but it was also a sense of familiarity, but I didn't think about it without thinking about where this familiarity came from.

There are only a few old men he usually comes into contact with, his grandfather, Dean Pigan, and Vice President Ogal, these old men's voices are all familiar to him, even the old guys in the town who often chat and fart with their good old men, he can hear and distinguish people, and he can't remember who this familiar voice is.

"Your uncle's! If you have a fate, take away an artifact from me, if I have a fate with the Necromancer Association, will you take the treasure in it casually!"

In the dark night, he muttered to himself, his little face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and he was about to cry, and his flesh hurt!

I've never hurt so much! My heart hurts like blood! He has always robbed others at night, how can he be robbed? He often fights geese, and this time he was pecked by a goose, how can he not be sad!

No one paid attention to his complaining words, the baby black cloth belt in the dark night was gone, and I didn't know which powerful person said that I have a fate with you, and I copied it directly!

He looked depressedly at the collapsed and broken space around him and didn't pay attention to it, sitting on the ground with a dull look in his eyes, and his mind was full of his precious black cloth band disappearing figure.

"Hmm, night, why are you here?"

A voice of doubt came into the ears of the dark night who was still in a daze, and he turned his head behind him sluggishly, and glanced at the figure that came by......