The night and Monroe and Lingde stared at each other, and the two Chuncao also stared at each other fiercely, and for a while, Senluo Hell entered a moment of tranquility.

After a moment of tranquility, a chanting sound came directly from the air!

"With the stars of the eternal night!"

In an instant, a starry sky appeared in the ghost domain, and at this moment, there was a thunderous chant!

"Bounded by the lintel of life and death!"

An illusory door of light appeared in the entire lonely space!

"The Book of the Dead" Stars Chapter and the Dead Country Chapter!

The dark night turned his head sharply, and his eyes fell in shock, and the two spring grasses fought directly.

Singing scriptures, every sentence is like a knife!

For a while, the sky was dark, and the nearby souls were even more shattered, and the two of them were equal, half a catty and eight taels, staring at the night for a long time, and at this time both of them had already finished singing a "Book of the Dead".

A vacuum was formed nearby, and all broken soul fragments were flying in the wind, and they didn't stop at all, and the two of them began to sing a new chapter of the Dead Sutra.

I looked a little anxious in the dark night, and looked back at Monroe and Lingde: "I said uncle! You are a great grandmaster, right?

Monroe and Lingde turned their heads and glared at the night fiercely, and said a little angrily: "The magic in the world is endless, what about the grandmaster, even if it is a saint, he doesn't dare to say anything!"

What is the use of learning this magic to destroy the delusion? The whole continent also estimates that there is such a thing as a powerful ghost in your heretical empire, where is there it?"

After Monroe and Lingde finished speaking, they also clicked on the unicorn dung fork in their hands, and a burst of purple light burst out.

I didn't laugh out loud when I watched this old man's movements, this was to tell him that I was a fighting spirit, not a magician!

The heart of the dark night is also scarlet, you won't just say no, but the words are so crowned and spring, but I didn't scold this old man, people want to leave some face for others.

This is a great master!

It's still a light system!

If you really anger this old man, you will crush him to death as a heretic in this small rank in the night, and you can't even let out a miserable howl, and no one will avenge him.

The night stopped, and there was no way to do it, so I could only sit there and watch the two spring grasses fight each other.

This spring grass is indeed ruthless, it is simply beating itself, and the world is shattered, and both sides of the "Book of the Dead" sang six chapters, singing until the sea of spiritual consciousness dried up.

Both of them took out the amethyst from the white death sacrificial robe and inhaled, and continued to sing after sucking, and the night clearly felt that the voices of these two people were hoarse, and they were still fighting there, and they were howling ghosts.

He can be said to have a thorough understanding of Chuncao's combat effectiveness, unless she can summon endless ghosts and ghosts from the abyss of hell one day, she can't stop this chanting at all!

Very bored!

It's boring to look at it in the dark, just Monroe and Lingde are staring at it nicely, in the spring grass pocket, if the night is not mistaken, but there are fifty or sixty pieces of Tina's amethyst, and these two people don't seem to consume the amethyst, and they don't have a head at all.

As soon as the night turned around, he became interested in the old man's scattered spirits of the Holy Spirit, which he was greedy for!

Walk up to a golden soul of the Holy Spirit, a female spirit, like a real person!

This female soul looked at the night and came to him, and it was very anthropomorphic to him is cold snort, glaring angrily, her face was like an angry god, and she felt that the spiritual consciousness sea was churning violently in the dark night, and her whole body was lifeless, and the spiritual consciousness sea that was directly impacted by this cold snort was unstable.

The night was a little frightened, pointing to the female soul in front of him, turning back to Monroe and Lingde, "Uncle, is this thing fierce?"

"Fierce!"

It wasn't Monroe or Lingde who answered him, but this female spirit of the Holy Spirit!

The night was directly frightened, and he turned around and stared back at this golden soul in a daze, thoughtful and understanding people's words! It was not comparable to ordinary ghosts at all, and it didn't seem to be worse than the powerful ghost just now.

He's interested!

This is definitely the perfect main soul to make an oil-paper umbrella, this combat power!

It was a soft cold snort, which could shake the sea of his spiritual consciousness, and his strength was definitely not weak, and he smiled obscenely at the illusory and real Holy Spirit Soul in front of him!

The dark night walked slowly in front of the golden soul, looked at the female Holy Spirit Soul who was glaring angrily, and said, "You can speak?"

"Dark decaying hell abyssal garbage, stay away from me! I hate the smell of depravity in you. ”

The night is simply a hot face and a cold ass, isn't it this smell that plays undead magic?

He also wants to be fragrant, but he is born with no other elemental affinity, it would be good to be a mage, how many fat picks and leftovers!

The night was depressed, and it seemed that there was no way to chat, so he walked up to Monroe and Lingde, and said with a smile: "Uncle, what is the matter with the soul of the Holy Spirit?"

Monroe and Lingde glanced back at the smiling night beside them, and then paid attention to the two beating spring grasses.

"The soul of the dead! In history, there are people who believe in light, and those who are recorded in the thick "Panorama of the History of the West France Continent", this book will not be destroyed, and the heroic soul will not be destroyed or fall!"

Astound!

This is the first time he has heard this book, what kind of book is it?

How can you have this ability, leave your name on it, and your soul will not be destroyed?

The eyes of the night rolled, and he looked at Monroe and Lingde, who were concentrating, and said again: "Uncle, then you summoned this Holy Spirit Soul?"

Monroe and Lingde glanced back, a little puzzled by him, but nodded anyway.

"Then uncle, is there any drawback to this Holy Spirit Soul being so heroic?"

Monroe and Lingde looked at the baby in front of them and were a little confused, and they didn't know what the routine was.

He had been cultivating the Holy Art of Light all his life, hoping to ascend to the realm of the God of Light after death, even if he was a grandmaster, his head would not turn as fast as the night.

I've spent my whole life on cultivation, and I don't know what he means at all, to put it bluntly, he's a little ignorant of the world, what is good is good, and what is evil is evil.

But completely forget that there is another one in the middle of these two, the yin one!

"What are the shortcomings? There are no shortcomings, immortal, immortal, but a little afraid that the filthy blood will infect the seven orifices of the Holy Spirit, and will lose oneself for a while, and ......."

The eyes of the night lit up directly!

All he wanted was a sentence, and he looked at Monroe and Lingde, who were still thinking about it, and hurriedly changed the topic to him.

"Uncle! Look at those two people going crazy!"

The night pointed at Monroe and Lingde towards the real and false spring grass, and Monroe and Lingde looked at these two people really crazy!

The blood sacrifice has already begun, how can this blood sacrifice be used easily, but it consumes the energy of the mind, and if the blood is released too much, it will cause the soul to be tired and the body to be weak.

Even if you do this at a high level, you have to lie on the kang for at least ten days and half a month, what light magic and water magic are not good at all, you can only rest and make up for it!

Looking at Monroe and Lingde in the dark, the old man was attracted by the two spring grasses, and he slipped away in an instant, and walked directly to a corner and squatted there scratching his head, still muttering in his mouth.

"What kind of blood is this filthy blood? I don't think it counts, but the living soul just said I have a rancid stench on me....."

"What the hell is this..."

"Does that count?"

The night was in that period of contemplation, and I didn't know what this really was.

He stood up and felt that he should try his idea, if it was just in case, if it was really in case, even if it didn't work out, it shouldn't matter, this thing was made by his old beggar in Monroe, it should be fine, right?

The night was a little apprehensive in his heart, he walked over to the half-orc body of Gary Eugene just now, and directly tore off a large piece of the half-orc's black linen pants.

A small Death Scythe instantly appeared in his hand, and it slashed towards the arm and wrist of this huge body, and instantly crimson blood flowed to the ground.

The dark night put the stenching rag in his hand directly into the blood, took it out and put it aside, feeling a little insufficient, and the scythe of death was lightly slashed on his arm and wrist, and the blood was forever gushing.

He poured his own blood again, and then the scythe of death crumbled, and he slapped the endless breath of death into the rag.

I still felt uneasy in the dark night, looking at the endless soul fragments on the ground, I grabbed another handful, rubbed it on this bloody cloth stained with dead air, and even pulled a pile of remnant souls nearby, directly kneaded them into small remnant soul balls, and ravaged them on this piece of rag that was a little blood-black, so I was relieved!

"It's just that there is no Void Seed World, if it is soaked in it for a moment, it will definitely be the so-called filthy blood, which is also considered a future, but I don't know if it is good or not!"

After the night muttered there, he picked up the black blood cloth, smiled obscenely, and walked towards the female holy soul who scolded him just now.....

Monroe and Lingde stared intently at the two spring grasses bled and played blood sacrifices there, and they couldn't tell who was real and who was fake, and the high-altitude magic circle was full of real blood gathering in the air.

He also had to sigh, this little undead is definitely a handsome talent, look at that profession should be a hell poet, a profession that is rarer than his Monroe and Lingde ascetics, at this level is so powerful, if he does not die on the road of magic, his future achievements will be at least a height with him!

While Monroe and Ringer were still sighing, they suddenly felt that they had broken off their connection with the three thousand Holy Spirit Souls, and looked back.

I only saw the dark night beside him, stared at by him a little stunned.

Monroe and Lingde sensed the surroundings, and there were no powerful ghosts appearing, and they were a little puzzled how this Holy Spirit soul could suddenly be missing?

It may be that he was shattered by the surrounding resentful ghosts, but it is not necessarily, and when the thousand-year-old ghost is destroyed, he will directly pull it up, and after he looked around a few times and found nothing, he didn't care!