"Brother, that's a ghost?"

As soon as he was about to leave in the night, he heard the voice of forgetting his worries behind him, and turned his head to see that the little fat dun was looking at his brother through the crack in the door, and there was endless curiosity in his squinted eyes.

"Don't be curious! this is not something you should know, go take care of grandpa, take this for you, I'm going to go out!" After the night finished talking to Forget Worry, he took out a piece of amethyst from the mage's robe and threw it at Forget Worry.

Forget your worries and take the amethyst thrown over in the night, and said to him happily: "Brother, you are so generous today, have you made a fortune?"

"! take care of grandpa, I'll go to the second uncle's trip. ”

After the night finished speaking, he turned to the outside with a swing of the mage robe, he was a little anxious, the white-clothed ghost behind him was simply a sharp knife, as long as it recovered some strength, the oil paper umbrella would not be able to control her powerful soul body.

He was even more a little numb, the ghost crystal had already entered his pocket, so don't think about taking it out, I believe that no matter which necromancer sees this thing, he will probably go crazy, but the main soul of this white-clothed ghost is a little troublesome.

Blackbeard didn't dare to look for it, if he let him know that he had this thing, he would definitely be able to eat and wipe him clean, and Monroe and Lingde didn't dare to look for it, if the righteous madman knew that the ghost was not dead, the ghost crystal pair would be inserted into a piece of slag by his one-horned dung fork, so he could only go to the sewer to find the old man of Anneminster and start from the side to see if he could strengthen the main soul control array, this kind of main soul is also rare in 10,000 years.

As long as his night gold coins are at the foot point, and after the next ten thousand souls array, this white-clothed ghost is definitely the most perfect main soul, there is no one, the ghost in good condition is a near saint!

Walking on the dark main street of Anle Town with an oil-paper umbrella in the dark night, it was already the second half of the night, the half-unpopular street seemed to be a little lonely and lonely, the snow still did not stop, and there was a tendency to fall more and more, and no one swept the snow in front of the door in the middle of the night, and stepped on the snow in the middle of the night, walking towards the sewer of the square.

The dark night moved the oil-paper umbrella and muttered in a low voice, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Langjun, are you talking to the slave family?"

The night was secretly frightened, he was not asking the name of this ghost, but to confirm the recovery state of this ghost, who would have thought that after such a moment, the white-clothed ghost who was still weak and even struggled to speak just now could not hear the feeling of half a heavy blow.

He didn't know how much the soul in his oil-paper umbrella had been swallowed by this old witch, but there were definitely not a few. Hearing this, the dark night couldn't help but speed up a little bit.

"Of course, I am already your little Langjun, how can I not know the name of my wife, this is not good to be known! The night quickened his pace, and there was a word of nonsense following the ghost.

"Giggle~~ That's right! Xiao Langjun, remember, your wife's name is Er Yu!"

"Real name?"

"Of course, how can your wife use this to deceive my little Langjun. ”

When the night heard that this terrible ghost was actually called by this name, his face was a little shocked and instantly turned into an endless color of mockery, this name should be taken from the light scriptures, and said to her: "Holy, noble, angelic, like to help people?"

"I didn't expect Xiao Langjun of the slave family to understand a lot! You, a necromancer, still understand the meaning of the light scriptures?"

Listening to the words of the ghost in the dark night, he sneered: "You are a 10,000-person slaughter, don't you feel that this name is a bit ironic?"

"The first name, then the ghost path, how to talk about irony? If I don't kill people, people will let me go? Am I simple or are you too stupid?" When the white-clothed ghost spoke, the dark night could clearly feel that her tone was two points higher.

This is the world of cannibalism, just live yourself, why care about others. Listening to the words of the ghost in the dark night, I don't know what I remembered, and I felt a lot of emotion.

"Yo, is this still my little Langjun? These words sound like you're not small!"

"Humph!"

The white-clothed ghost listened to the cold voice of the night and was half lifeless, and said to him: "My little Langjun, where are you going to take me? The slave family doesn't want to go anywhere, so I want to go back to warm your bed!"

"Where are you going, find a master to treat you, it's not good to be so disobedient!"

"The old beggar?"

"You want to be completely killed?"

"Giggle~~ It seems that my little Langjun is a little greedy, he wants to be greedy for the ghost crystal of the slave family, and he wants the body of the slave family, it seems that he has a life!"

The dark night has seen the lights on the square, but also saw the glorious temple in the goose feather snow, there is no one nearby, it is estimated that this kind of weather is he alone here stupid wandering, the oil paper umbrella came out of the white-clothed ghost soft words, the night listened, pinched the oil paper umbrella and said shamelessly: "You are my wife, what else are you talking about you and me, yours is not all mine?"

"Of course, but you, Langjun, covet the slave's things, but don't sleep with the slave, which makes the slave family not sad. ”

Standing on the square in the dark night, he glanced at the back of the Necromancer Association, and said to this powerful ghost named Er Yu: "Grandpa is afraid that he will be sucked into a dry corpse by your powerful ghost!"

"Slave ...... like that"

"Grass!"

As soon as the night walked to the side of the Necromancer Association, he suddenly felt a strong and violent wave rushing in, and the white energy ripples came to him in an instant, directly slapping the night on the black wall of the Necromancer Association.

There was no reaction in the dark night, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the magic runes that suddenly lit up, and he turned his head to look at the Temple of Light, simply dumbfounded.

A dazzling white light rose from the Guangming Temple, directly illuminating the dim night, the entire white temple was as bright as a pearl in the dark night, countless bright and brilliant lights were as dazzling as the morning sun, stabbing his eyes in the dark night, and the dead air in the sea of spiritual consciousness was evaporated in bursts, his whole body was emitting white smoke, and the pain all over his body was unbearable.

I still feel like I washed my hands with light holy water last time, and this time I was bathing with the light element!

This kind of pain is not worse than the tearing of the soul, and the numbness of the whole body is felt in the dark night, like the bite of thousands of ants.

There was another violent flash of light, and the entire Temple of Light in the dark night instantly swelled up, and the statue of the Holy Knight at the top of the tower was even more dazzling, and the stabbed demon statue was hideous with three points of holiness.

After this huge fluctuation of the light element swept out, a thick blood cloud appeared above the illuminated sky, and the entire tall and holy Bright Sect Temple was instantly shrouded in blood, and the glorious Sect Temple became a demonic mansion in the blink of an eye, which was simply demonic and dazzling!

"My day!"

The night suddenly felt bad, and he cursed, holding his aching chest and abdomen, and headed for the cat in the corner of the wall of the Necromancer Association.

Just listening to the sound of a loud bang, the night instantly felt the strong wind in his ears, and there were countless hard objects whistling along with the strong wind, and the magic runes on the wall of the Necromancer Association in the corner flickered, which could simply brighten the eyes of the blind, and the yellow-colored lines of the magic array he was holding felt a little hot, which showed how big the impact of this wave was!

The dark night peeked at the hard object flying behind him, and saw a broken white demon statue whizzing behind him, and his eyes were round in fright, this was the decoration on the spire of the Illuminati Temple in front!

The heavy smell of blood diffused around the night as the demon statue flew by, and this disgusting blood breath was mixed with the exclusive aura of darkness, decay, and fear of the hellish abyss.

"Moore, Selt, I'm your teacher!"

There was a blast in the sky, the soul of the night shook and the eyes were full of stars, and he had just vomited blood, followed by a burst of vomiting, this time it was not blood, it was rice!

"Teacher, you teach the grace of the profession, the bad disciple will not dare to forget it for the rest of his life, can you let me go? Leave the unfortunate disciple alive, Moore will escape to the Eastern Desert North Mountains from today, and it will be feasible to take a step without setting foot in the human world?"

There was a white figure standing in the thick blood cloud, this person's words were very demonic, as if they were not like human language, his poignant voice seemed to be three points better than the devil of hell, and his words were even more pleading and pleading, and he said to the old figure suspended on the other side of the void that was as bright as day.

Goose-feather snow flew all over the sky throughout the night, and the square was illuminated by these two people, and the snow on the ground was stirred into a white mist, with endless light and holy light surging on the left, and a blood-colored cloud on the right.

The two worlds of white and red collided with each other, impacting the shattered Illuminati Temple below, and the former high light and holiness were long gone, leaving only endless broken bricks and rubble, and bursts of light sacrifices and painful wails.

"Are you worthy of my fifty years of teaching, and your surname Selt?what you have done is a shame for everyone!" the gray-haired old man in the Bright Radiance glared angrily, and shouted at the embarrassed white-robed figure in front of him.

You know that I am your student, your Monroe and Lingde's student, and which of your students is worse than me?

And I, Moore and Selt, have been in this broken town for fifty years!

Fifty years, Teacher, how many fifty years are there in life?

At the age of more than a hundred years, he is an intermediate light priest, and he is still a white-clothed bishop in a broken town, or at least a white-clothed bishop of a county, so he is worthy of being a student of your Monroe and Lingde!

And your college students, Wennaan and Warry, are now cardinals of an empire, running an empire's bright court!

How many years are I and him? One year old! My senior brother is now about to enter the Grandmaster, right? Teacher! My original talent was much stronger than his, and this is what you personally praised. ”

Moore and Celt roared at Monroe and Lingde for a while, the blood that popped out of the corners of their mouths was not wiped away, and the endless resentment followed his words, as if there was an endless grudge against the old man in front of him.