When he saw Monroe and Lingde looking back at the two spring grasses in the dark, he didn't dare to breathe, and slowly swallowed a breath of turbidity, and then the cold sweat on his body came down, and he was beaten through in an instant.

His face was a little pale, this was the soul of the Holy Spirit!

All of them have the strength of the red-clothed ghosts, and he is also bold and ruthless in the night, and he dares to do anything! Stealing things under the nose of the great grandmaster, or stealing the things of the great grandmaster, ordinary people don't have the guts.

The night believes that this thing is definitely advanced, how can it not be something that has never been heard of in the study career of a necromancer for so many years?

He has been here for such a long time, and these holy souls have not dissipated, and they are by no means comparable to the remnant souls he summoned in the abyss of hell, and they should be able to stay for a long time!

Make the main soul of the oil-paper umbrella or sacrifice the slave of the ghost, an excellent material!

Even if he doesn't understand this thing, there is also the second master of his sewer, who is bold, starving to death and cowardly, if he is not bolder, how can he fight with the dim and dark real spring grass in front of him?

"Uncle Monroe, are the two of them tired?"

The dark night watched the two spring grasses sitting cross-legged on the ground, it was estimated that the amethyst had been drained, and there was a little too much blood, all of them were paralyzed on the ground, shaking their heads and blowing each other's beards and glaring and panting.

"This thousand-year-old magic of ghosts and vain techniques, it is estimated that few people in this continent can see through it except for saints.

The world is so big, there are really all kinds of magnificent and strange things, and my old beggar is also admired!" Monroe and Lingde sighed at the night, which was considered to be humble, admitting that they were inferior to others.

The night is also speechless, not to mention this illusory body technique, it is the illusory world of red-clothed ghosts and souls that have been cultivated for more than 200 years, he can't see through it, how can he see through this thousand-year-old ghost master's soul.

He also opened his eyes, even if he saw what a great grandmaster was, not to mention the female ghost master soul who transformed into spring grass before his death, that is, the old master of the light system in front of him, the light element in front of him, he couldn't stand it a little, and he didn't dare to get close to him at all.

I can only stay outside the bright place, and the closer I get, the closer I feel, the night I feel that my spiritual consciousness is dead, and I have the feeling of being evaporated by this violent light fighting qi.

"These two are also interesting!"

Looking at the movements of the two spring grasses in the dark night, he simply sneered, the amethyst was exhausted, the sea of spiritual consciousness was empty, and he did not wither, so he sat cross-legged and recited the "Book of the Dead".

He suddenly admired a little, he remembered that Chuncao said that even his teacher would not let him lose, all of them were in this situation, and he would continue to fight after meditating on his knees to recover his dead energy, and he would not admit defeat, this was great perseverance! He absolutely did not have this at night.

The rivers are swift and quiet, and the spirits that are guided can be crossed.

They are always sorrowful travelers,

.......

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

........

They may not be found, but they are still troubled even though they are dead......

Sitting on the ground in the dark, his eyes closed, his fingers still tapping on his legs, and muttering in his mouth: "Well! The Dead Country Rest Chapter! This article is not bad, and the non-murderous Dead Country Chapter still sounds very charming." ”

The dark night completely treats the two spring grass as singing small songs, he is the crowd who sits down to eat melons, and he is very good at listening to the spring grass singing, of course, the best singing without murderous spirit!

Melodious, melodious, beautiful, melodious melody, a rare natural sound in the world!

"Well, this Sage chapter is not bad, but the throat is a little sandy, and it is less ethereal....."

The people whom this scripture has revealed,

The Eternals have heard their chanting,

Travelers among them have revealed the truth to the earth!

..........

"Huh?"

In the dark night, he heard that there was actually a chant between the two spring grasses, and he stood up openly, and his eyes suddenly stared at the white sacrificial figure sitting cross-legged in the chanting.

At this time, Monroe and Lingde were also taken aback by the actions of the night, and when this scripture sounded, the voice of the spring grass singing the good and evil chapter of the "Book of the Dead" on the opposite side also stopped abruptly.

"Grass, how dare you chant in front of me in the night!"

In the dark night, a Death's Scythe Void appeared, and shot towards the spring grass that was chanting, and turned back to Monroe to listen to a look.

The old man Monroe and Lingde also understood it, and their eyes were all staring at it between these two real and false spring grasses, and in an instant, the purple fighting spirit was blooming, and the black cloth belt that was floating in front of him slapped towards the figure singing the chanting of the "Book of the Dead".

And the "spring grass" of this chanting was stunned, and the dark black cloth belt was close to the body, and this fake spring grass suddenly took off into the air, and the dead air on the side of the body was churning in an instant, and it was directly sudden, and it swung towards this terrifying cloth belt, and the dead air could not stop the black cloth belt at all, but only slowed down its coming.

A burst of golden characters flickered, diffusing in the air, beating this gloomy and dead air, and the black cloth band instantly passed through the rich dead air, and countless bright golden words directly covered the body of this thousand-year-old ghost.

"Junior, how can you tell it's you?" This female ghost didn't dare to touch the dark night cloth belt, moving left and right in the air, her figure was erratic, and she was a dry roar towards the night!

"Old witch! Zhen Chuncao never flashed his knife to him, and he could still chant the people standing in front of him.

What are you singing on the 500 pages of the Book of the Dead, but you just sing this! You can't live if you do your own evil!" "In the dark night, there are Monroe and Lingde, the grandmasters of the great powers, and the tone of his shouting is full of confidence, which is simply mocking at the ghosts.

I like to listen to Chuncao sing this chant in the dark night, of course, not to him, but to Yilai!

There is a problem with this spring grass, the "Book of the Dead" is 500 pages, and when you fight, you can pull out a random article and sing it, but never sing the chanting part.

Only the enemy who fell at his feet would sing a chant for this loser, and when he said that he liked to listen to this chant, he was actually provoking trouble!

The chant of Chuncao is sung by Chuncao, this scripture is completely about the most devout believers who spread faith to the god of death, who is the most devout believer in spreading faith in death?

Hell poets, of course!

And Chuncao is the poet of hell, and it can be said that Chuncao is completely stinky and shameless! Beat people down, sing this scripture and praise themselves by the way.

As soon as I heard that this terrible ghost dared to sing this scripture in the dark night, I immediately saw through it, Zhen Chuncao is a person who never admits defeat, and the enemy on the opposite side has not been really beaten down, how can such a shy character boast about himself shamelessly!

"Stinky beggar, I have no grudge against you, why is it difficult to do this with me?

Are you really relieved that the slave family's thousand-year-old penance has turned into dust like this?"

The lifeless air was turbulent, unable to stop the maggot-like black cloth belt of the tarsal bones, and the gloomy and lifeless air in the sky was all shocked by the light scriptures, and melted away as if the sky was seeing the sun.

The words of the light scriptures went towards the real body of the thousand-year-old ghost, and in less than a moment, it shrouded a small world, the white-clothed ghost struggled, without any use, and the body touched the golden scriptures, and in an instant, the body burst out with a rain of brilliant silver snow-colored flowers, floating on the earth.

It was all fragments of his own soul, and the ghost body of a thousand years of penance was even more dimmed by the Zhenguang scriptures, and he roared heart-rending rage towards Monroe and Lingde in this scripture cage.

"Old beggar, I have told you to turn back to the shore, but you don't want to follow me to the holy mountain to meditate and wash away the karma of thousands of years.

How can I not accept you?

Keep you, a bloody demon, and I don't know how many lives Qingqing has taken into this Eastern Desert North Mountain Range!"

The blood on the left hand of Monroe and Lingde was like a pillar, and the blood was surging wildly towards the high heavens, and the golden scriptures in the air were shining brightly, and Monroe's face was pale with a hint of unnatural flushing, and he screamed towards the true body of the powerful ghost in the scripture cage.

"You stinking garbage who talk about God's teachings all day long, and go to wash away a thousand years of sins?

How can the slave family's thousand-year-old penance be wasted like that, and your broken holy mountain is a pure land?

It's all a group of insects and snakes who sing justice in their mouths, and it's better to practice hardship in this deep mountain.

Still meditating for a thousand years? The slave family is estimated to have melted into dust early, and returned to the kingdom of God for your fart!"

The white-clothed ghost was another cry in the shrinking prison of the Light Scriptures.

"There is a pure land in the heart, where is the empty shore?

Where there is light and where there is darkness, if you are devoted to the light, how can you not cultivate the spirit of the gods?

Everyone in the world is delusional, where you are, and why do you care?

Old beggar, I'm asking you, would you like to go with me to the Bright Holy Mountain to wash away a thousand years of bad karma?"

Monroe and Lingde asked four questions in succession, and the dark night clearly felt that this bright old man had countless wrinkles on his face in an instant, and his body was even more rickety.

These few words were simply a loud shout, and he couldn't help but stare at the ghostly black cloth band on the scripture prison.

"The slave family washes the sin karma of your family's bright god's head, even if I have been cultivated for thousands of years and turned into dust, the slave family will not go to your so-called sacred place, the slave family is a ghost, and I want to go to the abyss hell, haha~~~"

There was a burst of crazy laughter, the space was dead, the light scriptures flickered, flickering brightly and darkly, and countless resentful souls wailed from the entire Senluo Ghost Domain, impacting the souls of the three thousand Holy Spirits nearby, and they were directly shattered.

Horror in the night!

The miserable green hand slapped his body in an instant, and a stable state-soul fixing spell was played, but it didn't stop the roar of the soul in the sky, and the blood was surging, and he didn't know how much he vomited, so he directly took out four or five tubes of magic potions from his mage robe and poured them into his blood-filled mouth.

"What joy is life, what is the pain of death, it's a pity that I have been lonely for a thousand years!"

Countless wild ghosts laughed in the Senluo Ghost Domain, stirring up the entire space of the dead.

"What a grudge and what a grudge!"

"What a grudge and what a grudge!"

.............

Countless voices reverberated in the space, and the night was infected by this breath of resentment, and the whole soul was filled with endless sorrow.

"Wow ghost!

Monroe and Lingde said softly, but he was greeted by the laughter of the woman in white.

"Give this person a farewell gift to the world, giggle~~"