The blade of the sword was cold, like a dragon stabbing out, but there was no expected blood splash.

"Ridiculous! Damn it! Hahahaha!! ”

Holding the heavy hilt of the sword, Wang Chen raised his head and laughed wildly, he was like a madman, he shook the sword, covered his stomach and lay down on the bed and laughed wildly, the violent laughter echoed throughout the small room, and for a while, the dim room became more and more weird.

At that moment, he did think of death, and the sword that stabbed him in the chest almost hit, but at the critical moment, he suddenly changed his mind and turned the tip of the sword......

Because he vaguely saw that on the arm with the cuffs rolled up, the lightning and lightning thunder mark was slowly jumping, which was a life-saving means given to him by the cyclops Argus, which not only contained the energy of killing the lower gods in seconds, but also mixed with a trace of the breath of the super gods.

If he was expelled from the reincarnation space, how could he leave such a strong force? If he was expelled from the reincarnation space, how could he not know anything?

With the blue light shining, Wang Chen's mind became clearer and clearer, and he gradually remembered those things that he had not subconsciously thought about just now.

Just now, he was still at the bottom of the River Styx, and Liu Bin and himself dived into the bottom of the river to find the legendary cup of mourning of the undead...... And he just arrived at the bottom of the lake, but he was coincidentally expelled directly from the reincarnation space......

The answer is obvious.

Wang Chen stopped smiling, his expression returned to calm, he got up from the bed and held the Han Sword in his hand, his eyes looked out of the window, his dark pupils were distant and deep.

"Ridiculous soul illusions."

He waved his hand without warning, his lips moved lightly, and suddenly, the noisy sound in the square outside the house stopped, and even the whole room was peeled like burning ashes, and in silence, it gradually turned into pieces of gray and black dust and disappeared into the air, and the smoky atmosphere was like the inferior special effects used in the TV series, which made people dizzy to watch.

The dust dissipated, and the whole world was only gray and black mist, Wang Chen stood in it, but the black Han sword he held in his hand did not disappear, it still shone with a trace of cold light, like the only star in the whole world.

"Interesting, isn't it? I use my memory to embody the weakest scene in my heart, in a vain attempt to make me lose forever in this Styx Styx...... This river of hatred! ”

Wang Chen's face was expressionless, and he walked towards the mist step by step with the Han sword, and said to himself: "If I guessed correctly, if I really committed suicide just now, I'm afraid I will have to be accompanied by those skeletons in the sea of bones...... Suicidal thoughts arise. ”

The fog gradually dissipated, and in the haze, there was a small figure floating in the air, its wings vibrating slightly, driving away the fog around it, and it was 'Luo Ling'.

"Enough! Don't look like this! Wang Chen frowned, clenched his Han sword and said: "The real Luo Ling will not be like you, although her mouth is more poisonous, but every word is said to relieve my emotions, and she will not do it if you hint at pressure." Even if she desperately wants to return to the reincarnation space, it is impossible for me to try to commit suicide, after all, she is my auxiliary elf, with my memory and personality, and I trust her! It's like trusting myself! ”

Wang Chen said as he slowly walked forward with his sword in his hand, his figure gradually distorted, and the crimson and dark armor of the evil god loomed around him, followed by the pair of black gloves on his hands, and the Spartan soul on his neck......

'Luo Ling' looked sluggish and stayed in mid-air, her slender body, slowly twisted in Wang Chen's approach, and finally turned into a gray and black whirlpool, this channel full of dead air, suddenly emerged countless crazy resentful spirits soaked in the water of the River Styx, as soon as they appeared, they rushed towards Wang Chen, let out a sharp roar, like a dark cloud descending to completely envelop Wang Chen.

Being surrounded by countless hideous-looking resentful spirits, Wang Chen was still indifferent, he didn't even look at those resentful spirits, and took firm steps to continue walking towards the whirlpool.

A resentful spirit floated in front of Wang Chen, looking very painful, and roared with a distorted expression: "Why don't you continue to grieve!" Isn't the loss of strength and the death of a friend worth grieving? Don't think it's an illusion! Sooner or later, you will be more miserable! ”

Wang Chen was unmoved, raised the Han sword in his hand, and in a flash, the resentful spirit in front of him turned into gray mist and dispersed.

Immediately afterward, another resentful spirit floated in, and he smirked and said hoarsely, "Why don't you continue to hate?" The abominable space of reincarnation, he is trying in vain to take everything from you! Don't you want to trample it under your feet? Are you just at the mercy of it? Do you want to make today's illusion a reality? Hate it! Hatred will give you strength......"

Wang Chen frowned, and raised the Han sword again, the blade was still sharp.

As always, it was another resentful spirit, with a hideous face, Wang Chen didn't even give him a chance to speak, and directly swung his sword to cut it off. Just keep walking, keep meeting the resentful spirit, obviously he is less than a stone's throw away from the gray passage, but he can't walk like a thousand miles away, he can only walk two steps and meet a resentful spirit, and repeat it infinitely.

I don't know how long later, when another resentful spirit appeared in front of him, Wang Chen picked at the corners of his eyes, and his patience finally reached the limit, he stopped, stuck his sword between his feet, and asked with the anger in his heart: "You guys, what do you want?" ”

A resentful spirit sprang out: "I want you to grieve. ”

"No, I want you to hate." Out of the black mist came another wraiful, and he roared fiercely.

"No, you should regret it!"

…… In the black mist, countless resentful spirits popped up, and the sound of quarrels was endless, each of them had a slightly different expression, although they were all very hideous, but some were slightly sad, some were arrogant, and some were crazy and bloodthirsty......

"Enough, pathetic vision, pathetic wraith." Wang Chen looked at these various types of resentful spirits, it was obvious that they were the souls who hated the 'immortal' in the river, to put it bluntly, the reason why the so-called Styx can live without a source and flow endlessly is precisely because it itself is composed of souls, and it is composed of these crazy resentful spirits...... Constitute a curse that even the Godhead can infect.

Seeing these resentful spirits, Wang Chen finally understood what Liu Bin meant by touching with his soul, the sword in his hand still existed after the entire disappearance of this illusion, all of which verified its specialness.

This 'sword' is what Wang Chen found...... The Cup of Mourning for the Dead.

"Come in!"

Raising the Han sword high, Wang Chen let out a low roar, and suddenly the silver-white sword body turned gray and black, and a thick fog erupted from it, instantly enveloping the countless resentful spirits present, and under the sweep, the boundless black mist was sucked into the sword body.

The resentful spirit disappeared, the black mist dissipated, only Wang Chen stood in the void with the gray and black Han sword, he gently stroked the lifeless sword body, and his heart was full of emotion.

As the saying goes, death is also by it, life is also by it, this Han sword is a prop designed by the resentful spirits in the fantasy world to make Wang Chen commit suicide, but life and death are two sides, this prop that made him commit suicide is exactly what Wang Chen's soul touches in his heart...... Grief of the Dead!

Slowly rubbing the Han sword, a teardrop fell on it, Wang Chen tilted his head, and forcibly endured the irrepressible emotions in his heart.

"I'm sorry, old man. You've been with me for eight years, but I can't take you to that place, and I want you to send me ......"

This is what he said to Han Jian in the illusion...... Now, if that's the case, it's really given me a ride......

And where is my real 'old fellow'? In the real world, I'm afraid there is a layer of dust in the hut, right?

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wang Chen clenched the Han sword and stabbed it into the void, and suddenly, the entire heaven and earth shook as if collapsing, countless gray-black cracks filled the pitch-black space, and the black light flashed, Wang Chen once again found that his eyes were gray and black, and his whole body was soaked in the cold dark water.

This is the Lake of Styx, and he came back unharmed, the only difference is that he has an extra gray and black Han sword and scabbard in his hand.

Wang Chen was silent and closed the Han sword back into its scabbard, which was the purpose of his trip, the mourning cup of the undead, but to his surprise, the mourning cup containing the water of the Styx was not a cup, but a sword, an ordinary Han sword.

Actually, if you think about it, it's not surprising, it's just a container, and the shape is only formed by the human heart.

And Wang Chen's heart is this sword...... To be precise, it is a double-edged two-handed sword, with a pitch-black scabbard wrapped around the cold blade.

"Wang Chen! You big bastard, why did you come up?! It's been an hour! ”

As soon as she landed on the shore, Tang Meng jumped over, her pink face pouted, first looked up and down at Wang Chen, who was drenched and pale, and then looked at the lake of the River Styx, which was calm.

"What about the dagger man? Why didn't he come up? ”

"That's right, Liu Bin!" Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, remembering Fang Cai's thrilling soul illusion, he hurriedly put the Han Sword on the shore of the lake, mobilized the dark energy and hurriedly jumped into the River Styx, but after he went down, he was blinded, how to find someone in the gray and black? He couldn't even see his own arm, let alone search and rescue Liu Bin.

After a while in the River Styx, Wang Chen's dark energy also bottomed out, and he had no choice but to climb onto the river bank again.

Tang Meng saw Wang Chen lying wet on the shore of the lake panting, but still didn't see Liu Bin's figure, and couldn't help but be surprised: "That dagger man shouldn't be ......?"

"There's no way he's going to die." Wang Chen said firmly, although it was not clear, Liu Bin's physique was obviously very suitable for the underworld and the Styx, and it could be seen from his defenseless touch of the water of the Styx that his bloodline should be related to the underworld or the undead. And since he dared to come here, he must have a lot of certainty.

So, he couldn't have died so simply.