The setting sun shrouded the pyramid in the middle of the crimson swamp in an eerie and terrifying red glow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking out of the pyramid doorway, there is a narrow corridor paved with earth-gray rock, the road looks old, and the wind and sand have been polished into a well-proportioned and rough stone surface.

The walls on both sides are full of esoteric and difficult ancient texts and sketches, Ma Xiaokang quietly looked at it, the earth rakshasa behind him did not break the idea of tranquility at this moment, in her opinion, the man in front of her became more and more mysterious, from the first time she met him to the present, just a few months, but let her feel like accompanying a centenarian through endless years.

- Ding!

Suddenly, the walls splashed with pitch-black liquid, which quickly and unguarded, and the moment they touched Ma Xiaokang, they solidified into pearl-like crystal balls, fell on the rock bricks and made this clattering sound, happily bouncing to the hem of his trousers, and falling into silence again.

"Can't help it?"

Ma Xiaokang carefully stroked the words on the wall, he knew that these were the treasures left by ancient civilizations - unfortunately, everything was about to cease to exist.

Above his head was a delicate, chilly black ice sculpture - a graveyard spider sent by the Pharaohs.

At the end of the corridor, suddenly a delicate figure walked in, graceful and veiled, "Whoever steps into the Holy Tower, die!" ”

Santa Tower? You viruses are quite literary, he secretly slandered, calmly watching this figure filled with the breath of death, the vast soul power penetrated the entire pyramid, and the vicious qi machine filled the air was all under his control.

"I said before I came in, king to king, you miscellaneous soldiers get out of here as soon as possible." Ma Xiaokang rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes cold and focused.

"You are not qualified to worship the Pharaoh!"

As soon as the words fell, the air around the necronomicon suddenly twisted into a transparent vortex like a liquid, and with a loud bang, a bright red male lion suddenly stood beside the necromancer, it let out a low roar, a hideous face extremely similar to a human face exuded a demonic feeling, and the white mist sprayed from the corners of the mouth made the air fluctuate into countless transparent distortions.

Sphinx? This thing...... So petite? He was a little stunned, the imaginary monster should not only have this body, but at least it should be very different from the pharaoh outside. However, the floating life suggests that this monster is actually only at the C-level level...... How is this different from the virus species that are all over the planet? Not a bargain to kill?

The necromancer didn't know what Ma Xiaokang was thinking, looking at his stunned expression, showing a look of disdain, it stroked the terrifying beasts around it, and whispered gently, as if a mother was comforting her child, "I don't want the Holy Tower to be stained with dirty blood, get out!" Her fingers played with the sphinx's red eyeshadow, and her voice was cold and eerie.

"Really......"

Ma Xiaokang shook his head slightly, flicked up his sleeves, and replied, "Holy Tower? In my opinion, this is no different from a mass grave. ”

Three huge black shadows suddenly filled the entire corridor, and under the trembling gaze of the necromancer and its fierce beast, the silver-flamed flame giant hand had already grabbed their necks fiercely-

……

In the burial hall at the end of the pyramid, it was difficult for sunlight to penetrate in, and the bronze lamps on the walls burned suddenly, as if countless infernal spirits had awakened and surrendered to the emaciated figure on the throne - the flickering light scattered on the stone wall, and the hall seemed to be strange, and in the area where the light could not shine, the throne seemed to hide a cold and demonic ghost.

Step, step-

Outside the tranquil lobby, the sound of steady footsteps spreads through the air, like a circle of ripples on the surface of a lake that has been hit by raindrops.

He calmly stared at the figure on the throne, his face a little solemn, and said, "It seems that your holy tower is not unbreakable. ”

On the throne, the girl's figure vaguely appeared in the dim shadows. She was dressed in a black robe, looking tattered, and wore a grimace mask pinned to her waist. Her face was extremely pale, but there was a faint grayish-blue color that looked like poisoning. She has big eyes and thick dark circles, which look like she has been plagued by sleep problems for many years.

"You shouldn't be here."

The faint voice, like a pool of black stagnant water, and the numb, empty expression on her face made the words sound less like they came from her mouth, but like a ghost hiding in the darkness.

"You're going to die."

There was a smell in the air, indescribable, like a strong fishy smell blowing from the swamp of death.

The gloomy soul spread like ripples, and it was a pervasive chill, like ice crystals in an ice cellar, indescribably weird. It penetrated into the vast soul power that had originally filled the tower, like corpse water that corroded all things, and it was tearing frantically.

Ma Xiaokang's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had fallen into a river of ice in an instant, and he looked at the figure on the throne that looked down on him indifferently, as if a pair of huge hands had invisibly reached into his chest and grabbed his stomach. He had a splitting headache, and a constant stream of high-frequency chirping sounds could come out of his head.

Oh!

The Alchemy Flame Demon suddenly rushed to the front of the throne, and the huge silver flame arm smashed down, but it was blocked by an invisible mighty force.

The pharaoh's slender body stood proudly in front of the fire demon, looking at it innocently with open eyes: "You want to die too? Her voice was calm, as if asking someone if they had eaten.

Hold back, I must ask the cause of the virus dust, otherwise the disaster will not end, he thought.

The vast soul power in his mind had already formed a heaven and earth, but at this moment, it was as tragic as the heavens and the earth were cracking. Ma Xiaokang could feel that a corner of his soul had been broken, and countless cold and negative souls poured in, which was very dangerous, and the collision of souls was already full of ignorance. The sore spot from his instinct was a clear admonition to mortal beings like this attack that directly invaded the soul core—but he didn't.

He didn't dare to bet on whether mortals would directly wipe out the Pharaoh. According to Fusheng, the virus dust revived the little girl and activated her soul that had been sleeping in the pyramids for tens of thousands of years. And mortal life is originally a kind of law, which will exhaust the soul and strength of the target, which is equivalent to forcibly taking everything from the pharaoh, she is originally a dead thing, and mortal life is too deadly for her.

"It seems that you are indeed not like the pharaohs with all fours outside," he held his breath and tried to keep a smile as the pressure from the sky pressed down like a mountain and a river, "You swallowed all their souls into your body?" ”

He didn't expect the Pharaoh's soul to be so strong. In front of her, the vast soul power that she was proud of was like a star field meeting the entire universe, this was not a level battle at all!

"Annexation? They? ”

The little girl tilted her head, shrunk her feet, hugged her knees, and her whole body was small, sunk in the space of the armrest of the chair, she dragged her round little face, and swept her gaze from the figures in the lobby one by one with its big smart eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people.

"Filthy soul, I don't want it. But your soul ...... I'm going to. (To be continued.) )