"You're dead." Zhang Ye's tone fluctuated slightly, because he didn't know Ancarlo's specific abilities.

Could he have a way to summon the souls of the dead to the world?

Looking at Xiang Yang who was walking slowly in front of him, Zhang Ye had a lot of questions in his heart, and the other party was obviously the same.

"That's right, and you're not too surprised, I think we can continue to talk about it this way, I have a lot of questions for you." Xiang Yang showed his signature gentle smile.

But Zhang Ye was not in the mood to talk, he raised his original sword, pointed directly at the yang with the tip of the sword, and asked: "Prove your identity, otherwise you will be made by the king of the realm." ”

"How do you want me to prove it? What kind of identity do you want to prove? Ancarlo? Sunny? Or the king of the realm? Xiang Yang's tone was still very soft, and there was no change because of Zhang Ye's attack intention.

"Don't play tricks and tell me who you really are!" Zhang Ye's patience, which was almost exhausted because of Ancarlo, is now even less.

Xiang Yang seemed to be intending to appease Zhang Ye's emotions, so he spread his hands and said, "As you wish." ”

As soon as his voice fell, a green light lit up, and in that miserable green light, Xiang Yang's body quickly blurred until it became a semi-material existence, and the clothes and wounds on his body were exactly the same as when Zhang Ye killed him with a sword, Zhang Ye also used the "Source Eye" to carefully observe, and it was only at this time that he "saw" Xiang Yang's soul.

It turned out to be really Xiangyang.

"He really has a way of summoning the revenant, where is he? What are you looking for for? Zhang Ye looked around as he spoke, and the original sword in his hand always pointed at the sun of the revenant body.

"You don't have to worry about what I'm going to do, I did hate you during the time I just died, but at the same time I discovered an incredible world where I could do a lot more than I could do in the Blood River plane, and I could give more to humanity than I could do." Xiangyang, as always, "puts the interests of mankind first." ”。

"I'm not worried about what you're going to do at all, if necessary, I can kill you again, now tell me where he is!" Zhang Ye couldn't find Ancarlo, which made him more and more anxious.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ye tried his best to force himself to calm down, and he realized that if he continued like that, there would definitely be some problems or some important details overlooked.

Xiang Yang naturally also noticed Zhang Ye's impatience, but he had no intention of provoking Zhang Ye, so he said straight to the point: "He is here, he has always been there, but you have a firm belief and goal in your heart, and you are not dead, so you can't find nothingness and you are full of doubts, which is why he found me." ”

He then added, "I can help you cleanse his soul of the contamination, and you can trust me and Ancarlo, who can only control himself here." ”

"Unless I speak to Ancarlo myself and make sure he's not controlled now, don't even think I'll trust you." Zhang Ye knew that Xiang Yang had always been good at intrigue and trickery, and he was also good at letting others not know what he was planning.

Therefore, in the face of people like Xiang Yang, the best way is not to trust him, and to always be vigilant when you have to cooperate, and not to be led by his nose.

Xiang Yang pinched his chin when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he suddenly nodded and smiled gently, and said, "Just use the runes on your sword." ”

Zhang Ye glanced at the death rune on the sword's body, and then looked at Xiang Yang with a puzzled expression.

"Please carefully perceive the death contained in the rune, and always remain calm, so that it is possible to establish a connection with the void through death, and then you can naturally see him." Xiang Yang's tone and gaze have never changed, making it impossible to guess what he thinks.

Although Zhang Ye did not doubt the method proposed by Xiang Yang, he still had to make some preparations first.

For example, Xiang Yang was locked up in a colorful cage, Xiang Yang did not have any resistance to this, and let the person who killed him put himself in the cage again.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ye injected twenty quantities of wood vitality into the magic armor, causing the magic armor to have a green light that continued to flow.

After preparing for the accident, Zhang Ye put the original sword in front of his chest, held the hilt of the sword in one hand, lifted the tip of the sword in the other and closed his eyes, using his mental power to penetrate the Death Rune and perceive it carefully, and at the same time soothe his emotions with Wood Yuan Qi to enter a state of calm.

At first, Zhang Ye could only feel a sense of crisis, because everything in the Death Rune seemed to tear him apart, but he couldn't touch himself, which was nothing, after all, Death Nick had carved those runes specifically for Zhang Ye.

But once this happens, it becomes extremely difficult for Zhang Ye to deeply perceive the power of death, because although the power in the Death Rune will not harm him and will be used by him, it is repulsive to him.

However, Zhang Ye has his own method, he transforms the telekinesis used for perception into "walls", and uses these walls to divide the power of death into individual individuals, and then temporarily reduce their power.

In this way, Zhang Ye found that the power of death that was divided into multiple parts, its repulsion and desire to tear were no longer strong, but tended to be in a state of "sleep", which allowed Zhang Ye to establish a connection between his consciousness and his body that would regularly pull back consciousness, and smoothly go deep into it......

Chaos, what Zhang Ye felt at first was boundless chaos, and all kinds of negative emotions surged up and tormented Zhang Ye's soul!

But the chaos soon passed, like watching a sharp blade from the back stab in one's chest, horror, resistance, fear, then despair and unwillingness, and then endless darkness.

And in that darkness, Zhang Ye felt the cold, cold to the bones, as if even his soul was trembling violently.

In the cold that froze to the bone, Zhang Ye was like a person standing on the boundless snowfield, without any destination, lonely and helpless, empty and lonely, he looked around blankly, as if he thought that he would never go to the edge, and he would never see anyone other than himself.

Gradually, Zhang Ye felt that his sense of existence was passing rapidly, and he even couldn't feel himself more and more, and he couldn't feel the meaning of his existence, and at this time, an inexplicable force touched him.

A power that clearly exists, even in front of him, and thinks that it does not exist from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Ye looked at it with empty eyes, and it embraced Zhang Ye and pulled him back to reality!

Suddenly opened his eyes, Zhang Ye gasped violently, all kinds of emotions, as well as goals, consciousness, and perception, returned to Zhang Ye's arms one after another, and he also saw the old man in front of him who was looking at the colorful cage.

He noticed Zhang Ye's gaze, and he, with silver white hair, a black tuxedo and a silver civilization stick, turned around and looked at Zhang Ye seriously and appreciatively.

"Are you ......" Zhang Ye looked at the old man in front of him, and he always had a sense of déjà vu, which looked very familiar.

"You've been looking for me, and now I'm standing in front of you." As soon as the old man saw that Zhang Ye had recovered quickly, the expression of appreciation in his eyes became even stronger. (To be continued.) )