"Lighting?"

"If you carry an ordinary lantern into the wilderness and are targeted by demon spirits, you will be sucked dry of blood and gnaw flesh and blood, which... It's still the most comfortable way to die.

But if you carry the Demon Soul Lamp, then you can dispel the Demon Soul and step into the wilderness, coming and going as you please.

Moreover, when you put the Demon Lamp down, the area illuminated by the light will form a circle, and in this array, your power will be unimaginably enhanced.

The more souls you have, the greater the increase.

It is even possible to gain all kinds of wonderful powers, which come from the demon soul in your lamp. ”

Xia Guang asked, "Are there any different types of these demon souls?"

The bearded man replied, "Of course, but the wonderful power of the record is to make up a book, which I have heard, but I am not qualified to consult." ”

Xia Guang digested what he said, and then asked, "Do you know anything else?"

The bearded man was startled, hiding the resentment and resentment in his eyes, and knelt down suddenly: "Big brother... Spare me!"

Xia Guang shook his head: "I'm sorry, if I spare you, he won't rest in peace." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to his heart, and then said, "Decide it yourself." ”

The bearded man was a little puzzled, this slave boy was shrouded in a mystery, what did he mean by "will not rest in peace" at this moment?

Who is this "he"?

Naturally, he didn't understand the existence of the crossing.

But this did not prevent him from continuing to beg for mercy: "Big brother, I... I have a map of the treasure of Wangxiangtai, and I was going to go by myself after becoming a Demon Soul Master.

Now I'm leaving it to you, hoping to give me a dog's life.

Located in the depths of a mysterious wilderness, Wangxiangdai is said to hold a great secret.

If I don't tell me about this treasure map, even if you kill me, you won't be able to find where it is!"

Xia Guang closed his eyes, and he heard some footsteps in the wilderness outside the tent, obviously the stunned slaves had woken up leisurely.

The young man said gently: "I promise you, I will do what I say." ”

The bearded man had no other choice, he counted them on the ground one by one, as if measuring the distance, and then reached out somewhere and began to dig until his fingers returned to the cold, hard touch.

He snorted coldly in his heart, but turned his back to the young man, and this expression could not be detected at all.

What is hidden in this box is not a treasure map of Wangxiangtai at all.

But...

The Jedi that leads to death is the place of death known as the Soul Lamp Graveyard, and no matter how magical this boy is, he will definitely die.

He thought in his mind, but the movement of his hand was not slow, and he took out a small iron box from the soil.

Xia Guang took it, patted the soil on the box, and then opened it.

Inside the box is a simple ivory-white scroll of paintings, bound with a twisted thick black rope in the middle.

Xia Guang didn't look at it, closed the box, held it in his hand at will, and then walked out of the tent.

Outside the curtain, it's still eternal night.

And he's going to light the soul lamp.

"Mo Fan, what's going on?

The girl's voice came, Xia Guang looked through the faint light of the wilderness lantern, it was a little girl with yellow face and thin muscles, her name was Jing Jue, and she was not friendly enough to her body before, so she said: "He is injured, in the tent." ”

After saying that, he walked alone into the darkness in the distance.

After that, he didn't care whether the slave girl and the rest of the remaining slaves went to the tent to kill the bearded, or lost both, or ran away.

"Mo Fan, what are you holding in your hand?"

A tall slave boy suddenly came running with a questioning tone.

But Xia Guang just walked forward, he took out the "treasure map" from the iron box and put it in his arms, holding the dark gold soul-attracting lamp in his palm, and walked in the wilderness without light.

The tall slave and Jing Jue looked at each other, just to chase after him, but when he saw the young man walking farther and farther, he stopped, was he enchanted?

"Don't worry, he's a coward, he doesn't dare to go over. ”

Jing Jue remembered how frightened he was when he peed his pants before.

"He just seemed to have come out of the tent, maybe... We could grab him and figure out what's going on in that tent. ”

And the remnants of the slaves gathered around.

The tall slave said, "Jing Jue, what now?"

The yellow-faced and thin-skinned girl mused, "Nine times out of ten, the bearded man is wounded, and we are in the dark, and the tent is bright, so we take our weapons and go in and kill him."

Only with the food in the tent can we continue to escape. ”

A chubby teenager sighed: "Run, where can we escape?"

Jing Jue looked into the distance and said quietly: "Rebel army." ”

"I'm going to pull that coward back, one more person and one more strength. ”

The tall slave suddenly made up his mind, shouting, and chased after the young man's back.

However, in the darkness of the eternal night, the cold wind blowing down the long grass blew the lanterns up, the candles tumbled, and the flames shook and then went out.

Jing Jue said: "Don't chase him, he doesn't seem to be normal, there are some dirty things in the wilderness, let's hurry to the tent, and then act at the opportunity." ”

As he spoke, there were about five or six awakened slaves in this line, who were prostrate on the wilderness, picking up weapons such as sharp stones and groping for the only source of light.

After taking two steps, I suddenly felt a glow behind me.

When the slaves turned around, they saw the boy who had walked alone into the wilderness, wrapped in color.

"He's dead. ”

"I really don't know what he's thinking!"

"Maybe it's crazy, Mo Fan is very cowardly, a coward who can't afford anything, maybe death is the best choice for him. ”

After a brief conversation, the slaves continued their way to the triangular tent.

But...

The colors behind him are still lit up.

It is like the light that burns the sky, bright and dazzling.

Jing Jue suddenly remembered the myths and stories that everyone was discussing in the slave market.

Once upon a time, there was a big burning fireball in this sky, which could bring light to this world, but one day the Haotian God Emperor fell asleep, and the fireball was devoured by a monster named the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of Naxi was born extremely beautiful, with a beautiful face, but with a leopard's tail and tiger teeth, and her hair was like a flying fluff...

Now that she felt the light in the distance, she seemed to have seen the mythical fireball, and she couldn't help but look back in surprise.

The rest of the slaves also turned back together.

They saw a scene they would never forget.

The young man, whom they had become cowards and madmen, was surrounded by a colourful sheen like a burning flame, and he carried a lamp in his hand, which seemed to contain the mythical ball of fire.

In the vast wilderness and in the eternal night, he continued to walk, and everywhere he went, there was a bright light that could illuminate a thousand meters.

And he went further and further.

As far away as the slaves were once again abandoned in the darkness, and could only see the boy as the center of the world, sailing in the light, holding the right to light in the eternal night, and having the right to step in the wilderness.

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