Anubis, the guide and guardian of the spirits of the dead in Egyptian mythology, is in charge of and guards the souls of the dead. He was mainly responsible for weighing the scales of judgment, that is, placing Locke's feathers on one side of the scale, and the heart of the deceased on the other side, if the heart was equal to the weight of the feather, then the person could ascend to heaven and live forever with the gods, if the heart was heavier than the feather, the person would be guilty, and he would be sent to hell and eaten by the devil.

And now what appeared in front of Zhang Xin was the legendary Judgment Scale, his heart was put aside, and on the other side was Locke's feathers slowly floating down. If, according to legend, Zhang Xin's heart weighs as much as a feather, then he will ascend to heaven, and if his heart weighs more than a feather, then he will fall into hell.

Zhang Xin had also heard the legend of Anubis, but he was curious to know how this projection of Anubis led him to hell, or the underworld he was in charge of.

Locke's feathers floated down gently, looking extremely slow, but it was fast and fast ** to the scale of judgment, after some swaying, the balance slowly fell to the side of Zhang Xin's heart, which showed that Zhang Xin was guilty, and he would be sent to hell.

"Wicked man, you are guilty, and you will be judged by me, and your soul will go to hell."

Not out of Zhang Xin's expectations, the Grim Reaper said these words with a swing of the scepter, and at the same time, Zhang Xin felt that the divine power in his heart exploded violently, as violent and unstoppable as a violent wind.

Anubis's trial was actually like this, he took out Zhang Xin's heart, and then tried and killed, which was unexpected, and once ordinary people lose their hearts, where is there any possibility of survival, let alone the energy explosion later.

However, Zhang Xin is not an ordinary person, maybe Zhang Xin can't escape the trial of Anubis, the real god of death, but this is just a projection, and his trial Zhang Xin can still endure.

The divine power was irresistibly wreaking havoc on Zhang Xin's body at first, but Zhang Xin, who had the blood god immortal body, even if he lost his heart, it was not a big deal, and the divine power of the god of death was unimaginably stubbornly blocked on him, and the blood energy was almost in a desperate posture, frantically consuming with the divine power.

Maybe the divine power is much higher in quality, and one divine power can offset a hundred or even a thousand parts of blood energy, but this is in Zhang Xin's body, this is his home field, and blood energy and other energy are endless.

Soon, the divine power of this god of death was exhausted, and Zhang Xin's body was so badly damaged that he was almost crippled. Fortunately, he is a person with a blood god immortal body, if he is replaced by another person, he will definitely die and cannot die again.

"Wicked man, go to hell!" The projection of Anubis, the god of death, shouted, and the scepter in his hand pointed at Zhang Xin, and at the same time, a black vortex immediately formed around Zhang Xin.

After this blow, Anubiston, the god of death in the air, vanished, he was only a projection and had no intelligence, and once a person's soul was attacked, he would appear and judge the attack.

After doing this set, the phantom of Anubis will disappear, because he has no wisdom and will not fight with Zhang Xin, it is just a manifestation of the rules, and the real Anubis of death does not know where it is.

Besides, Zhang Xin, the moment the black vortex appeared, he felt a cold and evil aura emanating from it, thinking that it should be the breath of hell.

However, this hell vortex wants to pull Zhang Xin's soul into hell with a premise, and this premise is that his physical body has been wiped out by the projection left by Anubis, the god of death, and only the soul is left here, so that Zhang Xin will fall into hell.

But now Zhang Xin is staying here, his physical body is still there, and his soul is still dependent, naturally, no matter how fast the whirlpool of hell turns, it can't pull Zhang Xin's soul into hell.

Zhang Xin only felt that his eyes were blackened for a while, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and the figure of the devil appeared in front of him from time to time, which was an illusion from hell.

Fortunately, Zhang Xin has a physical body, and the suction of the hell vortex only makes Zhang Xin's soul shake, and various illusions appear in front of him, but then there is nothing.

Soon, the hell vortex disappeared out of thin air, it could not last forever, the energy left by the projection of Anubis of death was only enough for him to rotate for a while, and Zhang Xin also escaped from the crisis.

However, for the time being, the influence of the hell vortex on Zhang Xin has not been eliminated, he still feels that everything between heaven and earth is shaking, and as a last resort, he can only close his eyes, gasp a few times, and slowly recover.

Soon, Zhang Xin felt much better, but this time the hell whirlpool also injured him a lot, and his mental strength was half exhausted, which can be said to be something that has never happened before.

Suddenly, Zhang Xin felt a tingling itch on his feet, he looked down, only to find that wisps of black energy were eroding his body, and now it had eroded inside, and even the bones were clearly visible.

Just now, the hell vortex connected to hell, leaking some hellish breath, which was contaminated with Zhang Xin's body, hell is such an evil place, the breath of hell is naturally very bad, Zhang Xin has already felt a cold and evil feeling under his feet.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xin naturally couldn't let it go on like this, and the little energy on his body surged towards his legs again, and the breath of hell was consumed.

The breath of hell is still a lot worse than the divine power of Anubis, but it also makes Zhang Xin worse, in order to heal the body to offset the energy, now Zhang Xin's energy is less than fifty percent of the heyday, and his face has become pale, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness.

"Ahh My head hurts. The curator slowly straightened up from the ground and said as he rubbed his head.

Zhang Xin's spiritual attack didn't kill him just now, because Anubis, the god of death, protected the soul, and then Anubis appeared, he didn't have Zhang Xin's strength, and the power of the god immediately made him faint, and he didn't wake up until now.

Zhang Xin frowned, a deep color appeared inexplicably in his eyes, and he looked at the curator who had just woken up.

"You didn't see anything, you just accidentally fell asleep and forgot everything."

The curator's eyes were confused for a while, and then he came to his senses, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm old and asleep, but I heard that you're going to Hamna Tower, the legendary city of the dead." ”

"Yes, I love the treasure inside." Zhang Xin replied.

Anubis, the god of death, only protects the soul from harm, and hypnosis is not harmful, but only confused. It will not be counterattacked by Anubis, the god of death.

"Listen to me, honorable guest, the Tower of Hamna does not exist at all, it is nothing more than a myth of the ancient Arabs coaxing Greek tourists, but many people believe it and want to find it, but without exception, they all fail."

The curator forgot the memory just now and persuaded Zhang Xin again, hoping to dispel the idea of going to Hamna Tower, but how could Zhang Xin be a person who could be easily persuaded!

"My business has nothing to do with you, whether I want to find Hamnata or not has nothing to do with you, if you want to persuade me, you better go back quickly!" Zhang Xin was in the mood to pay attention to this curator, it was already a blessing not to kill him, so he spit out a few words unceremoniously, hoping to send him away as soon as possible.

"Humph! You're going to regret it. The curator's face sank, and then he walked downstairs angrily.

Zhang Xin would take his threatening words to heart, and while slowly waiting for his body to recover on its own, he continued to study the black slate.

"Found it, it's this book, he used it to teach children in ancient Egypt, just in time to help you." It didn't take long for Eve to find Zhang Xin, and at the same time, she walked towards Zhang Xin with an excited look on her face.

"What's wrong with you, are you sick? Why is the face so pale. Eve asked a little strangely when she saw Zhang Xin's pale face that she couldn't hide at all, obviously she had just left for a while, but Zhang Xin seemed to be a different person.

"I'm fine, you should continue to teach me ancient Egyptian characters!" Zhang Xin couldn't explain the changes in himself, and he didn't intend to explain either, just lightly covering up the past.

"Alright! You see this text that looks like a bird and a stork, he means evil, and the accent is" Eve quickly put Zhang Xin's matter behind her, and then taught Zhang Xin hand in hand.

For more than an hour, Zhang Xin learned all this, and Eve was full of praise for his memory, and even envied him.

After learning most of the ancient Egyptian characters, Zhang Xin did not stop his study, but continued to speak to Eve. "I also want to know some Egyptian myths, such as the god of death, Anubis, and I want to know his story specifically."

"Anubis, the god of death? The god who rules the underworld, why would you want to know about him? Eve asked strangely, she had never seen such a studious person, and she even wanted to accept Zhang Xin as a disciple.

Zhang Xin naturally couldn't say that he knew himself and his opponent, and he won every battle, so he rolled his eyes and said the reasons he had used again.

"You know, I've always loved Egypt as a country, and I'm fascinated by their history and would love to know a little bit more."

"Alright! I've never seen such a studious person as you, and I can't teach you this time, the accounts about them are all there, and the library, you can find them there. Eve said with a frown.

"Thank you! Miss Eve. Zhang Xin's spiritual power swept over there, and then walked towards there, where he could absorb the knowledge he wanted, the knowledge about the Egyptian gods.