"Poison Soul Pill, an elixir that can inflict continuous damage on you. Music-Text"

Shen Zong said with a flat expression, as if he was talking about something that was nothing more ordinary.

He smiled slightly: "Are you still sleepy now?"

People who are dying and can still sleep peacefully.

In this world, almost non-existent.

Even if it is a phantom that has been erased from memory, it is no exception.

"Master, you ......"

The phantom coughed a few times in a row, his little face flushed, and he wanted to spit out the pill several times.

"It's useless. ”

Shen Zong smiled indifferently and waved his hand.

"This is the peak pill of Huang Pin, it melts in your mouth, I'm afraid that the breath of this poisonous soul pill has spread in your body, have you felt that your chest is a little blocked, your breathing is a little faster, and your hands and feet are starting to be a little paralyzed?"

"That's true. ”

The phantom's heart sank, and he looked at Shen Zong with some fear.

"That's right, in a few moments, the poison gas will reach your heart and make you limp. ”

"Master, what have I done wrong, and you want to do this to me? If it is because I have eaten so much dinner tonight, you can punish me, I promise, I will not do it again in the future. Later...... Eat three bowls at most, no, four bowls of rice. ”

"You ......"

Shen Zong was stunned for a moment, looking like he hated iron but not steel, and looked helplessly at this phantom.

When was it, she was still thinking about eating.

Could it be that at the dinner table, she didn't listen to a word of what they were discussing about my martial soul battlefield?

"The antidote is here. ”

Shen Zong's words, simple and powerful, held a pill high in his hand.

The phantom face was happy, and he jumped on the spot a few times, but he couldn't catch it: "Master, give it to me, I know, you are just scaring me." ”

"Who said it was just to scare you?"

Shen Zong's tone gradually became cold, and he looked straight at the phantom.

"Listen up, Phantom. Tomorrow is the registration of the Martial Spirit Battlefield, there are a few words, you must remember for me, there are a few things, you must learn for me. Otherwise, tomorrow night, you'll be festering all over, spilling black blood, and dying of an explosion!"

......

It's late at night.

Shen Zong slept on the big bed, listening to the small sobs coming from the next room, and there were all kinds of complicated meanings in his heart.

The gap between this phantom and his imagination is too big!

I used the Soul Cleansing Pill to wash away the memories on this phantom, was this step really wrong?

However, in his previous life, he already hated being betrayed, and no matter what, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

He lay on the bed, held up a brilliant pendant, took a deep breath, and his thoughts gradually drifted away, as if he had returned to the time in the Xuanwu Continent.

"Jialan, if it were you, what would you do?"

He grabbed the pendant with black light all over his body, this was the last token that Jia Lan left to him, and it was also the only evidence that proved that he had the experience of this life in the Xuanwu Continent.

"Also, Ye Zifeng, Lin Delirium. Are you doing well......"

The deep sleepiness, like a spring, struck towards Shen Zong.

In a hazy sleep, he felt his soul float and fly higher in the sky......

Above the shining sky of the galaxy, there seemed to be a strange celestial diagram, guiding the way back to the Xuanwu Continent.

......

Early the next morning, the Martial Spirit Hall.

On the day of registration, it was also the day of grouping, and the front and back of the hall were already crowded with people, most of whom were senior brothers and sisters who came to see the newcomers.

A fat Heavenly Gate attendant urged everyone: "Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"On the battlefield of martial arts, if you were so procrastinating, you would have died a long time ago, you know?"

This month, Tianmen recruited a total of five people, plus the people from the previous months, there were also half a room of people.

The Martial Spirit Battlefield is open once every six months, and this month is the last one in half a year.

"Come, you take a look at your invitation, there is a small print underneath, the people who say "three", all of them have just passed the entrance test this month, and they all come to my side, as for the rest, they are on standby for the time being. ”

As the fat guard spoke, Murong Old Ghost Qin Wanyue and the others began to say goodbye to Shen Zong.

Who knows, after entering the martial soul battlefield, what will happen.

"Shen Zong, be careful alone. Qin Wanyue saw that Shen Zong was about to be alone, her beautiful eyes were shining, and she couldn't stop staring at Shen Zong.

Shen Zong showed a relieved smile and nodded: "Don't worry, Wanyue, this is just a registration, it's not yet the official start, and it's too early to worry about me now." ”

Qin Wanyue thought about it, smiled and left.

Seeing Qin Wanyue leave, Shen Zong began to observe the people around him boredly.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, it depends on the rules of the martial soul battlefield, in the end.

"Master, it seems that we are so lucky, just in time for this martial soul battlefield. The phantom listened to the whispered discussion of the person next to him, and couldn't help but turn around, and a bright smile appeared in the sweet dimples.

After Shen Zong's education last night, she has grown a little, at least, she has paid a lot of attention to the affairs of this martial soul battlefield.

"Where can we call it lucky, we are the last one, which means that the strength of our group is the worst. ”

Shen Zong smiled helplessly and shook his head: "However, let's wait and see for the time being, perhaps, on the side of Tianmen, there are also means to balance strength." ”

"Who told you that Tianmen's side will balance their strength? Those big people in Tianmen won't care about these trivial matters. What if all the people who came were dead? He didn't lack talent at all, he just lacked wizards. ”

At this moment, behind Shen Zong, there was a sudden burst of bitter sneering.

Shen Zong's heart sank, and he hurriedly turned around.

An old man like a dwarf, dressed in a green robe, on crutches, half of his teeth fell out, and even his speech was a little leaky.

I saw that the dwarf old man looked at Shen Zong, and said with a smile.

"I listen to you, you should, and you are also the one who knows the inside story. ”

The old man's voice was hoarse, with an indescribable strange tone.

"Yes, my name is Shen Zong. ”

When Shen Zong heard the word "also", his eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded with a smile: "Dare to ask the seniors who are ......."

"The last survivor of the Martial Spirit Battlefield is a thief by profession, and he belongs to the same team as you. ”

The short dwarf old man let out a mechanical smile and took out a big red invitation, which was Shen Zong's one.

"It's all Team Zero. ”