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Although they couldn't comprehend what had just happened in their heads, at least they had a memory of the waters of the Sea of Revenants, which they instinctively feared after revival.

Makoto held his head, enduring the tingling sensation that hit his body in waves, and he was reluctant to move for a while.

Although it was not difficult to take out the seawater, he didn't know how much to use, and if it didn't hit, it obviously couldn't have an effect.

I've thought about a lot of changes, but maybe I'm stuck in the horns, and what flashes in my head from time to time are super giant zombies in the form of aggregates that appear in various games, but I ignore the soul form.

After all, anyone who talks about zombies thinks of physical existence, and who would think of it as a soul form, after all, that would be more of a ghost than a zombie.

But what is really here is a zombie, but a zombie in a state of soul fire.

Physical form, Cheng has full confidence, after all, he thinks that if the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique is combined with the sea water of the Sea of Revenants, the lethality produced is definitely not as simple as one plus one.

But if it was in pure soul form, it was clear that one of the links that gave him confidence would be completely useless.

The Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique, which can multiply his combat power several times, is completely useless.

The zombies in the form of soul fire surrounded Makoto and did not attack, but they never took a step back.

When Makoto finally suppressed the pain in his soul and regained control of the ghost ship and no longer transformed into seawater, a third of the seawater that should have been full of water had been lost.

Although transformation has given Cheng a supplement to his strength, it is clear that the sea itself is far more important than the power here, not to mention that only a small part of the power of transformation can be absorbed by him.

The two sides are at a stalemate.

However, when the aura of death emitted by the transformed sea water around Makoto began to slowly dissipate, these zombies in the state of soul fire began to stir again.

Cheng said secretly: 'It's miserable'.

Although he is also one of the undead, it is clear that he does not attack souls in any way, and the punches and kicks are almost completely harmless.

'Soul fire? My soul fire state is to completely disintegrate myself and make my whole body something like energy, a form that completely loses bodily consciousness and only remains conscious, but why can they maintain their original appearance in the soul fire state? and still have the ability to attack?'

Clenched his fists, Makoto saw that the zombies around him were already eager to try, and an idea suddenly flashed in his head.

If it's just a zombie in a state of soul fire, it works. ’

He suddenly showed a cheap smile, looked at the soul fire zombies around him, and the whole person instantly turned into a white torch.

The surrounding Soul Fire Zombies were obviously startled, and they jerked back half a meter, and then saw the flames collapse rapidly in the middle.

It was only a second or two before a small gray boat, about a foot long, fell from the flames and fell to the ground.

The ghost ship is a little indigestion because it is loaded with too much seawater, and the white ivory.

Chenghua turned into a peanut-sized villain, stood at the bow of the boat, and compared a middle finger to the soul fire zombies in front of him, shouting: "Come on, you have the ability to fight with the master on the ship for three hundred rounds." ”

As I said before, the special rules of the Sea of Dead Souls allow all the dead spirits here to communicate at the soul level, and there is no language barrier here, even if it is the language of another world, and even because it is a soul level communication, the meaning of that sentence is definitely expressed.

The Soul Fire Zombies were furious, although the gray boat looked a little dangerous, but it had been said before that the undead had terrible emotional control, and once ignited, it was likely to turn into a prairie fire immediately.

The surrounding soul fire zombies pounced on the white ivory almost at the same time, and then with the sound of the popping flames being extinguished by water, all of them burrowed into the gifts that Makoto had prepared for them.

It was the breath of the sea that Makoto tried his best to conceal with his soul fire, a breath of death for the undead.

"Huh?"

Contrary to the sincerity material, these soul fire zombies did not completely disappear when they fell into the seawater, but each one left behind a black dropdrop-shaped thing.

Twenty-two in total, no more, no less.

"Is this the piece of equipment that dropped?"

With this thought, Makoto hurriedly flew out of the white ivory, turned into a human-sized and looked at the ground.

There was a black drop of water on the ground.

"What the hell is this? Soul Crystal?"

However, while Makoto was thinking about what this thing was, perhaps because it was out of the water stains on the ground, the black water droplets began to move slowly.

It's like a wriggling bug.

Cheng received it on the white ivory with a look of disgust, and said, "Hey~, this thing feels more disgusting in your hand than directly touching their rotten heads." ”

Perhaps because the zombies had been turned into black droplets by Makoto, the extra thing in the room had disappeared at some point, and the room had turned into the original empty room again.

However, unlike before, a new exit appeared on the wall on the left, which should have been empty.

"Is this a pass?"

With this kind of happiness, Makoto breathed a sigh of relief, although the battle was a bit anticlimactic, but thanks to the characteristics of the sea of revenants, with this kind of lethal weapon, the battle would inevitably end unexpectedly.

But while he did get through, it didn't seem to be over.

As soon as he stepped out of his left leg, Makoto felt his head slightly dizzy, and then a picture flashed in front of his eyes.

It was the scene of the room just now, with square columns, dining tables, crude kitchen utensils, broken corpses, and zombies in thirty or forty.

"What is this?"

Makoto held his head, obviously confused by the image that suddenly flashed in his mind.

But the dizziness came again, and a new image entered his mind.

It's the same room just now, but this time there is no dining table and no kitchen utensils, some are only four square columns, and there are only five zombies, and they sit in a circle in the center of the room, as if they are communicating with each other.

Cheng suddenly reacted to the fact that the zombies in the first picture are also different from the ones he encountered, they all have their own wisdom.

"How so?"

Makoto asked a new question, and then a new image rushed into his mind again.

This time it was no longer in the room, but on the beach, on a beach in the Sea of Souls, three dead bodies were washed up on the beach, and then slowly opened their eyes.

A wave of panic began to appear in Makoto's mind, and he suddenly realized that those so-called dropped items were not necessarily good things, but it was already a little too late, Makoto only had time to return into white ivory, and those soul memories that should not belong to him had completely overwhelmed him.