The coercion had not yet been tempted, and when the huge black skull that suddenly appeared exuded that terrifying pressure, the people present almost instantly lost their face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info...... How is this possible!

A heyday of a hundred ghosts walking in such a difficult environment, and full of corpses, has already topped these old guys together and multiplied by two. Moreover, these "old men" with their eyelids jumping wildly found that because they were so close, they had already unknowingly walked into the pile of bones. At the necessary moment, these materials that can be easily awakened by the abundance of demons around them will be a very troublesome means.

But...... ，

...... Yes, it's just a lot of trouble.

After all, everyone present now is a strong person who has experienced the darkness of the war of extermination, and can still survive to this day in the dark years. Maybe their combat power is really not high, but under the declining body, they are a fighter who has gone far in the field of unilateral aspects. Here, every old man has at least a good brush in a desperate situation. With this challenge, no one has yet been able to make it easy for these people who refuse to jump into the coffin.

"Proteus, what do you mean by that? Don't blame me for not reminding you, you can't take us with these chips, believe it or not, we can call someone from outside to help us now, and then we won't be able to argue with it. "The first to speak to mock the old mage was still the old man who was dissatisfied with Zhang Zhou before.

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"In our eyes, the continuation of the clan is more important"

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"Don't pretend you can't hear ......" Seeing the old mage who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, as if he had won a battle, the old man who just wanted to pursue the victory finally discovered the problems around him. I don't know when something important but ordinary disappeared. - There was no sound...... Yes, there's not a single sound here...... It was as if the whole world had been muted, and suddenly it became silent.

If sound had color, then the quiet world would be as unique as a circular blank space on a piece of painted paper.

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- The Seven-Ring Magic Array, a silent roar.

In this well-designed bureau of the old mage, all the vibrations of matter will be filled and smoothed out in an instant, so that nothing bad will be heard by the people outside. And here, there is no vibration of the medium, which also means that there is no sound production.

This is a silent world.

The old mage stared blankly at his colleague, who was directing and acting like a clown. The eyes that have become a little cloudy because of the countless winds and rains contain bottomless wisdom. Even though they can't see through the hearts of others, they can see through a person's true glory and depravity.

"It's all rotten!" the old mage murmured softly. There was no sound to be heard, but a firm and unchangeable determination.

Another transparent mini skull slowly floated out of the mage's wide sleeve, except for the skull in Zhang Zhou's hand, all the bones on the ground suddenly stood up and immediately fell off and fell apart to become white bones on the ground again. Another black skull, which was a circle smaller, suddenly stood side by side with the tall Hundred Ghost Night Walking in the center of the three of them.

As for Kerr, who has been looking straight at the head of a dead man in the hands of the old man. It was tacitly excluded by everyone for some reason, leaving only the young man alone, as if he was obsessed, staring closely at the eyes of the human head that were rapidly forming, as if he felt something, he couldn't even smile pretentiously, and used his different spiritual power to stir the surrounding demon spirits desperately and irregularly.

The people in the depths of the temple, no one noticed. At the exit of the temple, the remains of the little girl who had been thrown outside suddenly suddenly showed a look of fear, and then screamed .......

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A miraculous re-creation is the true gift of a teacher to his disciples.

The world is beginning to ....... In the same way, in the ...... being created. First the mechanized reflection, then the emergence of the information processing system, it is like a world outlining its most basic blueprint. Finally, there is emotion, or the birth of color. Since then, the world has become alive and vibrant.

Standing in the middle of the world, Kerr looked speechlessly at the unpredictable world in front of him. This is epic! Even the other half who lacks emotion, the boy can still feel his shock and the greed that was born from it to make up for himself.

"This is power!" the young man's heterochromatic soul floated in the void, feeling the endless changes, and slowly murmuring.

An epic, even if his demonic spirit reserves are outrageously low compared to his peers, still have the power of the proposition he is studying.

The retrospective derived from restoration will always be the eternal proposition of academic mages. And the farthest on this is undoubtedly the old man who is as outstanding as a "mad dog". He used the truth to interpret that a madman is not necessarily a genius, but a genius must be a madman.

At this moment, a person's last nostalgia when he is dying is like a picture sweeping towards the boy like a tide in the spiritual world that has just been built.

What happened to the other team that left ten years ago here? The man who made the teacher unbearable and the instructor couldn't bear it left a scribbled note and fled in a hurry.

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"Come on, come on, one person doesn't need to grab one. Out of nowhere, the old mage pulled out a dozen contracts, dragged his robes and handed out the thick parchment in his hand to the crowd like an old man handing out leaflets.

"No need to ask questions, just sign it. Proteus touched the night walker beside him menacingly, and stopped the people who were just about to make a move after reading the treaty with an exaggerated mouth.

"This condition...... You might as well kill us. A man suddenly roared loudly, as if he were in a loud voice. However, before the poor sound reached a distance of less than half a meter from the sound source, it became a simple and small fluctuation. The old mage, who seemed to have suddenly thought of something again, suddenly groped again from his wide sleeve, and took out a rare and clean white paper and a brush that was about to be used up like a trick. Proteus, who was a little weak, silently wrote a domineering word with trembling hands: "To sign or not to sign?" and then gently stroked the huge black skeleton beside him again.

"Don't open your mouth, I know what you're trying to say. These contracts are indeed not Kerr's own hand-made contracts. However, I have added a lot of blood from my last disciple. The effect will only be better. The old mage was a little proud, and looked at the people with disdain on their faces.

...... blood, the crowd finally ended the boring struggle somewhat silently. These people more or less knew that some secretive old men and Kerr had never concealed their behavior, so that these old guys had already got some small clues. But the fact that they couldn't help but say nothing shows that they still have a little brain. Because, only one living thing can have binding blood.

Before I knew it, the curtain came to an end with a silent roar. In the quiet atmosphere, an originally soft whisper passed through everyone's hearts like a shrill noise at this moment.

"Really, Baphomet......?"

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At some point, Kerr came to his senses and stood in the corner of the underground temple with brown ashes in his hand.

A tear uncandidly gently swept across the boy's face, bringing a moment of trance to Kerr. The skull, weakened by the demon's wash, was finally unable to withstand the unprecedented force, and turned into a pile of quicksand-like powder. But his warrior-like past will always remain in the confused heart of the young man, and in the future, like the wings of a butterfly, dance changes that cannot be ignored.