"I smell cowardice in your soul, but a cowardly person chooses to take a sword and let the ghast successfully parasitize, whether it is in the past or in the future, you are just a loser, no matter how many times you are reincarnated, how many times you are reincarnated, the result will never change, you are a coward......"

Attacked by the vicious words of the messenger of the underworld, Doron lowered his head in pain, and his already badly damaged soul began to flicker.

"Wolves! That's enough! ”

I don't know when, the sheep spirit who stopped has come to the wolf spirit's side, with a gloomy face.

"It's our duty, it's the meaning of our existence, I thought you could understand that...... But you are angry with an innocent soul. ”

"Sheep ......"

Staring at the sheep in front of him, the wolf took two steps back, opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say, and slowly closed it, he found that he didn't complain about his position,

From beginning to end, it is only the sheep who is leading and giving everything, it is the sheep who is planning and carrying out the tasks of the Mother of Masks, and he can only assist the sheep in battle.

The hardest part has always been the sheep doing, this time it was also the sheep who persuaded the human who was contaminated with the smell of the sheep and saved Doron's soul, if you want to say what you have paid, the most painful thing is probably the sheep, and what qualifications do you have to insinuate your dissatisfaction with the sheep by complaining about the human soul?

"Sheep ......"

The wolf was about to cry out, and the next moment, the sheep gently hugged the wolf's head.

Yang Ling's voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, but it was also a little more emotional.

"The hand of the son."

"Symbiosis with the Son."

In the arms of the sheep, the wolf gradually calmed down.

"A sincere heart is enough to overcome everything, everything else is false, and our roots, although thousands of years, no one can cut ......"

Duolong stared at the two messengers of the underworld who hugged each other in front of him with empty eyes, and couldn't help but recall the men and women who were always dangling in front of him in his life, and the swordsman subconsciously touched his waist to prepare to draw the sword, but found that the love sword that the master had created for himself had long been separated from his yin and yang, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Although his memory is a little confusing, he seems to have done something irreparably wrong......

When I came to my senses, I had nothing.

"[Broken Creek], he must be better than me...... Forget me and follow your new master. ”

When the two of them finally collected their emotions, the somewhat lonely Duolong continued on the road.

I don't know how long I walked, and an illusory, whirlpool-like door appeared in front of me,

Stepping through the illusory door like gray mist, Doron found that the world here seemed to be more real than the previous world, In addition to the ghost grass, there were many unimaginable strange plants, most of which were dark and gray in color.

Skimming over the plants in front of him, he soon noticed a figure sitting cross-legged on his back, unable to take his eyes off it.

That was the back he remembered all his life, and that back was called Master.

The suffocating grief welled up in his heart, and Doron, unable to cry, fell to the ground on his knees and kowtowed his head to his back without saying a word.

I don't know if everything in front of him is an illusion, but Doron knows that he has to do it, even if it is an illusion, it is an illusion that he willingly sees.

Although he didn't hear any sound, his back suddenly stood up and looked behind him, his face was tense and solemn, how could he have the humble attitude when he begged Qianjue before.

"Doron, you're here."

The Eternal Hunt Twins quietly left, leaving time and space for the reunited master and apprentice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know I was going to kill you by doing that...... Sorry ......"

Staring at the apprentice who kept kowtowing to him and admitting his mistakes, Caledro couldn't continue to maintain his 'majesty', and quietly walked a few steps quickly to Doron's side, and when Dolong raised his head, he resumed his slow pace calmly, always maintaining the demeanor of a grandmaster, and came to Dolon, Callejo finally put his hand on Dolon's head and stroked it a few times, as if he was still a child, confiding in himself about his grievances.

He knew that his apprentice liked to comfort him so much when he was lost.

He did the same when he broke the wooden knife.

The man in front of him looks tall and big, after all, he is just a child, and sure enough, he is right to wait for him here, and these twenty-three years of sitting are not meaningless......

"Master actually doesn't blame you, it was Master's fault for failing to make you understand when you can use the sword killing move, Master knows, you just want to surprise Master, your talent in kendo Master understands, you don't actually need to prove anything, Master has always understood that you are the best."

Pulling Doron to his knees, Caledro looked up proudly.

"After all, you are my personal favorite disciple, how can you not understand your talent, in less than twenty years, your achievements in kendo have surpassed the master's more than forty years of practice, for the master to know clearly,

Master didn't take your fatal sword, not because I didn't react, but I really couldn't take it, as a swordsman, died under such an amazing sword, Master has nothing to humiliate, but is proud of you, the style of that sword, you are far better than me, I just regret that I went too early, I couldn't see your higher achievements, and also, hurt you, and let people lose a sword hero in the world......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Although he couldn't see the tears, Kalejo knew that his disciple was crying, so he couldn't help but pat his apprentice on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

"Let him pass everything in the past, Doron, life is impermanent, fate is unpredictable, and to this day, it is not what you and I want.

Time flies like a white horse, for swordsmen like us, it doesn't matter how long you live, the important thing is to live a wonderful life in this life.

In the first half of my life, I created my own sword killing sword flow swordsmanship, and I have been in Ionia for more than 20 years, eliminating countless evils, and no one is invincible, even the leader of the League of Thieves has to respect me for three points,

In the second half of his life, he accepted you as an apprentice, and the daily swordsmanship professor got twice the result with half the effort, and the swordsmanship sect exchanged your eyes vertically and horizontally, no one was invincible, and he had a long face for the master, for the sword stream, enough, the master's life, it was enough, but it was hard for you, because of the obsession with the demon, lonely drifting for more than 20 years, and wasting life in vain......"

"Wow Wow Wow Wow !!!"

Duolong hugged the man in front of him hard, only feeling that sorrow came from it and could not be broken.

In the shadows, the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit looked at the master and apprentice with the purest temperament, and they were also a little moved.

"Sheep, before we put on the mask, did we also have a mutual affection, life and death?"

The right hand brushed the wool on his chest, and the fingertips seemed to still have the residual warmth of human beings, and the voice of the sheep spirit was very soft.

"The relationship between you and me has never changed."

……

The underworld.

The blue-gray rough sand rolls in the wind, and the chaotic whispers disappear from time to time, a wasteland of souls, with nothing but dead silence.

Doron followed behind Kaledra, who followed behind the Masked Twins, and the two spirits left the underworld and went deeper together.

This is the world of the dead, called the Underworld.

The end of the mist was still mist, and even though Doron and Caledro were exceptionally strong-willed, they were a little uneasy to embark on the unknown path of the underworld amid the irritable and evil whispers.

A few looming silhouettes emerge from afar, then quickly disappear.

As a native of Ionian, Doron has a very powerful master, so he naturally knows the legend of Ionia about the Mother of Masks.

What makes Doron care is that it stands to reason that the underworld should be the realm of the mother of masks alone, and it should be safer, but the fact is that after coming to the underworld, the masked god of death, the messenger of the underworld instead bent his bow and arrows, bared his fangs and sharp teeth, and became more vigilant.

He didn't walk or speak, but just observed his surroundings with murderous intent.

Doron looked in the direction of the masked spirit, and he found nothing but fog and gravel.

He didn't understand what the masked spirit was waiting for, what enemies to be wary of.

After waiting for about a few minutes, the fog began to roll in, and a white-gray path appeared ahead.

"Go, lost souls, your path lies ahead."

Seeing the path appear, the sheep spirit breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand at the two souls who bowed their heads to thank him.

After stepping on the path, the two souls will directly reach the realm of the Mother of Masks, so that even if it is a mistake, the wolf is a little puzzled why the sheep has not left, although they are not afraid of the enemies of the underworld, but they do not want to cause more trouble.

"Wolf, I need to meet the Mother of Masks, and you need to go to Noxus to capture the soul, so you can leave first."

Guessing that the sheep spirit might have something to report to the Mother of Masks, the wolf didn't think much about it, and passed through the passage and left the underworld.

After the wolf left, the sheep stepped onto the gray-white path that had not yet disappeared and disappeared into the thick fog.

……

The great will floated in the mist, constructing a peculiar picture.

As small as the Milky Way, many souls hovered around the tall body of hundreds of meters, forming countless light blue soul light bands,

The tall owner was hunched up, sitting cross-legged on the ground, dressed in a yellow-brown robe made of netherworld grass, and his purple-gray slender hands kept playing with the light blue souls close to his limbs, some of the souls dissipated, and some of the souls were strengthened, and then slowly disappeared.

A huge mask covered the face of the owner, and the unquenchable blue soul light swayed from the two holes in the mask.

At some point, a white-gray path stretched into the realm of absolute safety, and the huge mask turned its head to look at the two new souls, as well as the most reliable creation of himself, the most intelligent and capable mask spirit that followed the souls, [Mirror Claw] (Qianjue's name in front of the Mother of Masks).

The resting soul will gradually erase the memories and soul impurities of the previous life in a slow circle, and the Mother of Masks will only make a soul mark on another person who has passed the test and has not been marked, and then ignore it, and let the two souls return to the soul river and begin to flutter,

Although there are not many people who have been marked in this way, there are quite a few, and each one requires extra energy to deal with, and it is difficult for even the mother of masks to do it from beginning to end.

"Mirror Paw, my daughter, come here."

The low Ouchen language echoed in the field, and the white-gray path slowly disappeared,

The sheep spirit nodded, and came to the feet of the Mother of Masks.

Compared to her mother, she was as small as an insignificant speck of dust, not even as tall as her mother's toes.

"Mom."

There was not much respect in the daughter's tone, but the mother's movements were extraordinarily soft.

Putting down the work in hand, the mother of the mask deliberately freed her left hand for her daughter, and when her daughter jumped on her left hand, she held it in front of her, and her voice was soft.

"Mirror Claw, my favorite daughter, busy as you, rare to see."

Kneeling on one knee in the palm of the Mother of Masks, the sheep spirit bowed her head.

"Mom, I want to mark a soul that has just been sent, her name is Xiyue, and it is also the special soul you have marked, Mom."

The Mother of Masks, however, did not directly agree.

"My daughter, her soul is guarded by the evil lord, you don't have to do anything more."

The so-called [Void Spirit], the Vulture-headed Human Body, is the last mask spirit created by the Mother of Masks, and is also the nightmare of other mask spirits, and its main duty is to hunt down the mask spirits who have lost all their stories and legends and have forgotten their names.

The Ethereal Spirits are the most feared beings of the other masked spirits, the Grim Reaper of Deaths.

Although the ethereal spirit is terrifying, although the sheep spirit is respectful, it is never afraid.

His complexion remained unchanged, but his tone was very resolute.

"The soul mark of the setting moon is the price for me to regain Doron's soul, mother, please give me the soul of the setting moon."

Hearing the indiscriminate tone in Mirror Claw's tone, the Mother of Masks hesitated a little, but listened to the sheep spirit continue.

"Mom, I have established a connection with the extraterritorial spirit, the setting moon is the most important link, and I must not give up my efforts, maybe this extraterritorial soul is the key to resisting the Lord of the Underworld."

Finally persuaded the Mother of Masks, as the Mother of Masks' right hand unfolded, in the long river of souls, a light blue soul floated and landed in the palm of the hand, vaguely with the face of the material realm, it was the setting moon.

The mark belonging to the evil lord was forcibly erased, and the Mother of Masks whispered.

"My daughter, she'll be handed over to you."

Nodding, the sheep spirit jumped on his right hand and planted his own Qianjue mark for Xiyue's soul.

In this way, her deal with that extraterrestrial spirit was completed, and there was no need to continue to stay in the realm of the Mother of Masks, her 'mother' was busy, and she was busy.

When the soul of the setting moon returned to the long river again, the sheep spirit also bid farewell to the mother of masks, left the realm of the mother of masks, and returned to the underworld wasteland.

Each teleport will appear in a different location.

Different from the calm at the beginning, there was a little more solemn aura in the underworld wasteland at this moment.

As soon as he came out, the sheep spirit raised the spirit bow in his hand, bent the bow like a full moon, and shot three arrows directly into the distance.

Five Underworld Ghost Knights, dressed in dark style ancient armor and armed with spears and halberds, indifferently raised their one-handed round shields, and the knights rode Nether-faced horses refined from the souls of low-level slaves, forming the simplest wedge-shaped riding formation, and launched a decisive attack on the sheep spirit with the furious momentum of thousands of horses.

The horse's hooves lightly stepped on the loose soul sand, and the speed increased rapidly, obviously the laws of the underworld were completely different from the laws of the material realm.

The three arrows that could kill any dead soul in an instant and seriously injured the consciousness of the living successfully hit the two ghost knights, and the ghost face horse under the crotch flew away in a furious howl.

Another Death Arrow was blocked by the Plate Armor Cavalry General with a round shield, on which a wailing skeletal face appeared, and then dissipated along with the death arrow.

"It's the Eternal Hunt Twins, she's alone, catch her! (Lachen, born from Ouchen, is an underworld language created by Maude Caesar, the Lord of the Underworld, and after being castrated by the Lord of the Underworld, it lost the power laws that Ochen came with, but retained the function of making ghosts communicate.) ）”

In just a few breaths, the tall ghost knight rushed in front of the sheep spirit, slashing the weapon in his hand hard, all the movements were silent, but extremely oppressive.

One rolled to avoid the two soul cavalry spears and the spear halberd at the head, and the sheep spirit bent his bow and arrows again, shooting three arrows.

The two ghost knights, who didn't have time to turn their horses' heads, were hit in the back of the heart, and their souls were scattered, and only the cavalry general used his halberd to block the arrows that flew to his chest.

Seeing that the warriors in his companions had died, and the possibility of defeating the messenger of the underworld was very small, the cavalry general raised his halberd, burned his soul, and his momentum soared, and even the people and horses turned into a streamer and rushed towards the sheep spirit.

"The Avenue of Bones is guiding me in the right direction! The Skull Throne forges Crimson Glory! The doors of the Immortal Court are wide open for me! The Dark Lord is watching my great deeds!

For the Dark Maharaja! For Maude Caesar!

Kill!!!! ”

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