The breath of death came in an instant, and the bright blood flowed on the ground, slowly spreading.

Unlike the usual magic circles before An Ling, the blood spread to the ground, more like an oil painting slowly unfolding. It is full of artistic beauty and the texture of death.

In An Ling's field of vision, above this "blood-colored picture scroll", countless souls were suspended by the invisible magic chains, and they were infected, distorted, and deformed by the evil abyss breath little by little.

The process is a kind of dynamic "art".

An Ling even felt that he was not watching some kind of abyss ritual now, but a work of art, or an artistic act, that interpreted beauty.

"Stand down, all of you."

At this moment, the Ghost King controlled the little boy's body and gave orders to the soldiers around him.

The soldiers all around them saluted loyally and retreated.

It wasn't a ritual of ink, and soon the aura of the abyss filled the air, and a link of reality tore open with the wound of filth and sin.

The filthy spatial wound grew bigger and bigger, eventually enveloping the entire room.

The silent tragedy of life sounded, and the bleak white light slowly fell down.

A great phantom was slowly projected down, and his gaze met An Ling's.

It is difficult to describe the form of this phantom in words, it is made of thousands of white bone skeletons, resembling a thick old man, and resembling a strong and powerful ancient tree. _o_m It's hard to say whether it's a humanoid or a tree, and the contorted form seems to have a distinct outline.

The great immortal who sank into the abyss, the enemy of the god of death, and the demon monarch in the depths, the "King of Rebellion against Death", is looking at An Ling at this moment.

It was not An Ling's consciousness that was thrown into the abyss, but the phantom of the consciousness of the king of the dead who spoke to him.

"Long time no see, King of Death."

An Ling smiled softly and beckoned to him in a friendly manner.

The King of Death's miserable eyes stared at An Ling, and said in a hoarse and penetrating voice: "You are very weak...... Tyrannical, I've never seen you so weak......"

"Tell me, what method did you use to quietly descend to perfection, to the world completely, and what method did you use to obtain such a perfect human body...... Tell me why you've been here for so long and you're still so weak......"

"Don't you have a big piece of food? Haven't you sowed killing and destruction among the world?"

An Ling grinned and said, "You are so interesting, the king of death, who asked so many questions at once, like a fool who is so anxious to jump to his feet." ”

"Can I understand that you are begging from me? As a poor fool. ”

The King of Death's eyes flickered, and he said in a trance: "Tyrannical, you proposed to talk to me, what exactly do you want to communicate with me?"

"It's time to get to the point." An Ling snapped his fingers.

"I'm a little homesick, what is going on in the abyss now, can you tell me about it. What is the situation of the other demon kings? ”

"I don't know..."

The King of Death replied calmly.

"Now all the kings in the abyss are hidden, and no one, including me, knows anyone's whereabouts."

"Is that so?"

An Ling nodded, then smiled dumbly and sighed: "It seems that it is no secret that the gods are sleeping, and everyone is secretly starting to act. ”

The King of Death was silent for two seconds, then shook his head and said, "Not entirely..."

"Oh?"

"The King of Despicability, the worm, has been loyal to the King of Pride some time ago, and has become the Lord of Pride under his command."

"What?"

An Ling was suddenly surprised.

As beings of the same rank, it is almost impossible for demon kings to surrender to each other. It was a fantasy, but now it's happening.

The King of Death shook his head and continued: "Not only that, but that despicable bug also spreads a thinking coordinate in the abyss. Invite all the Demon Kings to a "banquet". ”

"Why is he?"

The King of Reverse Death glanced at An Ling and said, "Despicable is just a spreader, but the one who initiated the banquet is the King of Arrogance, and he uses the stump of an ancient god as an invitation.

Let's get together. ”

"Another opportunity for all the demon kings to communicate together."

An Ling was stunned, and then said in disbelief:

"And yet I was left out! Why! ”

He didn't receive an invitation, which means that he was actually excluded.

If he hadn't talked to the King of Death this time, then he would probably have missed it.

The King of Death bowed his head and said:

"I don't know, but I'll participate, vain, angry and they should too. None of us can resist the temptation to eat the remains of the gods. ”

"I can't refuse, King of Death, quick, give me that thinking coordinates!

An Ling said loudly like a child.

A ray of light burst out from the miserable white eyes of the King of Death, shining into An Ling's eyes.

An Ling rubbed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a tyrannical evil smile.

"It's been a long time since I've been so direct to something in the abyss."

The King of Death did not respond to An Ling's words, but said leisurely, "Tyranny, can we get to the point of our conversation now?"

An Lingha sighed and raised his head.

"It's okay, Lord of Death, I'm already happy to have been chatting for so long. Let's get down to business. ”

The huge head of the King of Death instantly approached An Ling's face.

"What do you want so that you don't destroy my plans on earth!"

An Ling smiled and narrowed his eyes.

This conversation was unequal from the beginning, or rather, any demon king was unequal in front of An Ling.

An Ling is now walking in the human world in a complete form, so all the plans and actions of the demon king in the human world will be noticed by him and interfere at will.

And now the focus of An Ling's conversation with the King of Death is in this place, what kind of price, in exchange for An Ling's plan not to interfere with the King of Death.

"Tell me your plan, and I won't interfere with your layout, the king of death."

An Ling said with a smile.

"I'm not interested in anything else, just curious about your plans."

The King of Death fell silent, as if hesitating and thinking.

An Ling looked around and urged impatiently: "King of Death, this ritual can't last that long, you have to answer me quickly." ”

The King of Death looked at him and said, "Yes, I can tell you all my layouts, plans, and ambitions for nearly a thousand years. @·error-free start~~"

"But you, tyrannical, you must not spoil my affairs."

"We swear by each other with our souls!"

"No problem!"

An Ling smiled, raised his hand and said:

"I tyrannically swear by my soul that I will keep my agreement with you against the King of Death, and if I know your plans, I will not destroy your layout."