The man with the crown of bones raised his hands and pressed them downward, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Guys, I actually have a big discovery." He said.

"What discovery?" Someone asked.

"There were a few gaps in that image and it went into the air." The man said.

"There seemed to be a few moments," the other replied, "but so what? ”

The man smiled, his face full of demonic color, and said in a deep voice: "You all know that my True Eye has evolved to the fifth stage, so I naturally see a monster that you can't see——"

"I don't know its name."

"Now please see if you know it."

He reached out and waved.

Pale rays of light condensed in the void, transforming the appearance of the Chosen Ones on the battlefield.

It's a huge human face.

Its eyes were completely black, with no pupils or whites, and it looked down on the earth, its face etched with countless dark runes, and from a distance it looked like a candle that only emitted a black glow.

The powerhouses standing at the top of the necromancy looked at the monster silently and fell into deep thought.

Good for a while.

The man with the crown of bones said, "As we all know, we have to pay a lot of great price to summon the undead, and sometimes we even have to sell our souls, but it doesn't matter. ”

"The most important thing is—"

"The undead almost never talk to us about the realm of the dead."

"They don't allow us to peek into their mysteries."

"So for countless years—"

"The knowledge we have gained of the Dead Realm is extremely limited, and secrets are rarely shared between the various genres."

The man flipped his hand.

A pale pamphlet appeared in his hand.

"Whoever can tell the secret of this monster, I promise him to see the 'Pale Book' of our bones, and allow him to read three pages in a row."

A dark shadow spoke:

"I know a little bit about it."

"Oh? What is it? The man asked.

"Fifteen hundred years ago, I once summoned an undead knight to help me face an ambush - in fact, this undead knight was my comrade when I first became a necromancer, so I trusted him."

"Go on, my esteemed friend." The man said.

The Shadow continued, "I summoned it in that hard battle, but it said it had come to say goodbye to me. ”

"I'm strange because his contract with me is thirty thousand years long, and there is no reason to break it suddenly."

"I asked him."

"He said—"

"In a war in the realm of the dead, he was chosen by the 'Battlefield Selector' and was about to be completely devoured by some extremely great being, leaving no room for resistance."

"I said why don't you know how to hide."

His expression was very bitter, and he shook his head and said-"

"—'Who can see the Chosen one in the sky above the battlefield?' There are very few people who even know about it, and as long as you are good enough, you will not be able to escape the fate of devouring it in the end'. ”

After the shadow finished speaking, he sighed and stopped talking.

Everyone was silent.

The man wearing the crown of white bones muttered, "In this way, the war we see is actually a 'predation' in the true sense of the word. ”

"From what I know about the undead, I couldn't agree more." The dark shadow said.

Another dark shadow said in a loud voice: "The laws are endless, and the power of each profession is endless, and it is absolutely impossible to obtain all the great power with the power of one person. ”

"So devouring is a fairly normal means in any world, even in the realm of death." Another dark shadow answered.

"This is the first time we have observed the 'devouring' scene of the Dead Realm."

"I'd love to see more...... It may help us understand the true mystery of death. ”

"Who's to say it's not."

"I don't know when the deceased will have the next crossover show."

"I have to wait for ......"

There was a lot of talking.

When Wu Xiaode saw this, he stopped looking at it.

He unravel the spell, and the projection of his entire figure disappeared from the spot.

The other side.

The Realm of the Dead.

Wu Xiaode suddenly came back to his senses.

What happened outside the prison of sin, in the incomparably distant nebula, in that strange secret place, all appeared in his memory.

It's a predation.

"Now it seems...... No wonder the Book of the Dead made me play dumb. ”

Wu Xiaode sighed.

In this way, there is a very powerful existence, hidden in the darkness, trying to use the trials of the Death Realm to select suitable devouring targets.

How can you be spared?

Wu Xiaode fell into a deep groan.

He thought about it for a long time, recalled what happened on the battlefield many times, and finally said up:

"There's only one way......"

"Win this war."

"Yes, as long as you win, the trial will inevitably enter the settlement link, this is the law of promotion in the realm of death, and I believe that the existence will not be able to stop it."

- But he only has 20 soul power.

How can this war be won?

A flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind.

Pregnant!

There really is a way......

Some people foresaw such a situation, and they wanted to repay themselves.

Wu Xiaode suddenly turned his head to look at the Book of the Dead.

The Book of the Dead sensed his thoughts and quickly flipped through to a page.

On this page, lines of small ice crystal print are recorded:

"Before you travel to the realm of the dead, the undead will give you a true thank you."

"Oversized Undead Summoning Aura."

"One-time war aura."

"Description: With this aura, you can summon all professional undead who have escaped the torment of death and command them to fight for you."

Yes.

He tried every possible way to devise all kinds of plans, and with the help of the cyclops giant, he killed the "Grim Reaper" in one fell swoop.

The "Grim Reaper" is a reaper created by gathering the power of all demon gods.

As soon as it was destroyed, the undead were freed.

These souls who were tormented by the "Grim Reaper" condensed this aura as a token of thanks.

Wu Xiaode raised his hand and looked at the black mark on it.

The sigil is a one-time war aura that can summon many powerful undead!

Wu Xiaode looked towards the Book of the Dead again.

"Of all the dead, there is one of the wisest archmages who has analyzed your needs based on your situation."

"—This summoning aura, though it's a one-time one, can help you at certain times."

That's amazing.

There is such a character, and he can see his calamity from that time.

Then again.

These undead just can't defeat the "Grim Reaper", but their own strength cannot be underestimated!

Even better –

They were summoned to complete the war for themselves, and they could teleport away in no time.

This calling is a one-time thing.

Their own safety is also guaranteed!

"Good means! Sure enough, there is a mountain and a mountain high, although some people's lives are not good, but it really does not mean that people's standards are poor. ”

Wu Xiaode said with emotion.

He stood up, stretched, and prepared to act according to plan.

Suddenly.

A line of small ice crystal letters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Through your live broadcast, those extremely powerful gang masters gradually learned the news."

"Now more and more people are quitting the underworld."

"It's happening in every world."

"This matter has far-reaching implications and will greatly change the rules of conduct for people at the bottom of civilization."

"By this Sunnah, you have gained two merits."

"Are you willing to share these merits with the artifact 'Chixiao' on your body?"

Wu Xiaode quickly finished reading it, and said without hesitation:

"Share."

Joke.

Wu Xiaode has known this rule of doing things and being a man for a long time.

Walking the rivers and lakes, the fastest people who die are often not the ruthless ones.

- The guy who eats alone dies the fastest and the worst.

If you can live a good life, who wants to mix in the road?

Since you are mixed in the Tao, you are basically out of the way, and even some things are done with your head.

- What are you looking for?

Isn't it just asking for some money to get by?

As a result, some people ate alone in these desperate people.

If you don't die, who will die?

It is true that merit is an extremely precious thing.

For example, what happened to me this time will have an extremely far-reaching impact in many worlds, and the result is only two merits.

Otherwise, why is it that as soon as merit is given as a reward for the commission, there is a powerful spirit to help?

It's really merit that is too valuable.

But more than merit, he cares more about the Chixiao Sword.

The power of the Chixiao Sword is simply unimaginable!

- Who can get a sword that constantly refreshes skills?

Such a sword is unheard of.

If you can have a good relationship with each other like the crow and the white tiger, wouldn't it be a win-win situation!

Lines of small ice crystal characters appeared in front of Wu Xiaode's eyes:

"You gave the merit to the Chixiao Sword."

"You each get a little merit."

"Your current merit is: 6."

All the small print is collected.

Chixiao Sword's lazy voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, there is merit in the account?" Xiao Wu, you're too polite. ”

"Needless to say, if it weren't for your 'Immortal Fate', I wouldn't have been able to get these merits, and I should have given them to you." Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay." Chixiao Kendo.

It didn't say much, but Wu Xiaode didn't care.

It's still a long time.

We have seen people's hearts for a long time.

He stood up and moved, and said to the rotten bones:

"Don't move around here, I'll go reconnoiter the situation and come back in a while."

"Go, brother."

The Rotten Bone Boy fiddled with his brand-new scimitar without raising his head.

Wu Xiaode's figure flashed, and he rushed out, until he was a little far away from the woods, and then began to slowly accelerate.

A boundless demonic mist of silence boiled over him.

He made his way through the rolling mountains at breakneck speed, over the highest peak.

Boom –

Countless demonic fogs shrouded in all directions.

All living beings, caught in the demonic fog, were immediately obscured from the outside world.

"The Book of the Dead."

Wu Xiaode snorted lightly.

The thick book suddenly opened, revealing the mark of the white tiger.

Wu Xiaode pressed his hand on the mark.

The next moment.

The white tiger quietly landed on a jagged rock, grinned at him, and roared;

"Going to kill someone?"

It motioned for Wu Xiaode to sit on its back.

——After birth and death, the attitude of the white tiger seems to be more affectionate.

Wu Xiaode sat up, patted its head gently, and said in a low voice:

"Go to the place where the killing is most abundant on the battlefield."

White Tiger's gaze turned to the void, and he looked at it for a while and said, "Those are all undead with level 30 soul power, are you sure you want to go?" ”

"No problem, let's go." Wu Xiaode said.

White Tiger's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Also, the Demon God has passed that level, how can you have a problem in front of this garbage." ”

It scurried forward, disappearing into the mist.