Time flies

In the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the sixth day

There is still one day left before the Sphinx couple's true spirits are recuperated and Ron leaves the realm of the dead.

In the black and white world, three rounds of the sun are in the sky.

It was already noon, but the realm of the dead was still cold.

The sun seems to turn into the moon here.

Only the light remains, and there is no warmth.

The Tower of Death still stands quietly in the center of the entire world of the dead, revealing its cold and solemn aura.

From a distance, the half-cut building, which resembles the shape of a mage tower, towers into the sky, and the lower half of the tower disappears into the void as if it had been forcibly torn apart.

The pinnacle tops of the Pablo structure run through the clouds, as if as a passage to the sky.

It is so tall and powerful that it is reminiscent of the giant gods and ladders described in ancient mythology.

The surface of the Tower of Death is black and looks very smooth, as if there is a mysterious force that allows it to blend naturally into this dark and dead environment.

"When—"

From time to time, you can hear the low and rhythmic sound of bells coming from the tower, as if to remind everything in the world, the ruthlessness of time and the transience of life.

There are no other buildings or landscapes around the Tower of Death,

It's like it's a leap from another world, not connected to anything here.

Despite the years that have passed, the Tower of Death is still as stable as a mountain, and it does not need to be maintained or repaired by anyone.

It is like an eternal being, guarding this abandoned and forgotten corner, quietly waiting for its final destiny.

"Where are you going today?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can't you swallow the food in your mouth before you speak?"

Ron propped his chin and looked at the goddess of death who was holding a cage of drawers and showing off the shrimp dumplings in his mouth.

"This guy eats so deliciously, is the food I cooked so delicious?"

He tried to take a shrimp dumpling and stuff it into his mouth.

Well. It's floury and sweet, and the steaming heat is a little too much, it's far from what Vivian did, it's not delicious!

A certain iridescent dragon gave his masterpiece a high score of 0.

After swallowing the unpleasant taste.

Here, Ron put down his chopsticks and resumed the posture of supporting his cheeks with one hand, and continued to enjoy the live broadcast of the food of the silver-haired royal sister sitting opposite.

As for why this scene happened suddenly?

It all started in the early morning.

Ron didn't know which tendon had twitched this morning.

After getting up from the bed of death, the "exhausted" iridescent dragon suddenly thought about making himself something to eat.

As a result, the spirited Goddess of Death insisted on pestering him to taste the food of the astral plane.

As a result, the aroma of food not seen in hundreds of epochs wafted through the Tower of Death, adding a touch of smoke to the cold building.

As a result, Ron didn't take a few bites, but she was addicted.

"Woo woo" (delicious!) ）

At this time, the goddess of death is like a girl who has not eaten for 800 years (it seems to be true), and she attacks the delicate breakfast of different shapes and tastes on the table.

I don't know how she did it, but it seems to be slow and methodical, but the speed at which the plates are stacked is faster than the speed at which Ron can dry the rice at full speed!

"Slow down, slow down"

"Anyway, our seven-day trip is only to the grassland? The Land of the Dead is a bit short of travel items. ”

Ron lay on the table and complained boredly about the repetitive journey of the past few days.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be a little boring to watch it for five days.

In his hand, he played with the obsidian-like box with a sleek body, a super artifact that stored the true spirits of the Sphinx and could be repaired.

From time to time, Ron threw the box into the sky, then caught it with his suddenly outstretched tail, and the cycle continued over and over again.

The goddess of death raised her head when she heard the sound, and blinked her eyes with two pills of black mercury as she ate, looking at Ron with an innocent expression.

Because there was so much food stuffed at the same time, her cheeks were bulging, like a pufferfish.

"Xiao Ruo's forehead is like marrying?" (Little Ron, where do you want to go?) ）

She ate a rare breakfast and muttered in response to Ron's question.

It's a pity that Ron didn't understand a word.

"You swallow it first, eat it slowly, and no one will rob you."

"It's all yours, it's not enough for me to do it again."

Ron looked at the dozens of large plates that had been emptied on the table, as well as dozens of other breakfasts that were about to be emptied, and he was secretly glad in his heart.

Fortunately, I didn't run out of food materials I brought with me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to cook this meal.

These are all foods prepared based on the amount of legendary dragon food, and Ron made ten dragon servings of breakfast today!

And the goddess of death ate all these foods herself, and Ron only tasted two rice cakes and a shrimp dumpling lightly, and didn't move his chopsticks again.

"It turns out that the amount of food of the gods is far beyond ordinary people~~~"

Looking at the gobbling goddess of death, Ron thought silently in his heart.

Since his memory has been greatly strengthened since he became a dragon,

A lot of miscellaneous things like recipes that Ron had seen on the Internet in his previous life also seemed to be engraved into his head, and as long as he remembered it, he played it back in his head like a video playback.

So when he was bored learning magic in the imaginary space, Ron occasionally tried to cook for himself.

After so many years of practice, although the taste is not as delicious as Vivian's cooking, it can barely be tasted.

"Because little Ron is so delicious, he can't stop."

Looking at the goddess of death with a happy expression on her face, Ron also somewhat understood why Vivien liked to watch herself eat so much.

There is indeed a sense of satisfaction when the food you make yourself is eaten by someone else and you look satisfied.

"Woo woo"

The goddess of death was eating, and suddenly stretched out a hand and puffed.

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched as he watched her botched performance.

"What's wrong with you?"

"When I think little Ron is about to leave, I can't eat these delicacies."

"This is the last breakfast"

She "hid her face and cried" while constantly stuffing food into her mouth.

Ron looked at her speechlessly.

Then you should stop that hand holding rice rolls!

Doesn't this guy know that pretending to cry while showing off food like this won't get other people's sympathy?

Like you, the feeling of sadness is completely diluted!

"What nonsense, aren't you leaving tomorrow, and I'll make you more delicious food tomorrow, right?"

"But I want to be every day."

The Goddess of Death blinks incessantly with her large Kazlan eyes and unleashes a "soul strike" on Ron.

"And"

Ron abruptly interrupted Death's words, causing her eyes to twinkle in anticipation of the answer.

"Huh?"

She waited, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes, waiting for him to say the next words.

Ron, on the other hand, subconsciously turned his head, as if he did not dare to look directly into the gaze of the goddess of death.

Outside the window, the white sea of true spirits swam slowly, splashing some thick soul appearances from time to time.

He pursed his lips and whispered reluctantly on his face:

"If I'm free, I'm probably. Will come to visit you once in a while. ”

"Really?"

Seeing that she didn't eat any food, she got up and ran to the goddess of death with a surprised look on her face.

Ron coughed awkwardly twice, emphasizing it again.

"Ahem, ahem, just occasionally! I can't come every day! ”

"Anyway, the power of protection is still quite full"

Before he could finish speaking, a fragrant wind wrapped in a warm body crashed into his arms.

"Great!"

The powerful impact was like the mud truck crashing head-on, knocking Ron to the ground directly, grinning in pain.

"Tap! Tap! ”

"Shhh Bone. It's broken! ”

Ron was thrown to the ground by the Goddess of Death's arms, wailing incessantly.

Fortunately, the goddess of death, who was in a state of extreme excitement, was still a little measured.

If it's really an all-out sprint.

Then I guess Ron may really have to stay here with her forever.

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By the time the goddess of death had eaten and drunk her fill, the time had come to the afternoon.

An emerald green dragon set off from the Tower of Death and sprinted eastward at a speed of 50,000 meters per second.

A small black dot could also be seen on his shoulder, which was the goddess of the rice bucket who had just finished breakfast and wanted to eat dinner.

Seeing that she was still unsatisfied, Ron thought that if it weren't for the fact that the stored ingredients were basically exhausted, it was estimated that she would be able to eat all day without stopping.

"Where are we going today?"

Ron exclaimed.

The wind is raging

Speaking at a high speed, if you don't speak loudly, you can't hear what you're saying clearly.

In the realm of the dead, his own realm of biological stance has completely failed.

This iridescent dragon's innate ability is somewhat similar to Superman in the comics, ensuring that when he lifts a very large object, he will not become a joke like slapping five holes.

In the main plane, even though Ron's speed is much faster than the speed of sound, due to the presence of the creature's position, his speech in flight will not affect the transmission of speech at all.

"Originally, I wanted to take you to the Upside Down Stone Realm to play, but there was a little problem in the Upside Down Stone Realm today, but I have already arranged for someone to solve it, and I will take you there next time you come."

The goddess of death smiled and leaned on Ron's shoulder, and said slowly.

Her voice is completely unfettered by the rules of physics, and every word feels like a whisper in her ear.

At this time, Ron had already turned into a dragon and went in the opposite direction to the meadow under the guidance of the goddess of death.

"And where are we going?"

"I thought about it for a while, before you leave, let's take you to see the [Eternal Fall Canyon]."

"Eternal Fall Canyon?"

Ron muttered, unlocking a new term.

The goddess of death smiled and nodded.

"Well, it's the opposite of the meadow."

"If the Grassland of the Afterlife is the gathering place where the fragments of beautiful memories that the true spirits value the most, then the Eternal Fall Canyon is the opposite of it, where many dark true spirit obsessions gather."

After listening to her story, Ron subconsciously touched his chin, and then complained:

"This place just sounds like a nuclear one."

He was a little eager to see what it was like.

After flying at full speed for more than three hours, the black area under Ron gradually began to change, and wisps of purple aura suddenly appeared in the black and white world.

"We're here."

The goddess of death looked at the huge crack in the far distance of her vision that slowly spewed purple mist, and said slowly.

Without her reminder, Ron had already sensed the different aura emanating from there.

He slowed down and slowly flew above the cracks, looking curiously at the gaping gaps.

"This is the Eternal Fall Canyon?"

Ron asked in a low voice.

Viewed from above, the entire Eternal Fall Canyon is a combination of five huge cracks, each of which spews out purple mist of different concentrations, and just looking at these mist makes people feel dizzy and subconsciously want to fall into it.

They were connected like a dragon's claw, and Ron and Death were at the center of this purple-black dragon's claw.

Ron's nearly 100-meter-long dragon body was like a small ant in front of these five huge canyons.

The goddess of death looked at the Eternal Fall Canyon with a complicated expression, nodded and said in a low voice:

"Yes, this is another transformation place in the multiverse, where many true spirits that even I don't want to swallow are discarded, and they are tortured by the will of death all the time, and finally suffer in the canyon before entering reincarnation."

"In the same way, this is also the source of the legend of the eighteen layers of hell, which is often referred to as it."

The goddess of death smiled and said to Ron while observing the surrounding scene:

"This is the gateway to another world, are you ready, little Ron?"

Her tone did not reveal a trace of uneasiness or excitement, as if discussing eating and drinking.

Although it was dangerous inside the Eternal Fall Canyon, it was as easy for her as it was to visit her own back garden.

Ron nodded, and his body gradually lowered into the gap between the five cracks.

After this period of cultivation, he was firm enough in his heart to believe that he could cope with any challenge.

Of course, having the goddess of death by his side is also a "insignificant" part of his faith~~~

It's just a billion points.

Through the huge skull canyon, Ron slowly flew deeper into the purple mist.

The environment here is extremely harsh, with mountains of white bones piled up, and the smell of death and evil everywhere.

If it weren't for the goddess of death sitting on Ron's shoulder, and all the aura of death consciously avoiding his body, I'm afraid that the protective power in Ron's body would not be enough to consume these abyss-like aura of death.

In the depths of the Eternal Fall Canyon are some wailing purple mist.

"These spirit-like things are also a type of true spirit, they are bound in the eternal fall canyon, constantly tormented by the breath of death, until the will is completely dissipated, and they will not enter reincarnation."

The goddess of death sat next to Ron and acted as a makeshift guide to explain to him.

Ron looked curiously at the spirits clinging to the canyon walls.

Some of the purple spirits at the top instantly ran away from Ron as if they had seen a ghost.

These guys don't seem to be like the unconscious true spirits of the True Spirit Sea and the Afterlife Grassland.

They seemed to retain some wisdom, and the moment they noticed Ron, they drifted away, hiding behind the rocks before daring to poke their heads out and peek at him quietly.

The main thing, of course, is to look at the goddess of death who sits gracefully on Ron's shoulder.

"These guys don't seem to be very hospitable, huh?"

The corners of Ron's mouth cracked, enjoying the gaze of this group of true spirits who had done countless things in their lifetimes.

"What do you see? Don't accept to bite me? ”

He changed his flight path from time to time, and the frightened group of purple true spirits screamed in horror while running away frantically.

Of course, there were also a few who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, cursing in a language that Ron didn't understand, and rushed at him.

This group of tormented and crazy true spirits are ready to join forces to capture this iridescent dragon who is the first to enter the Eternal Fall Canyon as a living person in an unknown number of years.

Some of them even had golden threads on their true spirits, and their speed and solidity were very different from those of other true spirits.

"Boom!"

The fate of these true spirits was naturally that all of them would turn into ashes under the white palm of the goddess of death.

With a clap of the little hand, reincarnation comes back~

"Those gold patterns are symbols of the true spirits of the gods after they fell, and these are just a few of the ones I shot dead outside the territory."

Seeing Ron's expressions of interest, the goddess of death grabbed the true spirits that had been running far away and were wrapped in gold wires to show him.

They were powerless in front of the goddess of death, and were lifted up in her hands like little chicks.

No matter if you were a god or a demon before, when you reach the realm of the dead, if you can survive for a second in the hands of the goddess of death, she will lose.

"By the way, this is the god you killed a few days ago, isn't it fate~"

The goddess of death said with a grin, pointing to a cloud of black-purple mist.

Its golden threads differed from those of other true spirits, forming the appearance of a giant beast with a large mouth devouring outside its body.

"Outer gods? I see."

Ron curiously observed the trembling mass of true spirit in his hand.

He tried to pinch the clumps of true spirits, but the condensed purple mist did not move in the dragon's claws.

These things looked soft as mist, and seemed to have no substance, but after actually holding it, Ron realized that it was so hard.

"Was this the thing that fought against me in the imaginary space?"

Ron looked at them and sighed.

The situation is really turning around.

The god who couldn't be killed no matter what, but now his body is trembling in his hands.

What a poor child, frightened at first sight.

To prevent him from doing this any longer, Ron turned to look at the goddess of death and tried to ask:

"Can you overtake it too? I don't feel comfortable looking at him, and I think of some not-so-good memories. ”

"Of course ~ as long as little Ron."

Before the goddess of death could finish speaking, Ron stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek twice.

Getting the skills of the Goddess of Death has been mastered by him in the two days of continuous "training" in the Tower of Death.

This was a great deal of joy for the goddess of death, and she directly gave a set of VIP slapping services to the desperate god spirit in Ron's palm.

The poor god god performed a violent death on the spot for Ron.

(End of chapter)