Time goes back a little bit.

The light smoke and mist followed the undercurrent constructed by the Death Messenger, briefly blinding Huo Yuhao's senses, and then swaying, turning into a long needle, directly plunging into the sea of his spirit.

As long as he enters the sea of spirits, the Death Messenger can control Huo Yuhao's consciousness, enter the command to recognize him as the master, or leave some hints that are not very good, such as blowing himself up when Xuan Lao finds him or something.

Definitely a big hidden surprise!

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would be calculated successfully.

It's a pity that Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea is far more profound and mysterious than he imagined!

As soon as the long needle pierced, it was beaten by the firewall erected by Tianmeng, not to mention, but fortunately, it fell into the sphere of influence of a terrorist sleeping quietly in the corner, and the familiar aura that emanated from the groggy sky directly woke up the heads of the three giants who lived peacefully in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea!

"Ah, it's so familiar that it makes the soul shudder."

"Big bug, little scorpion, this time the old man will ask the big man to seize your highlight moment, this belongs to the breath of death, the old man can not be more familiar with it."

"It's just a little corpse witch, and he dares to do something to the little guy who is blessed by the old man. Extinguish it. ”

The gray clouds that Electrolux was in suddenly exuded a momentum that even the Ice Emperor of Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm could not see, and a kind of vicissitudes of artistic conception that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world was surrounded by misty grayness, and suddenly spread in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea.

Huo Electrolux Yuhao suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that Huo Yuhao's eyes, who were originally blank, suddenly burst into a gray with the meaning of silence, the gray was deep, the gray was thorough, and he looked at each other, as if he would be completely seen through, which made people feel frightened and frightened.

A pure and thorough death aura invaded directly from the left shoulder of the Death Messenger along the palm he had slapped, and the old voice sounded faintly: "Oh you, are you asking me?" ”

The Messenger of Death felt as if he was covered by an unknown shadow, his heart was shocked, and he looked back in horror, when he saw Huo Yuhao who was smiling indifferently, his face suddenly became whiter than the snow in winter, and his eyes were full of confusion and fear.

The momentum has changed!

This kid has changed both his momentum and temperament!

"Who are you, you, you? You can't be the kid of the second ring! He shouted loudly, but it had a little bit of a bad smell.

"You're wrong, I'm him, but I'm not him."

The corners of the gray-eyed Yu Hao's lips slightly hooked up a meaningful smile, and in the next second, a gray soul ring actually replaced his two white rings that looked "pitiful", slowly rising from under his feet.

"Twin, twin martial spirits?!" The Grim Reaper muttered, "No, no, how could your soul ring be gray?" ”

The gray soul ring is still climbing upward.

"Are you also a Soul Master?" The Messenger of Death stared at the strange gray soul ring, and inexplicably felt a sense of suffocation.

He subconsciously took a step back, looked away, and then shook his head as if comforting himself: "Even you are an evil soul master, a mere one ring, and even a second-ring kid who goes up to the sky, why dare you pretend to be a ghost in front of my death messenger!" ”

The more he said, the more he affirmed his thoughts, and then glanced at the gray-eyed Yu Hao viciously, and snorted coldly: "For the sake of fellow evil soul masters, this envoy, as the spokesperson of the god of death, the most loyal and fearless messenger of Lord Death, will give you a chance." As long as you are willing to surrender, it is not impossible to give you a chance to live! ”

As he spoke, he lifted the cloak on his head, revealing a face like a skeleton, not completely white bones, and a very thin film squirming on it, as if he had picked up someone's face the day after tomorrow and pressed it, wrinkled, although it was not a skeleton, it was even more terrifying than a skeleton!

A pair of eyes that seemed to be embedded in the bones still emitted a faint green light, which was full of complete cruelty and threat: "Otherwise, hum - see the twelve corpse slaves behind the envoy, their yesterday will be your today!" ”

However, how could Yi Lao be intimidated by his words?

"I don't know what an evil soul master is."

"But the Grim Reaper? It's up to you. Also worthy? He sneered, as if he had heard some big joke, and his eyes showed contempt,"

Although the old man is washed by the torrent of time, he can't remember the past.

But—

The throbbing that lurks in the depths of the old man's soul tells me that if I want to, it's just death, so what's the difficulty?

And you, just a little corpse witch who has a bad mind, who has gone a different way under indiscriminate cultivation, I don't know how you came into contact with undead magic, and you haven't even been able to step a little further, and you have already sacrificed your own flesh and blood as a sacrifice in exchange for life, and you are also worthy of being called the messenger of death?

What's more, the reason why God is called a god, even if it is a god of death, the ability is also a decisive light, unless the god is deviant and becomes a demon with a thought.

So, your bloody methods of pickling and filth, tarnishing, but the reputation of Lord Death that you have in mind, well--the old man will barely work hard, let you feel what is called the purification of death! ”

A thick color of ridicule came to his face!

"Bastard! You're, how dare you comment on Lord Death! The great evil soul master swears to Lord Death that he will never let you go as an insult to the gods! What necromancy! What a corpse witch! Blasphemers deserve to go to hell forever! ”

The Messenger of Death roared angrily, the green veins on his forehead looming, and the green glow in the skeleton's eyes was even brighter.

The soul power suddenly exploded, and the dead qi that invaded his body was actually dispersed for a moment under this sudden counterattack, Huo Yuhao's gray eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but this trace of death was originally pinched from the air by him, and it was not a pity.

The Death Messenger didn't care whether Yi Lao was surprised or not.

His ten fingers flew and grabbed in the void, and the third soul ring on his body suddenly lit up!

Twelve silver-black silk threads suddenly flew out of his fingertips, and without beating around the bush, they directly sank into the back of the heads of the twelve corpse slaves!

"Look—"

The twelve corpse slaves suddenly opened their eyes!

If you look closely, their pupils are beating with the same green pupils as the Messenger of Death!

Faintly, it seemed that some purple-black air currents were spreading outward from their eyes, but when they closed their eyes and opened their eyes, it seemed that they had just looked at each other, which was really evil!

As soon as Huo Yunche woke up, he saw such a scene, and in an instant, even the sleepiness and pain seemed to be directly dispelled.

Meow a cat, what's going on? Which family member can explain it to her?!