traveler of time and space

This is simply an endless situation!

As Su Ziyu gradually understood some things, the murderous aura on his body became more and more intense, a gloomy aura made people seem to be out of breath, and even faint traces of electric current appeared on the surface of his body .In contrast, Hawkwood not far away seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, his pupils were slightly dizzy, and his expression was very depressed, but he still did not give up fighting, as if with a little extravagant hope, he waved again. The sword slashed at Su Ziyu in front of him, hoping that he could bring him even a little bit of damage.

clang!

The Meteor sword turned into a cold light and flew out. Su Ziyu stood on the spot without moving a step, but Hawkwood in front of him groaned in pain, and a palm holding the big sword fell directly. The sword hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Who told you my location?" The figure of Su Ziyu suddenly appeared in front of Hawkwood, hitting him like a bowed shrimp with a knee bump, and even a crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

pat.

Hawkwood's figure fell down, and then a foot stepped on his chest. That foot seemed to have a tremendous force, and he couldn't stand up even after struggling.

Is this the power of the Salary King?

It's terrible!

When he got serious, he didn't have the slightest power to resist.

Sure enough, those idiots in Chuan Huo Sacrificial Ground were just talking nonsense!How could a group of fireless embers defeat such a powerful Salary King?

"Who sent you here?" Su Ziyu frowned a little harder, the other party's pain seemed to be very weak, obviously his ribs were about to be broken, but he still didn't have much painful expression, at most That is to say, the face looks more depressed.

"Ahem." Hawkwood coughed a little at Su Ziyu's feet, and then said in a very low voice: "The Fire Sacrifice Ground."

"The Fireproof Lady predicted the coming of the King of Unknown Salary."

"Chuanhuo Sacrificial Ground, let us take your head back!...Ahem!...You have the brilliance of the king's soul!...The undead will always find you!..."

As he spoke, Hawkwood's aura in front of him gradually weakened, and before Su Ziyu could react, he died directly.

A faint blue light emerged.

When Su Ziyu reached out and touched the dim blue light, a row of reminders immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

——"A small group of messy souls (can be refined): This is a group of messy souls, which contain many different kinds of monsters. Undead people inhale these souls into their bodies to strengthen their own power through special rituals. Refining Then get 150 energy points."

Much better than the bishop who turned into a living corpse.

Su Ziyu put away the soul directly, then frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him. When the other party died, he felt that something was missing from the corpse.

Now it's troublesome!

He was actually locked by this plane to become the Salary King!

The glory of the king soul?

Could it be the radiance of divinity?

Now it is estimated that many undead people want his head, and he still has no idea what to do with Su Ziyu, but I am afraid that he has to think about it.

at the same time.

In an extremely ancient sacrificial field, a cluster of bonfires was lit in the center, with a strange spiral sword stuck on it, and five huge thrones directly above, but at this time, among these thrones, there were The sixth new throne has just been completed and sits right above the other five.

The entire sacrificial field was empty, as if there were not many living people in it.

At this time, beside the bonfire in the center, some faint ashes floated up, and not far away was a beautiful woman dressed like a nun, wearing a gorgeous silver-white eyepatch like a crown on her head , completely covering a pair of eyes, the smooth chin can vaguely see the shape of the face, it seems to be a very beautiful woman.

Fire girl.

Manager of Chuanhuo Sacrifice.

Beside the bonfire, amidst the drifting ashes, a humanoid silhouette gradually emerges.

The fire prevention girl who was standing quietly in the corner of the fire-passing sacrificial field turned her head slightly, as if to take a look, and then put it back again, bowing her head slightly as if she was praying.

"too frightening!"

"Too powerful!...This is not an enemy we can defeat at all!..."

Hawkwood's body gradually emerged beside the bonfire. His expression showed a trace of fear, and his expression became more and more frustrated. He murmured: "The King of Salaries cannot be defeated by ashes without fire at all!..."

"Fortunately, I have already prepared the means of suicide."

"If he kills me, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to be resurrected? I guess I'll just become an unconscious living corpse..."

He closed his eyes as if he was perceiving something, and murmured: "I can't die anymore!..."

"If I die again, I'm sure I'll really go crazy!...There's not much humanity left!...The ring of darkness will completely devour my soul!..."

Hawkwood sat in the corner of the fire-passing sacrificial field and muttered to himself. His original rather gorgeous equipment had disappeared, and what was left on him was only a thin gray dress that looked like ashes. It didn't look like real clothes, but rather the creation of some kind of magic, like his resurrected body by the campfire.

Da da da.

Hawkwood seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit. He sat half paralyzed and half crouched in a corner of the Fire Passing Sacrifice, exuding an extremely decadent and depressed temperament.

He didn't seem to want to go out anymore, and even had a plan to die here.

Da da da.

A sound of soft footsteps gradually approached.

Hawkwood had heard the footsteps a long time ago, it seemed to be a woman, because the footsteps were very soft, but he didn't bother to look up at all, just silent in his inner world, until the other person walked in front of him , he just looked up slightly.

a nun.

Also a fireless embers.

Hawkwood recognized at a glance that the other party was his own kind. This woman was wearing a gray-blue and white nun's attire, her fingers were very white and slender, her feet were walking on the ground naked, and a thin slivers were wrapped around her waist. Her silver-gray chains and gray-black headgear cover most of her face, and only a face with soft contours but a very indifferent expression can be seen. There seems to be a faint light in her calm pupils. Holding a huge sickle in the other hand, the icy cold light almost touched Hawkwood's neck.

The nun said in a very calm and soft voice: "Have you met the unknown king?"

"How is his strength?"

Hawkwood frowned and looked up at the other party, and said mockingly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sister Friede from Londore." The pretty-faced nun bowed slightly, as if she was very polite. She probably had received a fairly good education before, and she calmly said, "I'm looking for that An unknown salary king!..."

A ray of cold light passed by.

When the nun flicked the huge sickle, the invisible white ripples directly tore the air.

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