The soul that falls into rest will gradually eliminate the memory and soul impurities of the previous life in a slow spiral. The Mother of Masks just marks the soul of another person who has passed the test and has not been marked before, and then ignores it, leaving the two of them alone.

The soul returned and began to float in the long river of souls,

Although there are not many people marked in this way, there are still quite a few. Each one requires extra energy to deal with. Even the Mother of Masks has difficulty in taking care of both ends.

"Mirrorpaw, my daughter, come here."

The low Ouchen language echoed in the field, and the white-gray paths slowly disappeared.

The sheep spirit nodded and came to the feet of the Mother of Masks.

Compared with her mother, she was as small as an insignificant speck of dust, not even as tall as her mother's toes.

"Mother."

There was not much respect in the daughter's tone, but the mother's movements were extremely gentle.

Putting down her work, the mother of the mask deliberately freed up her left hand for her daughter. When her daughter jumped onto her left hand, she held it in front of her with a soft tone.

"Mirrorpaw, my favorite daughter, is as busy as you, which is rare to see."

Kneeling on one knee in the palm of the Mother of Masks, the sheep spirit lowered its head.

"Mom, I want to mark a soul that was just sent to me. Her name is Xiyue, and she is also a special soul that you have marked, mother."

The Mother of Masks did not agree directly.

"My daughter, her soul is being protected by [Evil Owl], you don't have to do anything extra."

The so-called [Void Spirit Evil Owl], in the form of a falcon, is the last mask spirit created by the Mother of Masks. It is also the nightmare of other mask spirits. Its main responsibility is to hunt down masks that have lost all their stories and legends and whose names have been forgotten.

spirit.

The Void Spirit Evil Owl is the existence that other masked spirits are most afraid of, and is the god of death among the gods of death.

Although the Void Spirit and Evil Owl are scary, and although the Sheep Spirit respects them, they are never afraid.

His expression remained unchanged, but Mirror Claw's tone was very firm.

"Xiyue's soul mark is the price for me to take back Duolong's soul. Mom, please give me Xiyue's soul."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing the unquestionable tone in Mirror Claw's tone, the Mother of Masks hesitated a little, but listened to Sheep Spirit continue.

"Mom, I have established a connection with the spirit from outside the territory, and Xiyue is the most important link. I cannot let all my efforts go to waste. Perhaps this spirit from outside the territory is the key to resisting the Lord of the Underworld."

Finally convinced the Mother of Masks, as the Mother of Masks unfolded her right hand, a light blue soul floated in the river of souls and landed in the palm of her hand. It vaguely had a face in the material realm, it was Xiyue.

The mark belonging to the evil owl was forcibly erased, and the Mother of Masks whispered.

"My daughter, I will leave her to you."

Nodding, Yangling jumped onto her right hand and planted her own Qianjue mark on Xiyue's soul.

In this way, her deal with the extraterrestrial soul was completed, and there was no need to continue to stay in the realm of the Mother of Masks. Her 'mother' was very busy, and so was she.

When Xiyue's soul returned to the Changhe River again, the sheep spirit said goodbye to the Mother of Masks, left the Mother of Masks' domain, and returned to the wasteland of the underworld.

Each teleportation will appear in a different location.

Different from the calm at the beginning, the wilderness of the underworld at this moment has a bit of a chilling atmosphere.

As soon as he came out, the sheep spirit raised the spiritual bow in his hand, bent it like a full moon, and shot three arrows directly into the distance.

Five underworld ghost knights wearing dark-style ancient armor and holding lances and halberds raised their one-handed bucklers indifferently. The knights rode ghostly human-faced horses refined from the souls of low-level slaves, forming the simplest formation.

The wedge-shaped cavalry formation launched a desperate attack on Yang Ling with the violent momentum of thousands of troops.

The horse's hooves lightly stepped on the loose soul sand, and the speed increased rapidly. It was obvious that the laws of the underworld were completely different from those of the material realm.

The three rebirth arrows, which can instantly kill any soul of the dead and seriously injure the consciousness of the living, successfully hit two ghost knights, and together with the ghostly human-faced horse under their crotches, their souls were scattered in a violent roar.

Another rebirth arrow was blocked by the leading plate cavalry general with a buckler. A wailing skeleton face appeared on the buckler, and then disappeared together with the rebirth arrow.

"It's the Eternal Hunting Twins. She's alone. Catch her! (Lachen language, born out of Ochen language, is an underworld language created by the underworld king Mordekaiser. After being castrated by the underworld king, he lost it.

Ou Chen's language has its own power laws, but it retains the function of allowing ghosts to communicate.)"

In just a few breaths, the tall ghost knight rushed in front of the sheep spirit and slashed the weapon in his hand. All movements were silent, but extremely oppressive.

With a roll to avoid the two soul lances and the leading lance euphorbia, the sheep spirit bent the bow again and shot three arrows.

The two ghost knights who didn't have time to turn their horses were hit in the back and were stunned. Only the cavalry general used his halberd to deflect the arrows flying toward his chest.

Seeing that his fellow warriors were dead and the possibility of defeating the messenger from the underworld was slim, the cavalry general raised his halberd high and burned his soul. His momentum surged and the men and horses turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the sheep spirit.

"The Avenue of Bones leads me in the direction of progress! The Skull Throne casts scarlet glory! The door of the Immortal Royal Court is wide open for me! The Dark Lord is watching my great achievements!

For the Dark Lord! For Mordekaiser!
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