The man wearing the bone crown raised his hands and pressed them down to signal everyone to quiet down.
"Everyone, I actually made a major discovery." He said.
"What discovery?" someone asked.
"There were several gaps in the picture, and it shifted to the sky," the man said.
"It does seem like there are a few moments," another responded, "but so what?"
The man smiled, with an evil look on his face, and said in a low voice: "You all know that my Eye of True Seeing has evolved to the fifth stage, so naturally I saw a monster that you can't see -"??
?.
"I don't know its name."
"Now please take a look and see if anyone recognizes it."
He waved his hand.
Rays of pale light condensed in the void, transforming into the appearance of a battlefield selector.
This is a huge human face.
Its eyes were completely black, with no pupils or whites. It just looked down at the earth, with countless dark runes etched on its face. From a distance, it looked like a candle emitting black light.
.
The strong men standing at the top of the necromancy spell looked at this monster quietly, lost in thought.
For a while.
The man with the bone crown said: "As we all know, when we summon the undead, we have to pay a lot of huge prices, and sometimes we even have to sell our own souls, but this is not important."
"The important thing is-"
"The undead almost never talk to us about the kingdom of death."
"They don't allow us to pry into their mysteries."
"So for countless years—"
"The knowledge we have of the Realm of Death is extremely limited, and secrets are rarely shared between the various schools."
The man turned his hand.
A pale booklet appeared in his hand.
"If anyone can tell the secret of this monster, I promise to let him read the 'Pale Book' of our skeleton department, 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.
"That was fifteen hundred years ago. Once, I summoned an undead knight to help me face an ambush - in fact, when I first became a necromancer, this undead knight was mine.
Comrade-in-arms, so I trust him very much."
"Go on, my respected friend," the man said.
The black shadow continued: "During that difficult battle, I summoned it, but it said it came to say goodbye to me."
"I'm very surprised, because the contract between him and me lasts for 30,000 years, and there is no reason for it to be interrupted suddenly."
"I asked him."
"He said--"
"In a war in the Kingdom of Death, he was selected by the 'Battlefield Selector' and was about to be completely devoured by an extremely great being, without any room for resistance."
"I said why don't you know how to hide?"
"He looked very bitter at that time, shook his head and said something -"
"——'Who can see the Chosen One above the battlefield? Very few people even know about it. As long as you are good enough, you will not escape the fate of being devoured in the end.'"
After the black shadow finished speaking, he sighed and stopped talking.
Everyone was silent.
The man wearing the bone crown mused: "So, the war we see is actually a 'prey' in the true sense."
"Based on my understanding of the undead, I very much agree with your point of view." The black figure said.
This summons is a one-time event.
Their own safety is also guaranteed!
"What a good idea! As expected, there is always a mountain as high as a mountain. Although some people's lives are not good, it does not mean that their standards are poor."
Wu Xiaode sighed.
He stood up, stretched, and prepared to act according to the plan.
suddenly.
A line of small words in ice crystal appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"Through your live broadcast, those extremely powerful gang masters gradually learned the news."
"More and more people are quitting the underworld now."
"This phenomenon occurs in every world."
"This matter has far-reaching implications and will greatly change the rules of conduct for people at the bottom of civilization."
"Through this holy act, you have gained two points of merit."
"Are you willing to share these merits with the artifact 'Chixiao' on your body?"
Wu Xiaode read it quickly and said without hesitation:
"share."
joke.
Wu Xiaode has known this rule of conduct for a long time.
When walking around the world, those who die the quickest are often not the cruel ones.
——Those who eat alone die the fastest and the most miserably.
Who would want to hang out on the street if they could live a good life?
Since you are wandering in the Tao, you basically have to go all out, and even do some things with your head in mind.
——What do you want?
Isn’t it just asking for some money to live by?
As a result, some people are eating alone among 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 on many worlds, and the result is only two points of merit.
Otherwise, why do powerful spirits immediately come to help as soon as merit is given as a reward for entrustment?
The merit is really too valuable.
But compared to merit, what I care more about is the Chixiao Sword.
The power of the Red Sky Sword is simply unimaginable!
——Who can get a sword that constantly refreshes its skills?
Such a sword was unheard of.
If we could have a good relationship with each other like Crow and White Tiger, wouldn't it be a win-win situation?
Lines of small words in ice crystals appeared before Wu Xiaode’s eyes:
"You gave your merits to Chixiao Sword."
"You each gain a little merit."
"Your current merit is: 6."
Collect all the fine print.
The lazy voice of Chixiao Sword suddenly sounded: "Hey, any merit has been recorded? Xiao Wu, you are too polite."
"Needless to say, if it weren't for your 'immortal fate', I wouldn't have been able to obtain these merits. It's just what I should share with you." Wu Xiaode said.
"Okay." Chi Xiaojian said.
It didn't say much, but Wu Xiaode didn't care either.
It's still a long time.
Over time we see people's hearts.
He stood up, stretched out his body, and said to the rotten boy:
"Don't move around here. I'll go reconnoiter the situation and be back soon."
"Go ahead, brother."
The rotten boy was fiddling with his brand new scimitar and said without raising his head.
Wu Xiaode's body flashed and he ran out. He didn't start to accelerate slowly until he was a little far away from the woods.
The boundless magical mist of silence surged over him.
He crossed the rolling mountains at extremely fast speeds and climbed to the highest peak.
boom--
Countless magical mist shrouded in all directions.
All living beings fell into the magic mist and were immediately obscured from observation by the outside world.
"Book of the Dead."
Wu Xiaode gave a light drink.
The thick book opened immediately, 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 growled;
"Going to kill someone?"
It motioned for Wu Xiaode to sit on its back.
——After going through life and death, Bai Hu’s attitude seemed to be more affectionate.
Wu Xiaode sat on it, patted its head gently, and whispered:
"Go to the most bloody place on the battlefield."
Bai Hu cast his gaze into the void, 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.
Bai Hu's eyes flashed and he whispered: "That's right. You have passed the devil's test. How can you have any problems in front of these rubbish?"
It rushed forward and suddenly disappeared into the mist.