"you!"

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Li Shuangshuang's little dog teeth creaked.

She looked at Lin Cheng and felt that this guy was serious.

This bastard.

If she was caught in front of her mother... she would go crazy.

In order to preserve his dignity, Li Shuangshuang tried her best to think about the knowledge she had learned in the University of Spell.

She remembered that the monster in the black fog mentioned His name just now.

“Iberis.”

Iberis, the god of death in European mythology, was named Despair, the former Archangel, possessed the person of Seraph and Wisdom Angels, and was the commander of the group of angels.

He was punished to wander around the world and eat people's souls after he refused to lead the guard angels to serve mankind and said the blasphemy saying, "How can the son of fire be worshipped by the son of earth?"

"I remember that the god of death Iberis was killed by the magician of Yinlong Dynasty a thousand years ago, and then split into twenty-three clones."

"These death clones wander around the world to collect souls."

"The monster in the black fog should be one of the wandering gods of death."

Li Shuangshuang remembers that the professor in the course "Forbidden Technique Defense Class" mentioned a forbidden Technique that is widely circulated around the world - the God of Death Exchange Day.

Release the exchange day of the Death God, this forbidden technique can make a wish to the wandering Death God with life.

The more greedy a wish, the more life it consumes.

After the life span is exhausted, the wandering god of death will hold a sickle in his hand, and take away the soul of the wisher like harvesting ripe wheat.

There is another way to make the wandering god of death appear in advance, that is, a wish that the god of death cannot be realized!

Li Shuangshuang's wolf ears stood up, and she raised her little face from Lin Cheng's arms and looked at him and said:

"If you just want to pull that guy out of the black fog, try to make a wish to Him."

"What wish?" Lin Cheng asked.

"Make a wish that God of Death cannot achieve." Li Shuangshuang said.

"That's simple."

Lin Cheng put the little wolf girl on the ground and looked at the god of death in the black fog and said:

"Iberis, please satisfy my wish."

The sharp and harsh voice of the God of Death in the black fog sounded:

"Make your wishes, mortals, you can make any wishes to the great Iberis with your soul."

"In the scope of matter or non-material, I can satisfy any fantasy of you!"

Lin Cheng smiled, "I wish Iberis the God of Death to be my food."

After his words fell, the dark and ink-like fog instantly swallowed him.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and countless wailing sounds of resentful spirits came from the fog.

The sound of chains sounded, and the wandering god of death walked towards him with a forced cold.

Lin Cheng felt the cold breath of the grave on his back. As his blood was about to condense, his heart beat violently, and the hot blood of the gluttonous blood rushed into his blood vessels, dispelling the chill with the aura of the dead.

"Hey hey hey," Lin Cheng said indignantly, "Mr. Death, this is what you said yourself. In the scope of material or non-materiality, you can satisfy any of my fantasies, but what are you doing now?

"Are you ready to cheat?

"I think I look honest, so I'm easy to bully, right?"

A sharp and harsh voice sounded in the black mist, "You have no life left to pay for this wish,"

A skeleton slowly floated in the black fog.

The skeleton was wearing a torn black cloak, and its white bone wings were spreading behind him.

His pale bone claws held a sickle with a weird shape.

A chain is connected to the shank of the sickle.

The chains are very long, and they grow far into the black fog. The parts hanging on the ground rubbed and made a rustling sound.

This is completely the image of the God of Death in Western mythology.

Green ghost fires were dancing in the skull of the wandering god of death.

He waved the giant scythe of the God of Death at Lin Cheng.

Two hooks with chains stretched out from the black fog.

The hook filled with the breath of death pierced through Lin Cheng's chest covered by Taotie patterns, and the hot blood dripped from the tip of the hook into a red stream.

"Damn it! It hurts a little!"

Lin Cheng had a bitter face.

"This time I lost a lot. Before the little wolf girl could see through her, she was first stabbed out by a pervert."

Lin Cheng complained that when he was about to pull out the pair of iron hooks that penetrated his chest, the third hook pierced his abdomen.

His complaints were still in his stomach and he cursed silently.

The cold breath of death tried to erode his body, but was stopped by the blood of Taotie.

The two collided violently in his body and devoured each other.

Taotie's blood briefly gained the upper hand, but the fourth and fifth iron hooks arrived, turning the situation around.

The fourth and fifth iron hooks cut into Lin Cheng's hands.

The last sixth iron hook penetrated Lin Cheng's head.

The ends of the six iron hooks are connected to the black iron chain carved with rust-green curse patterns.

The chains were dragged and tightened, hanging Lin Cheng in mid-air.

The god of death opened his bone claws to Lin Cheng and made the final judgment:

"The greedy one has nothing!"

The six chains vibrate at the same time, resonating in the air, and the alchemy realm from Iberis, the god of death, took shape.

Lin Cheng felt an invisible force squeezing his body.

The Taotie pattern on the outer layer of his body was first broken, and then his bones made a heart-pounding sound.

The severe pain invaded his soul.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

This is God.

It is different from Skur, the Sun-Chasing Wolf in the Remnant Soul.

Although it's just a clone,

As the most powerful of the twenty-three clones of the God of Death Iberis

The power of the wandering god of death, who inherited about one-fifth of its original body, is extremely terrifying.

Lin Cheng felt that his soul was leaving his body eroded by the aura of the dead.

After the soul left his body, he saw the wandering god of death's eyes beating with ghost fire. It contained endless greed.

Lin Cheng inherited the power of the ancient Taotie King, and his soul has an indescribable attraction to the soul collector of the God of Death, such as the God of Death.

The wandering god of death has harvested tens of thousands of souls in the world for thousands of years, and no one is as good as Lin Cheng.

He couldn't wait to include Lin Cheng's soul in his collection.

"Do you just want my soul?"

Lin Cheng laughed.

Taotie is the embodiment of greed and has an extremely sensitive sense of greed.

He smelled the strong smell of greed from the god opposite him.

"Greedy, nothing?"

"With this hidden rule, you deliberately don't say it."

"How many souls have you, a profiteer, deceived you, by relying on this hidden rule?"

"You are even more greedy than me."

Lin Cheng's consciousness communicates with the formless world.

That world was originally empty.

Greed from the world penetrates into the formless world and turns into a formless snake with no eyes, no nose, no ear, no scale, no hands and feet, no brain.

The formless snakes devour each other in the formless world.
To be continued...