When he realized that he was in a space where time stood still, Yin Dong's eyes became strange: "Isn't it possible to hang up here for ten thousand years, cultivate to the holy realm... and then go out?"

The mysterious shell made him look down upon him - after ten thousand years of cultivation, you are just in a holy realm?

"You didn't hear me add the two words above!" Yin Dong said with a smile. The next second, his smile fell.

The mysterious shell directly poured a bucket of cold water on it - cultivation requires time to settle. When time stands still, you can only accumulate insights. You still have to wait until you are out and then gradually improve yourself. Don't think about the good thing of reaching the sky in one step. You are so beautiful.

!

Yin Dongpi Ya.

This cheating shell, can’t you make him happy for two more seconds?

The mysterious shell urges you - don’t blame me for not reminding you, there is a dead soul that can travel between two worlds. Don’t be fooled to death, you don’t even know how you died!

"You're kidding... Ah, Mr. Beike, you wouldn't have warned me earlier!" Yin Dong wailed, feeling a cold hand penetrate from his back, grabbing his heart, and a sharp pain hit him.

It’s over!

It's dead now!

Huh? Why am I not dead?

Yin Dong's mood was ups and downs. He rushed from the abyss of despair to the paradise of hope. He quickly grabbed back with his fingers like eagle claws. He grabbed a ball of something, but it seemed like he had caught nothing. Then, there was nothing more.

…

From the depths of his mind, a powerful devouring force came from his fingertips, as if there was air flowing in, directly into the mysterious space deep in his mind.

"Boss Shell, what is that... Damn it! Isn't that the energy of the undead? What about me? What am I now? Bah, I am not a thing. Uh, what the hell is wrong!"

Yin Dong's speech was incoherent for a moment, and he was in a state of confusion.

Mysterious Shell was in a happy mood, and did not mind his verbosity. He answered all questions - you are absorbing the energy of the dead, yes, the one who wants to sneak attack you. As for you, there is no doubt that you must be in a soul state, and indeed you are not.

something.

Yin Dong seriously suspected that this cheating Shell took the opportunity to scold him, but there was no evidence, so he had no choice but not to pursue it... Well, in fact, there was no point in pursuing it, and there was nothing he could do with the mysterious Shell.

However, the talk about the state of the soul is so scary!

In other words, it is not his body that has entered this weird space, but his soul. That weird undead spirit is so terrifying that it can force his soul out of his body?

It’s scary to think about it!

Yin Dong swallowed his saliva and asked tremblingly: "Master Shell, can my blood dragon claws and other things still be used in the soul state?"

Mysterious Shell doesn’t want to answer, but even if you answer such a retarded question, what the hell do you think a master is? A novice elf?

When he didn't get an answer, Yin Dong didn't give up, or he wanted to talk to relieve the fear in his heart.

"Master, I can't seem to absorb any energy even though I'm running my skills. What's going on?"

In response to this question, the mysterious shell cursed that iron cannot become steel - I have already said that time here stands still and can only be comprehended, not improved. How could it be possible for you to swallow energy?

Yin Dong was unconvinced: "Didn't I just swallow the energy of a dead spirit?

Don’t think you’re trying to fool me just because you didn’t go to college!”

The mysterious shell sighed - is that the energy of the undead that you devoured? You just stuck your hand in the neck of the undead. The rest was all done by this master. Can you please stop taking the credit and try to show off?

is that so?

A flash of confusion flashed in Yin Dong's eyes, maybe, it seemed, maybe it was like this!

Forget it, this is not the point!

Yin Dong put aside those messy thoughts and asked the key point: "Master Shell, how many dead souls like just now are there in this space?"

The mysterious shell seems to have touched some distant memory, and the tone is a little sad - how much? Not much!

Why does this word sound so familiar?

Yin Dong remembers learning it in a junior high school textbook. However, this is not the point. The point is that it seems to say that there are not many weird undead spirits. If there are not many, then it is not the only one.

In this weird space, there are also such weird undead spirits.

He must eliminate this weird thing, otherwise how could Xiaobao and Chen Gang prevent it?

Yin Dong quickly let go of his senses and spread them in all directions, sensing the dead spirits... the cold and strange aura they carried.

"Damn it! Master Shell, you can't sense that undead spirit at all. Even the cold breath is fleeting and there's no time to catch it? It's completely different from the undead spirits outside. What on earth are these?

What the hell?"

Yin Dong looked around, but couldn't see or feel anything. He was a little confused.

The mysterious shell explained it - you can think of this kind of undead spirit as the shadow state of the undead spirit, which can directly enter the material world and wander around the edge of the material world. When they appear in the material world, their images are formed by projection.

's reflection.

Yin Dong continued to spread his perception, covering a range of 100 meters around him, and continued to expand, and his mouth was not idle: "What? Since they can't appear in the material world, how can they drag me down?"

Are you coming?"

Regarding this issue, the mysterious shell is gloating - you are seeking death and have entered the node where the edge of the material world is connected with the shadow space. If it doesn't drag you, who will it drag?

Before Yin Dong could have any more questions, a cool breath accompanied by a paper-cut figure appeared in his perception again, less than a foot behind him, without any fluctuation.

This undead spirit had the shape of a woman. The pair of large weapons on its chest almost touched his shoulders, and its hand also grabbed the back of his head.

Yin Dong wanted to hide, but it was too late!

He felt it clearly. The hand inserted into the back of his head like lightning, the speed exceeded the speed of light, and his body was unable to react at all...

Dead?

No, I’m still not dead!

Yin Dong once again experienced rushing from the abyss of despair to the paradise of hope. The feeling was really indescribable.

It seemed that in the soul state, there were no fatal parts of his body. It was the same. The undead hand penetrated the back of his head, and he felt an unbearable pain, but he did not die.

If you don't die, it won't matter!

What are you afraid of when it hurts? Men, don’t be timid, just do it!

Yin Dong immediately felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He used his claws with his backhand and did not notice where his hand was rubbing on the body of the undead.

The pumped water poured into the mysterious space deep in his mind.
Chapter completed!