Wu Xiaode just felt that he had lost his center of gravity and he floated up.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

In the dark and dark sea, nothing can be seen.

Is it actually the sea?

Wu Xiaode reached out and pinched the sea water gently.

No, this is not sea water.

Because of the cold touch and the suffocation that cannot breathe, this place looks like the ocean.

This feeling is like the hallucination that I had developed after being conquered by the ladder of the sacrificial arts in the capital cathedral.

——Where is this?

While Wu Xiaode was confused, he suddenly saw the book of the dead unfolding in front of his eyes, showing lines of small ice crystal words:

"Please note."

"This is the world of passage from life to death."

"You are in the middle of life and death, but thanks to the leprechaun exploration, you are about to go to a certain middle-level gathering point."

The next moment—

Bang!

Wu Xiaode fell heavily to the ground.

He immediately got up, shot out, drilled directly into the fog, and quietly drifted away.

It was not until he left the distance of hundreds of meters that he stopped, stood in the silent fog, and looked back.

really.

A huge figure fell heavily to the ground, smashing a shallow pit.

Thanks to the fairy's teleportation technique, the huge spider demon was brought to this "interlayer world" by himself.

"Death" is still attached to the Spider Demon!

So.

Can it still harvest Zhao Zhibing?

You release magic in one world and want to take effect in another world-

This seems to be a bit inappropriate.

Wu Xiaode pulled a curve into the corner of his mouth, retreating step by step, staring at the giant demon spider.

"Come out! Despicable guy!"

The demon spider let out a low roar.

mean?

Wu Xiaode narrowed his eyes.

If I can beat you, I will beat you. Why do I have to work so hard to team up with you for adventure?

"Where did you teleport me? Get out and talk!" The demon spider roared irritated and restlessly.

Wu Xiaode inserted his pocket and slowly retreated backwards.

At this moment, his heart was filled with joy and even wanted to whistle.

Considering that his soul power has been reduced to zero.

He held back.

He wanted to find a knife to come out again, and let the dirty demon hand hold it to stab the spider in the throat.

Considering that both of my knives were broken.

He held back again.

Forget it, as this "God of Death" said, what exactly is this place?

Wu Xiaode looked around.

The sky is black.

The place where I stood was a rocky wilderness.

No grass grows on the ground.

The cracks in the rocks are full of rotten skeletons.

From time to time, some glowing things flashed by in the sky.

The cold wind kept blowing under the gloomy lead clouds.

After a while.

Cold rain spills from the sky.

Wu Xiaode stretched his neck and looked into the distance, and could vaguely see a city with bright lights at the end of the night.

Is there a city?

The Book of the Dead records many things. Do you have any comments on this brand new world?

Wu Xiaode stretched out his hand—

The Book of the Dead suddenly fell down, and opened in front of his eyes, showing lines of small ice crystal words:

"Current World: Land of Holy Names."

“This is a gathering point for humans.”

"You can't leave this world."

"Unless your soul power reaches 20 points, participate in the camp trial of 20 points of soul power and successfully gain recognition."

"If that happens, this book can use the coordinate recognition of the trial to let you leave the interlayer and return to the previous world after the trial."

Very good.

If you can't go back, can't you go back either?

Wu Xiaode stared at the mourners from a distance.

It moved its eight legs and slowly turned it in place, as if it was observing the changes around it.

After a while.

A phantom emerged from it.

It was a monster in a ragged black robe.

There are a row of eyes on each cheek on both sides, each of which is different.

On the front of the head was a large mouth, and countless fangs were protruding out of the mouth.

Long thorns like flesh and whiskers grow out of the body and dance with the wind.

One by one, the dead souls were hung in the air with long thorns and unable to move.

The dead souls looked desperate, as if they were suffocating, and they all opened their mouths, as if they were wailing silently.

--grim Reaper.

The god of death escaped the mourners of the soul and quietly fell to the ground.

It quietly observed the surroundings without moving for a moment.

After a few breaths, it stabbed a long thorn into the mourners of the soul.

The soul mourner immediately spits silk threads and outlines lines of large characters:

"I know you are nearby, so let's shake hands and make peace for the time being and face the world together."

"Please come out and meet me."

Wu Xiaode looked at it silently, but ignored it at all.

I am not a fool.

Time passes slowly.

The god of death stood there without moving, looking a little confused.

Too.

It is the "God of Death" created by the demons. What else can you do besides harvesting valuable souls?

There is no mission goal here!

More importantly—

It has not left the world.
To be continued...