"Come with me to meet the black dragon."

"Is it the black dragon who plans to exchange information for entering world 1666?"

"Exactly."

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said: "The sword you made just now was good, and I am doing business in partnership, and you have protected my men, so you are qualified to see with me what information the black dragon will bring."

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"good."

Wu Xiaode sat down again.

"According to your prophecy, a black dragon will die in our world today, right?" the middle-aged man said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaode said.

"That's why you threw our Gagastave out to keep her out of our world for the time being, lest she die?"

"correct."

"I really don't understand you prophecy magicians. Now let's take a look at that black dragon."

The middle-aged man began to chant a spell.

Wu Xiaode was just sitting on the sofa calmly, but when the other party chanted the spell, he suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

What's wrong?

The Book of the Dead opened quietly, revealing the page of "Wall of Sighs".

An ominous mist burst into the sky from the deep black wall.

...there is danger approaching.

What could it be?

Could it be that black dragon?

Wu Xiaode squinted his eyes, turned his hand, and grasped the desolate sword.

"Lend me your magical power."

He thought silently in his mind.

As soon as Huang Jian and Wu Xiaode's thoughts came into contact, they immediately released an invisible force that instantly enveloped his whole body.

——The eternal warrior body activates!

"Eternal Terracotta Body: Transform the sword holder into some kind of existence from endless years ago, which is not limited by all the laws of today."

Wu Xiaode's body shape changed rapidly, gradually turning into a body similar to a ceramic vessel, still sitting on the sofa without moving.

He gently placed the desolate sword on his knees and became highly concentrated.

At this time, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and whispered: "Come in!"

There was a flash of void.

I saw a woman with dark flames all over her body walking out.

Ge Jia Si Ta Fu!

Another Gagastave!

It's just that her brows were full of anger, and her whole body exuded a vague murderous intention. She stood there like a ghost full of resentment.

"The second floor of the underground palace is yours." The middle-aged man said.

"It should have been like this a long time ago. Status should be given to those who are worthy and powerful." Gejia Stafu sneered.

"The information you promised can now be revealed." the middle-aged man said.

Ge Jia Si Ta Fu glanced at Wu Xiao De.

"It's okay, just tell me." the middle-aged man said.

"In our world, all human beings must be cultivated to have soul power, so that they have some powerful strength - in this way, their souls will be valuable to eat and can provide us with more energy."

Ge Jia Si Ta Fu said.

"It's completely meaningless to do this, because we can't escape from the prison of crime." The middle-aged man said calmly.

Gejiastafu said: "But the demon gods in our world are generally stronger than you."

"Among the demon gods in your world, you are the only one standing in front of me alive - if you also want to die, I can make it happen for you now," the middle-aged man said.

Gejia Stafu endured it and growled: "Forget it, what I want to say is - ah!!!"

She suddenly burst out into a scream.

The boundless darkness soared from behind her, and a pale, eyeless face appeared in mid-air, looking down at the middle-aged man and Wu Xiaode.

The middle-aged man sneered, raised his hand and said:

"So you're possessed - what the hell is this."

An ice spike appeared in his hand.

But the next moment——

He froze in place, unable to move at all.

The pale, eyeless face trembled slightly, and the surrounding void suddenly grew rapidly expanding black muscles, bones, and bodies, supporting the face.

monster……

This is a monster Wu Xiaode has never seen before!

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Three muffled sounds.

The monster's three legs landed on the ground, walked out from behind the black dragon, looked down at the middle-aged man, and grinned.

Its face looks a bit like a human's, its nose is like a sharp horn, and its mouth is grinning all the way down to its ears. It looks indescribably weird.

"It's strange. It's obviously near here, but we haven't found the target."

The monster stretched out a pitch-black sharp bony finger and pressed it on the middle-aged man's forehead.

"die!"

Just as the monster was about to take action, a sword light flew from behind.

It disappeared from the spot in a flash, appeared behind Wu Xiaode who had just brandished his sword, grabbed him, put him in front of his nose and sniffed him.

"Ah...how nostalgic it is, this is the taste of the last era."

"But it's not the target I'm looking for."

The monster threw it away regretfully——

boom!

Wu Xiaode was thrown out by it, causing a big hole in the ground.

The monster seemed a little uninterested and said to the middle-aged man: "Come here."

The middle-aged man found that he had regained his mobility.

He was about to muster the strength to take action, but was gently grabbed by the opponent and held directly in front of him.

"I remember that I taught every parallel world how to make the 'God of Death'. Why didn't you make it?"

the monster asked sharply.

"I think it's very dangerous," the middle-aged man said.

"Really? It just requires your strength to build it, and it will also make you feel dangerous?" the monster said.

"I don't understand its true principle," the middle-aged man said.

"Hmm... that's right. In billions of parallel worlds, it's very rare for you to be as alert as you are." The monster put him down casually and stood there deep in thought.

Wu Xiaode jumped out of the pit, poured all his soul power into the long sword, and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you anyway? What are you looking for?"

The monster glanced at him, sighed with nostalgia, and said with a sharp smile: "Hehe, I'm looking for the person who has awakened the power of death. He is the key to my true escape - haven't you been looking for them all these years?

him?"

It raised its head and looked into the far-reaching void.

"My God of Death... was made more than 175 million times by demon gods in various parallel worlds. One of them should have come into contact with the person who awakened the power of death."

"I'm aware of this."

"I thought that person would be in your world, but you didn't even create the God of Death."

"So he's not in your world."

"Look, for such a simple thing, I still have to waste time here."
To be continued...