Chapter 57 Sacrifice(2/2)
Wu Xiaode simply pulled out the Dream Blade and drew a rectangle along the hollow wall.
He grabbed the concave and convex place on the wall with his hands and pulled back——
The wall was immediately pulled out by him and gently put aside.
There is indeed a spiral downwards staircase inside.
Wu Xiaode walked down, gradually going deeper and deeper, and the more he walked, the more he could feel the breath of death.
finally.
He reached the end of the steps.
Here is another church hall!
I never imagined that there is such a large space hidden under the church!
Two men in robes stood in the center of the hall, talking.
"How's the situation?" the older man asked.
Another person was typing characters on his mobile phone and said: "Wu Xiaode is not dead. I am discussing with everyone to see if we can ask that underground person to help us kill this kid."
Wu Xiaode was stunned, took out his cell phone and opened the group.
I saw a new fat woman picture appear on the screen:
"I would like to make a suggestion and ask the existence underground to kill Wu Xiaode. What do you think?"
Ah, it turned out to be this person.
finally found you.
Wu Xiaode stood in the mist, stepped forward, and walked towards the two people silently.
Neither of them noticed anything.
The older man said: "At twelve o'clock last night, the royal family lost several strong men in that world. If this Wu Xiaode is also killed, the guard force around the emperor will be completely unsustainable."
"Yes, kill him so that the plan can proceed smoothly." The young man also sighed.
At this time, Wu Xiaode had already walked up to the two of them.
He took out the Blowing Dream Sword, held it straight, and waved it forward lightly.
"Huh?"
The young man's head flew up. In mid-air, he found that his vision and the surrounding environment were unreal, and he couldn't help but make a sound.
The older man's expression changed, and he shouted quickly: "Master sleeping in the Deep Star Abyss, all living beings and all things are just food in your dreams. As a sacrifice of the twelve hundred souls in this place, please let me use your greatness——
"
Whoosh!
The blowing dream knife passed through his neck.
His voice stopped suddenly.
The battle is over.
Just as Wu Xiaode was about to put away his sword, he suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.
what happened?
He looked around and saw that the entire hall had disappeared.
The Book of the Dead opened quickly, and lines of small words in ice crystals flashed out:
"You've been hit!"
"During the current battle, you were hit by an extremely terrifying sacrificial technique. Please be careful not to die, otherwise your soul will become the food of some kind of existence and will never exist again."
The world turned into a dark and silent deep sea.
In the deep sea, waves of faint female voices gradually sounded.
Two rows of women wearing long white dresses holding candles slowly floated from the depths of the ocean.
What's strange is that behind them are connected large swaths of squirming blood vessels and muscles, extending hundreds of meters into the deep sea.
Through the light emitted by the candles in their hands, Wu Xiaode could see a continuous black shadow in the distance.
--what is that?
Wu Xiaode felt a chill in his heart.
He was about to take out the Dream Blade, but after thinking about it, he didn't move.
I can't even use the two moves of Poetry Sword, so what's there to fight for?
at the moment.
In this strange environment, the only thing I can rely on is the ability in my hand from the kingdom of death——
Silent magic mist.
After figuring this out, he simply stood still.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, layer after layer, completely covering him.
Time passes slowly.
The women stood there with expressionless faces and gradually stopped singing, as if waiting for something.
At this time, Wu Xiaode suddenly discovered something.
These weird women are not holding candles——
They are burning souls one by one!
These souls let out painful howls, but they were covered up by the songs of women.
The women held their burning souls high and shined them into the surrounding deep sea.
The woman in the lead sang loudly: "No matter which world you live in, no matter what you are, when it's your turn to sacrifice, hand over everything you have!"
All the women sang along with her.
The deep sea is gradually filled with some violent and dark power.
- But it's no use.
The silent magic mist on Wu Xiaode comes from the kingdom of death, which means he is the dead.
The opponent's spells, according to the explanation of their own spells, can only find the existence of "no matter which world you are alive in" and sacrifice them.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
A line of small words appeared again on the Book of the Dead:
"The opponent's technique cannot find the target. It is stuck and cannot be used anymore."
Wu Xiaode glanced at it, but remained motionless and did not speak.
After a while.
I saw those women all turning around, holding the burning souls in their hands, and turned away.
Once the women left, the vision of the entire world gradually disappeared.
The next moment.
Wu Xiaode found himself back in the underground hall again.
The surrounding ground has long been cracked.
Human hands stretched out from the ground, densely packed, and raised high in the air.
There is an eye in the palm of these people's hands, and they are constantly looking back and forth, as if they are looking for something.
It's a pity that they can't see Wu Xiaode.
After counting the interest.
These human hands retracted underground and disappeared.
Wu Xiaode still didn't move.
——From the moment the vision happened, he stood there without moving a step and survived a long time.
After killing the people, he did not put away the magical mist of silence, and still kept the "illusion" shrouded in it.
This is to prevent any unmanageable situation from arising.
This is the little bit of caution Wu Xiaode maintained when killing the enemy.
Now it seems.
This is the only reason he survived.
Chapter completed!