In an empty and dark place, the soil under your feet is also very special, like gray and has a bit burnt smell.

The high priest, prophet, and the golden beard walked here, sighing at the magic, and trying to leave with spells, all of which failed one after another.

Neither the magic of the God of Wisdom nor the magic of the Holy See, it cannot break the boundary wall here. It seems that it is an independent and complete world.

In the distance, there was a silhouette of ghosts. The more people walked, the more they realized something was wrong.

They are still the same distance from those ghosts.

What's going on?

The ghost was like a mirage. They walked for half an hour, an hour, and nearly two hours, but they still didn't walk to the ghost.

Detention?

Limitations?

What kind of formation is this?

"OBott, Ruihein, it's hard to have a rivalry between you two. What kind of magic array is here?"

Golden Beard no longer wants to leave.

The same city wall foundation, the same land, the same environment, the surrounding scenery has almost never changed, and the repeated environment cannot be escaped, people will be anxious, and the same is true for the Paladin, but the main reason for his anxiety is that he cannot feel the existence of God here.

He was puzzled that God was everywhere, and this idea was deeply rooted in people's hearts, and God was with him, whether within or outside the world.

But it's so special...

"Raymond, don't worry, those ghosts are coming towards us!"

The three of them discovered that they could not go to the ghost, but the ghost could walk towards them. Several ragged ghosts came here, seemingly curious and puzzled.

“New?”

The three of them were stunned. This was not the Europa language, but they could understand it for some reason.

“Where is this?”

"Who knows. Work quickly!"

Several ghosts started to ramming the earth on the foundation next to them, but the three of them had no intention of leaving.

After watching for a long time, the golden beetle was tired and crawled back into the golden beard's hair. Then several ghosts rested beside them.

They lit a candle, and the green fire was faint, looking towards the sky almost at the same time.

"Sir, today's work is finished, please give me some food!"

There was no movement in the sky, but the candles just now swayed, and the fireworks were rising, turning into a pack of sauce meat, a pot of wine, and a few steamed buns. The ghosts who were working were happy and grabbed and ate them.

Golden Beard's nose moved: "What a strange smell... like... the spiritual power fluctuations of holy water?"

The high priest shook his head: "It's much weaker than the holy water, and it seems to have the effect of replenishing the Yin body."

After the group finished eating, they looked at the three of them and said, "New, listen to my advice. If you want to live, work hard. We have committed any trouble after death. The adults above saw that we were pitiful and should be content. If you want to go out from here, please do whatever you want, don't involve us!"

"That is, two groups of people caused trouble in the first two times, and the implicated people were demoted to the last slaves. If the adults above do not show kindness in recent days, they may starve to death. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk... I heard that they were starved to death after death, so I didn't do it."

"Okay, let's go, hurry up and go back to rest, there is still life when you go back..."

Several ghosts left again, and the three of them wanted to keep up, but they could not catch up with the speed of their departure.

Silence, quiet again.

Golden Beard looked at the cross tattoo on the palm of his hand and said to the duo: "I'm sure they are ghosts, not illusions."

The prophet nodded: "I barely opened the Eye of Prophecy and looked at them, but the picture before coming in was cut off by an inexplicable force. I can only see them staying here for a long time after coming in, in order to build this city."

The high priest said, "Are you hungry?"

The two were puzzled.

The high priest suddenly opened his palm and a candle appeared.

"I just thought about their candles that make food come true. Otherwise... let's try to do a while to see if food will appear."

The two of them wondered: "How did you get this candle?"

"In Eastern religions, there is a saying that three fires in the human body, two shoulders of heavenly spirits, and one fire left after death is left, which is the fire of the soul of life. This candle is the fire of life."

The Prophet Obote and Paladin Raymond were both extremely talented people. After hearing this, they began to try and soon turned into their own candles.

This candle never dies, sways in place, making the few people even more magical. This is the first time they have seen their own life fire so intuitively.

The high priest said, "To understand this, you must first integrate into this place. Let's try the rules here too!"

As he said, he moved his heart and his life disappeared a little, but he had an extra shovel in his hand.

...

...

City, Ghost Council Headquarters.

The wall was smashed and a roaring stitching monster looked down at the middle-aged man in front of him: "Get a fight with me!"

The middle-aged man couldn't understand what he was saying, but found himself strangled.

"Don't you take action?"

Du Xiu felt that he was going to die.

He had never experienced death, but he had also struggled on the brink of death. If it weren't for the person who broke out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he would not have been on the top spot in the Ghost Council.

Resist, the weak spiritual power fluctuations are not harmful, and only a good body can barely ensure that you will not be strangled to death.

Du Xiu knew that the other party was too strong.

Van Helsing was not there, Monotios was not there, Hazlit, Lancelot, Noyce, Morissa and others were not there, only the experimental body of the castle, Richard, had been beaten to pieces and fell into a pool of blood.

"Kill me."

Du Xiu stopped struggling, raised his head and looked coldly at the monster in front of him.

But the monster's hand suddenly loosened.

"You don't even have the courage to fight, you don't deserve to die in my hands."

The other party couldn't understand the words of the two, but at this moment they completed a coincidental conversation.

The monster pointed at himself: "My name is Rubis, the Mad Corpse! You are welcome to find someone to take revenge."

The monster is gone.

Du Xiu sat on the ground.

Survived?

The phone rang, Du Xiu answered the phone, and Van Helsing's voice came: "Hey? Speaker! I saw the news of your emergency rescue, and I will arrive soon."

Du Xiu was silent: "No, that monster is gone."

After a pause, Du Xiu said: "Is there any news from others these days?"

Van Hessing said: "No, I sent people from the Black Soul Sect to search, but the news about the Black Soul Sect is gone..."

Van Helsing felt it was difficult, and there should be a powerful host.

Du Xiu was about to say something, suddenly his eyes widened.

"Fan...it depends on you in this catastrophe!"

Van Helsing doubted: "Speaker, what do you mean?"

The next moment, a terrifying explosion came from the other end of the phone.

At the temporary headquarters of the Ghost Council, Du Xiu was blown into pieces, and the two women gently shook the golden light that appeared on his body.

The two women had countless scars on their bodies and their clothes were broken. They had clearly experienced fierce battles, but after taking some repairs, their mental state improved a lot.

"Aunt, your murderous intent is getting heavier and heavier..."

"I found out, too."

"These golden lights seem to stimulate our negative emotions and make us lose our minds!"

"Yes, but it will also make us stronger."

A woman stretched out her arm, and the sac on her arm was filled with terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, as if it could explode at any time. After constantly devouring the golden light these days, these originally irregularly grown sacs became regular, evenly and harmoniously with the muscles and skin, as if they had an innate beauty!

And she gradually discovered that under the nourishment of golden light, each of these capsules was connected, as if spiritual power could be introduced into each other, which meant that her control over the explosion had reached a higher level!

Perfect growth!

"Who?!"

Outside, the soldier who was a defending force quickly entered the door, and the woman's head was pressed on her cheek by the woman's five fingers.

burst!

The soldier's cheeks were sparse and he fell down on his back.

"shooting!"
To be continued...