Su Ping's body burst again.

"WCNM..." Su Ping was resurrected again, and he swears as soon as he was resurrected, but this time the black bird seemed to realize something and was not in a hurry to kill Su Ping.

"The immortal gods? There seems to be no such race..."

The black bird hovered in front of Su Ping, looked at it with its head tilted, and after a moment, it suddenly opened its mouth and picked up Su Ping.

"Can you still speak well?" Su Ping was a little angry and speechless. The black bird was too reckless. The Supreme Realm already possessed extremely high wisdom. Although it was not a human race, it was no different from the human race and the gods. They were all communicable existences, but the other party killed him twice without saying a word.

While greeting the black bird's ancestors in common terms, Su Ping sent a voice to him very politely: "Senior, do you know where the origin of the power of the undead is?"

"senior?"

"Can you hear it?"

"Senior, you're shitting with feathers."

Su Ping sent the voice for a moment, and the black bird was indifferent, as if he ignored Su Ping's thoughts.

"Isn't this guy going to take me back and feed it to his children? Well, I'll kill all your children and roast them to eat!" Su Ping thought hatefully.

No more words along the way.

The black bird flew extremely fast, and the mountains, rivers and rivers on the ground were shuttled like light and shadow. Su Ping didn't know how long he had been flying, but he felt that the angle of the blood-colored moon above his head had changed. It was estimated that it had spanned at least dozens of galaxies.

Soon, ahead of them was a towering black mountain.

There were dry bones that stretched for thousands of miles in front of the mountain, with bones as like mountains, and blood was like a lake in the low-lying areas.

In this mountain where bones are piled up, there is a towering palace.

The black bird flew over and came straight to the mountain and landed outside this quaint stone hall.

Outside the hall are two petrified sculptures, which are two beautiful women with charming figures, but they have black wings and are like fallen angels, with charming cheeks and fascinating.

When seeing the black bird, these two sculptures returned from petrified state to normal appearance. The skin was as white as fat, and the plump figure made people feel nosebleed and could arouse the most primitive desire in their hearts.

Su Ping was stunned for a moment and felt that the ancient palace in front of him looked familiar.

"Have you done what you left to you to do?" One of the charming depraved angels said, licking their lips.

The black bird's wings were restrained, and he squatted in front of the hall with a vicious face on his chest suddenly spoke, saying respectfully: "The things that the king has explained have been done, and the things have been retrieved. In addition, I met this god halfway through the journey back. He was a little weird. I couldn't kill him twice. I don't know what the method was."

Su Ping was almost angry when he saw the strange face of the black bird talking.

He was sending a message to the head on the black bird along the way, but you told me that its real head was in the chest?

What do I fuck...

"The unkilling gods?"

The eyes of the two fallen angels fell on Su Ping, and they soon noticed Su Ping's strangeness, with a low realm, but their physical body contained very powerful power, but this alone was not enough to make the black bird unable to kill him.
Chapter completed!