Distress: Nilong Changming Knife is Invisible

Chapter 1303 1302. Information from the Dead Country

In the memory of Monk Wuming, the gate to the Kingdom of the Dead opened up due to the collapse of the Shenzhou pillar in Beiyue Tianhai, releasing two creatures from the Kingdom of the Dead, one of whom was Yanwangsuo.

Here, the sacred pillar of Beiyue Tianhai is still intact, but just like Buqiong Qingluan, the gate of the Kingdom of the Dead was eventually impacted by the energy released by the Shenzhou earth veins, and a crack opened up.

The true face of Yanwangsuo is not as harmless as he appears. He is the most warlike and cunning member of the Dead Kingdom's tribe. He has been personally taught by the God of the Dead Kingdom and loves to play with people's hearts.

If this scene had not happened, Yanwangsuo would have imitated the god of death and started a death game in the world, bullying the innocent and weak and conducting the so-called test of human nature.

"So your name is Yan Wangsuo."

Dao Wuxing took back the Death Scythe, but he had no intention of returning it to Yanwangsuo. "What kind of country is the Kingdom of the Dead? Can you introduce it to me?"

Yan Wangsuo looked at his weapon eagerly, with an aggrieved look on his face, and said honestly, "The Land of the Dead is a country full of disputes and fighting. I came to the Land of Suffering just because I was tired of the life there."

Well, this guy was only honest in the first half of his sentence, and he started talking nonsense afterwards.

"Please be more specific."

"The Death Country has three major races: the Xi, the Xi, and the Pi. They were all created by the two saints, the Heaven and the Earth. Their land is barren and their resources are scarce..."

"What level are you at in the Land of the Dead?"

"I am just a small, low-level demon in the Land of the Dead, totally unworthy of mention."

"is it?"

As the monk Wuming spoke, he waved his hand and half of a mysterious book flew out from Yanwangsuo's arms. On its cover was the mark of the god of death.

"The descendant of the god of death is really humble."

"You! Give it back to me!"

Yanwangsuo, who had originally wanted to fool him with his words, suddenly became anxious upon seeing this and was about to pounce on him.

But the monk Wuming gave him a faint look.

hold head high……

The dragon soul roared, and the soul pressure spread out. Yanwangsuo suddenly felt like a mountain was pressing down on him. He fell to the ground with a bang, and his entire bald head turned red in the blink of an eye.

"Yanwangsuo, you may not understand that what I fear the most is spirits. Face the reality, you have already fallen into my hands."

"Master, please spare my life. I know I am wrong!"

Yanwangsuo is a coquettish and cowardly bitch who bullies the weak and fears the strong. She understands best what it means to be a wise man when it comes to advising the times. When she saw that the monk Wuming was so terrifying, she was overwhelmed by him with just one look and immediately admitted her mistake and begged for mercy.

The ignorant monk ignored him, letting him maintain the prostrate posture and began to flip through the half of the book.

However, it was covered with special words like the mark of death, and it itself exuded a strange evil power.

The ignorant monk could not understand the text, but he could see the power fluctuations emanating from the text.

He read through the half-book page by page, then memorized all the words in his mind.

In a moment, the entire text turned into a dark space, in which a mysterious, strange, and ancient being, holding the scythe of death, swung it in a mysterious and profound trajectory.

Good move.

This move made Wuming Monk feel as if he saw the martial arts of Emperor Qi Tian. It seemed simple and direct, but it was the derivative of his original power. It seemed like a simple sword strike, but it was the trace of the interpretation of his own way.

After a long time, Dao Wuxing came back to his senses. He took a look at Yanwangsuo who was still lying on the ground and was about to suffocate to death, and withdrew his soul pressure.

“Cough, cough, cough… huh, huh, huh…”

Yan Wangsuo turned over, breathing greedily like a drowning man. For the first time in his life, he felt that air was so precious... Do spiritual creatures like the Yu tribe need to breathe? In short, Yan Wangsuo was panting violently, with beads of sweat all over his bald head, and he was already crying.

Relying on the true teachings of the God of Death, he roamed the Kingdom of the Dead. He was afraid of no one except the ones of Heaven and Earth, and he had never suffered such a loss or torture.

The Wuming monk, however, had no mercy. He had seen too many people like Yanwangsuo. Don't look at this guy as a coward. If the Wuming monk couldn't beat him, he would show a different face.

"stand up."

"Yes!"

The monk Wuming said calmly, and Yanwangsuo jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. He wiped away his snot and tears and said respectfully, "Master, what are your instructions? I am willing to serve you!"

The ignorant monk did not say anything, but swung the god of death's scythe and swung it towards Yama's lock.

"Master, have mercy!"

Yanwangsuo let out a loud cry and fell to his knees, only to see that the edge of the Grim Reaper's scythe stopped in front of him, leaving only a few traces on the ground in front of him.

"What's the name of this move?"

"This, this is!"

Yanwangsuo calmed down a little and then realized that this move was the ultimate move from the half-book of the Secret Manual of Death passed down to him by the God of Death, the Death Order!

"Master, how did you learn this trick?!"

"That's not the point."

Dao Wuxing threw half of the Mysterious Mirror of Death back to Yanwangsuo, "Teach this text to this poor monk."

"Master, you don't know the language of the dead country?!"

Yanwangsuo was even more puzzled. How do you know the Death Country's order when you don't know its language?
A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind, and he shouted in shock, "Master?! Are you not dead?!"

Well, this means that you have mistaken the monk Wuming for the god of the country of the dead.

"I am not your master. I am not that bad."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wangsuo looked at Wuming Monk with an inexplicable expression, thinking, "Can you hear what you said? You've made me suffer so much, and you're still not evil?"
"Anyway, you should do whatever I ask you to do. Although I'm not that bad, I don't have a very good temper either."

"Yes Yes!"

When Yan Wangsuo saw Wuming monk picking up the sickle again and looking at him with ill intentions, he was startled and said quickly, "I will explain the meaning of the dead country's words to the master."

After being tormented like this, Yanwangsuo didn't dare to have any thoughts at all. He just did whatever the monk Wuming told him to do and honestly told him the meaning of the language of the Land of the Dead.

What a wonderful text.

After a long time, Monk Wuming listened to Yanwangsuo finish telling half of the Secret Mirror of Death, and couldn't help but sigh.

The characters of the Dead Country are just like the spiritual seals of the Zhengtian Dao. They possess special powers in themselves. They are even more advanced than the spiritual seals and can contain more meanings and carry more power.

The language of the land of the dead is not the language brought by the god of death, but the language of the hometown of the gods of heaven and earth who created the creatures of the land of the dead.

These two people are from the celestial race. They are not gods, but some kind of advanced race in the human world. Monk Wuming made this judgment based on the performance of these two people in his memory.

The expressiveness of the Heavenly One is at the pinnacle level among humans. The offspring of the God of Death created by him who absorbed the power of the God of Death are close to the level of gods, but there is still a clear gap compared to the Abandoned Emperor.

The creatures of the Land of the Dead that he created were not created out of thin air, but were refined using his own blood and the essence of the land of the Dead.

(End of this chapter)