Distress: Nilong Changming Knife is Invisible

Chapter 1304: 1303. Dead Country Characters
However, the Celestial Clan is indeed an extremely powerful race, and its level of civilization should be extremely high.

This can be seen from the fact that the gods of the Dead Kingdom all use the characters of the Celestial Clan as the seal of the contract and to write the Secret Book of the Dead and the Age of the Dead Kingdom.

Monk Wuming asked Yanwangsuo to finish explaining the first half of the Secret Mirror of the Kingdom of Death. By comparing it with the power fluctuations he sensed, he gained a certain understanding of the language of the Kingdom of the Dead.

He asked Yan Wangsuo to tell him more about the dead country's characters, until Yan Wangsuo racked his brains and said out all the characters he could remember.

The writing of the Land of the Dead is truly amazing... Monk Wuming truly mastered this writing and expressed his sincere admiration. Using this writing, he could make more accurate calculations, gain more control over the energy of heaven and earth, and release more complex and powerful spells and formations.

However, this kind of writing should have been improved by the God of the Dead Country. The spells and formations constructed with this kind of writing will naturally tend towards attributes such as darkness, coldness, and death.

As for the creativity of the god of death... that is beyond the realm of the human world, and the rules that he modifies on his own. The writing of the kingdom of the dead cannot reach that level.

"Yanwangsuo, you did a great job."

As the monk Wuming spoke, he waved his hand, and the Mystic Mirror of Death, which was tightly grasped by the King of Hell, inexplicably flew back into his hand.

Yan Wangsuo looked at Wuming Monk with resentment, smiled wryly and said, "As long as the master is satisfied."

"Next, it's time to talk about your problem. Yan Wangsuo, you have not done any evil since you came to the Land of Suffering, but don't think that I can't see that you are full of killing karma. In order to stop you from doing evil in the Land of Suffering, please sign this contract."

As the Wuming monk spoke, he produced a blank sheepskin scroll with one hand and suspended it in the air. He pinched his fingers with spiritual formulas and released one dead country character after another, mixed with Taoist spiritual seals, and printed them on the scroll.

Soon, the characters of the Dead Country formed the contract characters, and the Taoist spiritual seals formed special patterns between the lines.

Yanwangsuo took a look at the contract written in the language of the Land of the Dead. It clearly stated that he could not do evil in the world of suffering. However, if he did evil, he would be punished by the contract and his soul would burn out and die.

But Yanwangsuo knew very well that if this contract only contained content written in the language of the dead country, that would be absolutely weird.

The entire content of this contract must be more terrifying than a contract of selling oneself. Once he signs it, he will be at the mercy of others.

But can he not sign?

Of course, as long as you are not afraid of death, nothing in the world is difficult.

The problem is that Yan Wangsuo is not only afraid of death, but also very afraid of death.

It's just a contract to sell one's body. As long as one can survive, there's nothing wrong with signing it.

Yanwangsuo felt heartbroken in his heart, but on the surface he showed no hesitation and quickly signed his name on the contract.

call.

As soon as he signed, the contract suddenly ignited with strange black flames and burned up in the blink of an eye.

Yanwangsuo also felt an inexplicable wave sweeping through his body, making him feel awkward for a moment, but then he felt as if nothing had happened.

"I have signed this contract. Master, can you return the King of Hell and the Mystic Judge of Death to me? I can use them to do something chivalrous and righteous, and accumulate good deeds."

Monk Wuming thought to himself, how dare you say that, have you ever done a good thing in your life?
"This sickle is called Yama? I can use it, so I will exchange it with you for another sickle."

As the Wuming monk spoke, he threw the Secret Mirror of Death to Yanwangsuo, and then produced a piece of black iron the size of a watermelon, a piece of flowing iron the size of a fist, and a piece of dark source nether iron. A force of yin and yang shook them all into the finest powder, and then activated the Purple Flame Cast Iron Hand. After a moment, it was refined into a scythe of death that was exactly the same as Yanwang's.

"The quality of this sickle is slightly inferior to that of the King of Hell, but its structure and weight are more suitable for your body shape, and its properties are also more suitable for your body. When you use this sickle, your combat power will increase rather than decrease, and I am not taking advantage of you."

Yan Wangsuo had a smile on his face, saying "whatever you say is what you mean", but when he took the scythe, he found that Wuming Monk was not lying. As soon as he held the scythe, he felt that it fit his hand better, and when he swung it, it felt smoother and smoother. His power was transferred to the scythe, which could also stimulate more power.

This scythe is indeed more suitable for him.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

Yanwangsuo hurriedly thanked him sincerely. Well, he wasn’t very sincere. So what if it was more suitable for him? Yanwangsuo was made by the god of death himself.

"Yanwangsuo, you'd better take care of yourself."

The ignorant monk was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. After saying a few words, he disappeared.

Yanwangsuo was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground. He was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.

“Ah…! Why am I so miserable! Who could be more miserable than me! My Death Game! My Death Heritage!”

Yanwangsuo originally thought that after arriving in the Land of Suffering, he would play with the humans there for a bit, then find another guy who escaped from the Land of the Dead, that is, another descendant of the God of Death, and take away the second half of the Secret Mirror of the God of Death and another scythe of the God of Death, so as to completely inherit the unique skills of the God of Death, go back to unify the Land of the Dead, and reach the peak of the world of evil.

But he never expected that he had just arrived in this miserable place for a short time and had not even started to enjoy and realize his ideals when he ran into an evil star.

It’s over now, everything is over, forget about playing games, God of Death… eh?

Yanwangsuo suddenly realized that taking away the God's Mirror of Death and the Scythe of Death from that guy was not a bad thing, because that guy had committed no less sin of killing than himself.

And searching for ownerless objects like the Horn of Hope and the Unbreakable Flower doesn't count as evil, right?

The contract was written in the language of the Land of the Dead. If he collected all the Secret Books of the God of Death and mastered the Twin Treasures of the God of Death, could he cancel the contract?
It's worth a try.

Thinking of this, Yanwangsuo became cheered up again.

Not to mention that Yanwangsuo quickly took action to look for clues about the Horn of Hope.

As for the monk Wuming, he had to deal with the matter of the King of Hell's Lock and spent a lot of time learning the language of the dead country. He had no idea where his second son had gone.

Fortunately, it was only him who lost him, but the Yekou Alliance’s intelligence system never lost track of Dao Wuwo.

However, Wuming Monk was too lazy to care about his second brother. After all, his stinky younger brother had already received care and beatings, so he should know his place, right?

Let Yu Bufan go over and tell the second brother to quickly return to the world and stop using his sword, so that he can be his eldest prince peacefully.

By the way, why didn’t the cheap dad come to follow the second brother this time? This is his only food ration, right?
Does it mean that my cheap father secretly gave me a younger brother, or that my cheap father is concerned about my existence and doesn't want to come to Central Plains anymore?

Dao Wuxing thought, maybe it's both?

whatever.

Dao Wuxing no longer needs to consider his cheap father's thoughts. The Five Dragons in the Sky and the ambition to dominate the world have no effect on him anymore.

The second son can be the eldest prince safely, and the stepfather can be the local emperor steadily. This will be good for everyone.

(End of this chapter)