Chapter 39 Grey Pupil

The death of the half-demon king, except for the explosion of three pieces of emperor equipment, is this skill book that is already in my hand.

"Fire Lion?"

A name that sounds cool.

"Brother, why don't you have a look?" Xiaolan joked on the side.

"Hmm." The seventh level of skill book Ice Armor Shield is already an advanced skill book. What about the fire lion on the eighth level? Will it be a higher level of Devil May Cry? I'll wait and see.

I clicked on the detailed introduction of the book with a light white light in my hand and four golden characters flashing.

After the flame lion (ghost crying level) sword holder activates this skill, a golden flame will be emitted above the blade. The flame lion condensed from the flame can last for ten minutes. In the beginning, the attack power is a quarter of the caster, the upper limit is two-thirds of the caster, and the damage is three players. At one-third, it automatically disappears, and the flaming lion has no defense.

Magic consumption: 2000 cooling time: 3 hours required occupation: swordsman required level: level 70

"This... This is too perverted." Are you kidding? Even if this skill has reached the level of Devil May Cry, whether in terms of attack strength or maintenance time, this kind of sword skill similar to summoning skill is simply comparable to a small pet.

Even if the initial attack power is a quarter of mine? However, counting my current attack power, a quarter of it has reached 6,000, and with the improvement of proficiency in this skill, the attack power of the Flame Lion can reach two-thirds of the players. This perverted attribute can be said to have created a second split for me.

A ghost-crying-level skill alone is as strong as this. What about the higher-level amazing level and the creation level? I can't imagine how horrible it is.

"Brother, is this skill book very strong?" Looking at the happy expression of the man in front of him, Diandiance couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"Strong, it's simply too strong, haha..." In order to prevent the noise of Yaqi, I deliberately reduced the loudness of the sound.

"Hey... The boss seems to be very happy. Panjita shook his head and said helplessly.

A minute later, the dry laughter like a ghost cried slowly disappeared on the eighth floor...

"Brother, are you going to use this skill book by yourself?" Seeing the man taking the skill book back into his backpack, the little green dot girl sitting on the man's shoulder said.

"Of course, it's not easy to get this skill book above the Devil May Cry level. If I can use it, I will try my best to learn by myself, or leave it to them." Looking at the body still emitting black fog on the ground, I continued, "Money is important, but such a powerful thing can't fall into the hands of my enemy, so as not to hit my feet."

"Does the boss mean to give those powerful things to your men?"

"It's not his subordinates, it's just that they call me boss." I smiled bitterly and said.

Boss? As the boss, he killed his brother because of a momentary negligence, and he has no right to be called the boss by them.

"C"C" Suddenly, there was a trace of movement under his feet. The half-demon ghost king, who only emitted a wisp of black fog at the beginning, was surrounded by smoke, and the thick smoke slowly rising blocked our lower body from our own sight.

"It seems that the old ghost is about to start. Let's go up and have a look..." The witch sword suddenly became longer and wider in the air, and then the little wolf jumped and fell on the slightly narrow edge of the sword.

Except for the little wolf, everyone else has the ability to fly. The fiery red wings behind them unfolded again, holding the little girl in their arms and gently leaving the ground.

The black fog on the ground seemed to be spiritual. At the moment when everyone left the ground, the black fog began to float slowly like a mountain stream, suddenly boiling, and the black bubbles kept bursting. Several people in the air were also shocked by this scene.

I didn't have time to change my mind, and the boiling bubble moved again. I saw that in the black fog about two meters high, one was like a bone hand from hell, stretching out from it, and the tearing cry ringing through my ear, which made people feel cold.

"Ah... Ah... This... What the hell are these? It's horrible..." Xiaolan screamed, and then a green space door formed around him, turning into a ray of light and disappearing.

"It's really disgusting. Isn't that old ghost going to fuse that body? Why does this scene appear now?" In comparison, Panjita's courage is much bigger than that of the smaller Lan. He looked at the black arm that was constantly growing below and said coldly.

"Little master, look..." The silver wolf also frowned slightly. Although he didn't know much about what the red-faced old man said just now, what happened now made him nervous and nervous.

After meditating for a moment, I shook my head.

"Wait a minute, there may be something we don't know, but I think the old ghost should be able to solve it." He wink at several people next to him, and several people rose again at the height of the ground. Although these black arms are much elongated, it does not mean that the eighth layer is only so high. Even if they increase their length several times, it is still enough.

What just makes us ashamed is that these disgusting ghost hands are really stretching out, improving again and again, and retreating from the front again and again.

"Big boss, we can't retreat any more. These damn things, who knows how tall they are. Why don't I burn them to death with a small fire?"

"If these things are still long, you can set them on fire."

"Hey hey..."

"No, these things are starting to shorten." How keen the silver wolf's eyes were. Just as Panjita smiled evilly and had two more flames in his hand, he noticed a trace of movement and quickly stopped him.

"Oh? Is it starting to shorten?"

As soon as the voice fell, in the black ocean of tentacles below, a fist-sized whirlpool suddenly appeared, and with the super suction emitted in it, it was absorbing those long tentacles at a terrible speed.

"Wow..." The horrible suction made the surrounding void whistling, and just above the black hole-like whirlpool, in a golden hood, several people were looking down with a shocked face.

"What a strong suction." The silver wolf was shocked. Although it was not experienced in the golden hood, the sound of the wind in his ears and the continuous withdrawal of the black tentacles were able to guess the seemingly tiny black hole below, which was of terrible strength.

We are now 30 meters away, that is to say, the black tentacles have grown to this height, but fortunately, there is a small black whirlpool below, otherwise the whole eighth layer will be filled with this black.

And in less than five seconds after the black vortex appeared, the seemingly horrible tentacles were all absorbed by it, and the empty black ground appeared below, as if none of this had happened.

"It's finally over." Panjita breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Wait a minute..." Panjita, who was about to fly down, looked down with his eyes tightly. There, the corpse of the half-demon ghost, which absorbed all the black, was still lying in the same place coldly, and did not survive because it "replenished" a lot of energy for a while.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was no noise in the eighth floor.

However, this state did not last long. Suddenly, there was a broken sound of glass in the static. In the dark red atmosphere, the faint gray began to infect the world.

Suddenly, the long-closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a little shiny dark color in the black pupils, which was constantly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dry arm slowly raised, and then floated up, as well as the body shrouded in black.

Around it, everything is terribly quiet...

"Gulu..." In this depressing atmosphere, Panjita, who has always been said to be bold, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva at this time, and his body slowly approached me, and his lost hands were not knowing where to put them.

The distance is not too far away, so everything that happens to the half-demon ghost's body below can't escape my eyes at all. I have some interest in my heart. Looking carefully with interest, no one can help him whether the old ghost can fully control this body. As for how much ability he can play in the end, luck is also very important. The score.

The blackness of the pupils gradually disappeared, and there was nothingness in the slightly opened eyes. However, the dark red gray played a role at this moment. The faint gray light of dust and stars slowly condensed into two small whirlpool-like storms, which suddenly poured into the empty eyes.

Although the gathered gray is not strong, it can undoubtedly be completely dyed gray relative to the size of two small eyeballs. But what happened in reality shattered this common sense fiercely. The seemingly huge gray whirlwind, when it touched the empty eyes, it instantly compressed countless quilts, and then turned into a drop of gray water with extreme purity, a ripple, and was absorbed by the nihilistic eyes.

Of course, in addition to the surrounding parts of the eyes, a trace of spreading gray smoke is also sucked in by the floating body and turned into bright gray drops, which makes this scene beautiful.

"I didn't expect this ghost to be so strange." The silver wolf praised that he knew nothing about the use of these evil negative energy.

"Well, maybe after the gray whirlwind is absorbed by him, the old ghost can control his new body." In the nihilistic pupils, with the injection of gray water droplets, there has gradually been some brilliance, but what is different from many creatures is that it is the silence from the abyss, a kind of sad cry.

It's just that no one knew that in the birth of the ghost clan and the ghost shuttled through the vulgar historical chapter, the scene of the ghost difference in the pupil color has never appeared.

It is said that in a world composed of negative energy, that is, darkness and the undead, in the ancient annals of history, there were three strange pupils. The black and ordinary ghost eyes have appeared in front of them. However, what is the ability of this gray loneliness?