Chapter 290 Immortal Evil

It is not surprising why the black-robed ghost knows the feud between Long Ming and the Wu family. The Temple of Death is all over the ancient world. No matter how small the city is, no matter how remote it is, there is also the eyeliner of the Hall of Death, which can be said to be an invisible net covering the whole ancient world!

"This dragon family is also useless. Hundreds of people entered our palace of death, but only one person succeeded. None of those star levels I like succeeded. They all turned into zombies. It's really a group of waste. No wonder they will be forced out of Luoshui City." The black robe said strangely.

This news is shocking. There are hundreds of zombies here and all the people who died are from the Long family. It's really unexpected that the Long family will make such an extreme choice. I'm afraid they don't know how terrible the entrance ceremony of the Hall of Death is, otherwise they won't have made such a cut off their children and grandchildren. The stupid thing about digging your own grave.

It can also be guessed that this lord-level black-robed ghost absolutely concealed the Long family. Otherwise, if he told the truth, the Long family would be scared away, and he would not join the Temple of Death.

As time passed, the roaring souls in the hall were all sucked into the blood array and integrated into the body of Longming.

With countless wronged souls roaring into the body, Long Ming's dry body constantly trembles. You can feel that he is suffering great pain. Being entered by tens of thousands of wronged souls, you can imagine how horrible it is. If an ordinary person is entangled by the wronged soul, he is afraid that he will be occupied by the wronged soul and slowly devours the soul. That kind of pain is not good. No one wants to bear the taste of life.

Ah~!!

However, he saw Long Ming suddenly let out a sad scream and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blood-green pupils exactly the same as the black-robed ghost, bursting out bursts of blood, with an extremely painful look in the depths of his pupils, and his face was also struggling.

After the wronged soul entered the body, Long Ming slowly woke up from the endless darkness and regained his mind. But after waking up, what was waiting for him was endless torture and the struggle of his heart.

Hundreds of dead people of the Long family were also absorbed by the blood array and injected into Long Ming's body together with their souls. Now in Long Ming's sea of consciousness, tens of thousands of ghosts are devouring his mind. Among them, there are the ghosts of the dragon family. His father, mother, grandfather, cousins and so on are all in it, as if they are crazy. However, he is constantly encroaching on his soul.

"No, no!!" Long Ming's dry mouth made a panic cry, and his whole body was completely at a loss, struggling and rolling on the ground in pain.

"Hey hey~! Kid, if you don't want to die, you will devour all the ghosts in your body. Otherwise, once you are swallowed by them, you will also become a walking corpse. You have to think clearly. The black-robed ghost smiled and seemed to enjoy the screams of Long Ming.

"You lied to me, you lied to our Long family, why, why!" Long Ming raised his head, and his blood-green pupils stared at the ghost above his head and roared.

"Did you lie to the Long family? Is it necessary for me to be the Lord? It is you that the Dragon family must join our Hall of Death. The Lord of this temple has fulfilled your wishes and held an initiation ceremony for you. The Lord of this temple is curious about where to deceive your Dragon family? The ghost in the black robe said coldly, and his cold pupils exuded a dangerous breath.

Long Ming's heart cooled down in an instant, but his big dry face had no expression. Only then did he think that when his father joined the Temple of Death with the whole family, he did not ask about the entrance ceremony of the Hall of Death. In this way, the Lord did not deceive them. It's just that they said it by themselves and suffered a dumb loss. Now that this is the case, it's useless to blame anyone.

"What kind of initiation ceremony is this! Why did everyone in my family die except me and turn into a ghost in my body? What's wrong with the tens of thousands of ghosts!" Long Ming gritted his teeth and suffered great pain. He was eager to know the reason for all this.

"Hey hey, now that you are a member of the Temple of Death, it doesn't matter to tell you some secrets." The ghost in the black robe smiled and said, "If you want to be a member of the Hall of Death, the first condition is to become a dark creature, that is, a 'dead' thing, and from then on, you will embark on the road of life in vain! Now you have passed the first level and saved your intelligence, that is to say, you are no longer a human being, but a dark 'dead' thing, a 'dead' thing with wisdom.

"Second, after becoming a 'dead' thing, take the wronged soul as the source, break the shackles of your own soul, and hit your own soul with the power of tens of thousands of wronged souls. Once you successfully devour tens of thousands of souls, you can let the soul power increase rapidly in a very short time, ignore any neck bottle and shackles, and let the strength and spirit in a short time. Like a soul, it's a rapid improvement.

"As long as you successfully pass these two levels, you will have the power to devour the soul from then on. The soul of any creature can be directly devoured. After devouring, there are two functions. First, it is used to strengthen your soul. Second, it can directly improve your own strength. Soul power and strength can be used in a very short time. The broken breakthrough turns the road of practice into a smooth road. The ghost in the black robe said speciously, and the words were full of devilish ** power.

"Oh, by the way, after turning into a dead object, Dantian can no longer use it. All the power that devours the ghost is stored here." The ghost in the black robe poked his head and said, "And it's not the star power, but the powerful and weird ghost power! The star power is stronger than the previous section at the qualitative level. Under the same level, such as the members of the Hall of Death, they can casually kill their opponents in three small stages. What's more, such as the third level of the main star master of this hall, even if the ninth level of the star meets me, if you don't escape, there is only one way to die!"

Long Ming's blood-green pupils were always staring at the ghost of the black robe. With the words of the ghost in the black robe word, a strong light burst out of Long Ming's eyes, which was obviously moved.

"These are not the most important. The most important thing is that after becoming a member of the Temple of Death, as long as you are not killed by others, you will live with heaven and earth! Never die!" There is a clear look of complacency in the words of the ghost in the black robe.

Indeed, as the black robe ghost said, after becoming a dead object of darkness, it has already died, but it has used a clever method to deceive the eyes of the sky. The body is dead but the soul is not extinguished, and the wisdom is not scattered. Although it is similar to zombies, it is very different.

"How many years will it take for me to reach the star level!" Long Ming said feverishly that he had been deeply touched by the words of the ghost in black robe.

"It depends on your own ability. As long as you withstand the devourment of tens of thousands of ghosts in your body and your intelligence will not disappear, the Lord of the palace can definitely tell you that you can break through the star level in up to 50 years!" The ghost in the black robe sneered.

"Fifty years, it's not long. When I break through the star level, it will be the day when the Wu family destroys the clan!" There was a strong resentment in Long Ming's eyes. If it hadn't been for the Wu family, the Long family would not have left Luoshui City, would not have chosen to join the Temple of Death, and would not have cut off their children and grandchildren. All this was caused by the Wu family.

"Wu Tinger, you bitch, wait, I'll let you know what life is worse than death!" Long Ming roared in the depths of his throat. His hatred for Wu Ting'er has penetrated into his soul. Wu Ting'er, who has not been tortured for a day, can't survive or die. He will be tormented by his soul every day.

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Time passes unconsciously, which is not easy to notice. In a blink of an eye, months have passed.

It has been almost a year since Nie Yun came to the Wu family. His heart has been completely calm. In his plain life, the sad heart slowly came out of the pain. Occasionally, the days spent with Liu Shishi sounded in the middle of the night. The heart was still so painful that Nie Yun did not dare to continue to think deeply.

For several months, Nie Yun built a small building without stepping out of the lake. He was immersed in painting every day, taking memories as the model and emotions as the soul, and painting everything into white paper. From the initial starting point, pictures flowed with the flow of years. Although it was slow, there was a faint warmth in it. In it, Nie Yun has a deep aftertaste, and the feelings of nostalgia are like springing up, constantly emerging in my heart.

Nie Yun can make two picture scrolls every day, in which all his emotions and unchanging memories are poured into him. It is his unchanging experience and his most precious wealth.

On this day, the sky was a little gloomy, and the gray clouds covered the bright sunshine, with a depressing atmosphere, which made people feel quite annoyed.

Nie Yun is still sitting under the big tree at this moment, immersed in memories. The brush in his hand dances from time to time, embellishing his emotions and memories on the white rice paper.

After only sighing for a few months, Nie Yun has never been able to draw his own face. Nie Yun did not deliberately describe his own face. The intention will only destroy this emotion and memory. He knows that one day he will put aside everything. In the face of his most real emotions, all subconscious escape will be indifferent!

This day may be far away, and Nie Yun will always pursue it.

"My uncle... Uncle... No... That's not good... Hurry up... Hurry up..."

At this time, the girl's crisp voice came from the quiet path in the jungle, but it was very urgent. It can be seen that the person must be running all the way, which led to breathlessness and intermittent speech.

Nie Yun was awakened by the sudden sound, and his mind turned around in an instant. When he heard the sound, he saw a ten-year-old girl running in front of him breathlessly. His beautiful little face showed a pale color, which was obviously frightened, and there was a strong anxiety in his clear pupils.

"What's the matter?" The tip of Nie Yun's pen moved, and three neat fonts appeared on the white rice paper.

Wow~! The little girl breathed a long sigh of relief and finally recovered. She hurriedly said to Nie Yun, "Auntie, save the little tiger. He is about to be beaten to death by Master Tong!"