Chapter 1135 News From the Spiritual Sect

Backlund.

The young man who had met the 'Saint of Black' Catherine and had a banner on his forehead.

In this quiet night.

Appeared in a rental house in the East End.

He snorted and said, "It is basically certain that that 'Don Quixote' is not an angel of the 'Jagged Cross'."

"It's not a secret weapon secretly cultivated by the 'True Creator'."

There was a gash on his cheek suddenly, and he made a voice: "Isn't this obvious?"

"This can be figured out without even negotiating with the Rose School of thought."

"You only need to pray to our Lord to understand the truth."

"You have to take such a big turn."

"It seems that you have lived for too long, and your brain has become as stupid as a living corpse."

The young man stretched out his hand expressionlessly and wiped it on his face.

The opening disappeared.

He said to himself: "Then we will leave for the Southern Continent."

"The Rose School of Thought hates 'Don Quixote' very much. This is also normal. After all, their old dens have been taken away."

"The attitude of the Witch Sect is more ambiguous. I guess the witches should be very happy to see me fighting with 'Don Quixote'."

"These sinister women."

"But no matter what, 'Don Quixote' took away the 'Immortal Flame'."

"With Him himself, there are two Extraordinary characteristics of the 'Conqueror'."

A strange light flashed in the young man's eyes: "They can only belong to me."

"Must belong to me!"

At this moment, he gasped.

Then let a wisp of white flame rise from the fingertips.

The flame quickly expanded into a prayer light.

Through this spot of light, the young man saw a man wearing a black robe without pulling up the hood, revealing a face with deep outlines and full of tattoos.

Young people remember.

This is one of my own 'believers'.

A 'believer' from the Spiritual Cult.

Yes.

This young man is the evil spirit of the 'Red Angel'.

After returning from the underworld, he used the Spiritual Cult to possess a "gatekeeper" of the Spiritual Cult.

During this period.

He has developed some believers.

Buried a few pawns for himself in the Lingjiao group.

The reason for this.

It is for the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'.

The evil spirit of the 'Red Angel' believed that Salinger, who accommodated the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest', would not fall completely.

The man-made God of Death that the Spiritual Cult is planning to resurrect may be related to Salinger.

In order to track down the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'.

Buried a few chess pieces in the Lingjiao group.

It is very necessary.

But as of today, this is the first time a pawn has voluntarily prayed to him.

Something important has to happen.

Through prayer spots.

The 'Red Angel' evil spirit got some news.

The Southern Continent. The 'Gatekeeper' is missing. A great nobleman of the ancient Balam Empire suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit

After He sorted out these key words.

I am particularly interested in the key word "big nobles of the ancient Balam Empire".

southern continent.

Gurain city.

Also experienced war.

However, the city of Gurain has not yet been fully rebuilt.

This is because the local rebels are still very active.

Therefore, Gurain City will be as quiet as a cemetery every night.

Ordinary residents dare not travel at night.

Thus.

In a warehouse near the outskirts of Gurain City, a dozen or so mysterious people in black robes and hoods quietly gathered.

No one noticed either.

These mysterious people cleared out an open space in the warehouse, and placed a dark, heavy-looking coffin there.

Around the coffin, there are many gold ornaments.

One skull after another was piled up, and on top of the skulls, many candles flickered with pale flames.

Those white skulls come from both humans and animals.

Some are weird, and some are deformed.

Under the light of the candle, they cast strange shadows on the ground.

at this time.

The temperature in the warehouse dropped a lot, and it was gloomy and cold.

As the candles flickered, there seemed to be countless creatures dancing and cheering wildly.

Those mysterious people wearing hoods are dancing a crazy dance at the moment.

This dance had a strong sense of rhythm, and the movements of the man in black twitched slightly. In any case, it didn't look like a normal dance.

This is the 'spiritual dance'.

It is the favorite ritual of death.

The stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.

When the 'spirit dance' became intense, a cold invisible wind blew out from the coffin in the middle of the open space.

In this cold wind, the mysterious people chanted in unison: "The king of the depths of hell."

"The Angel Playing the Music of Death"

"The ruler above the Styx."

Accompanied by the chanting of the mysterious man, the various skulls piled up on the ground were gradually stained with a layer of dark green.

The mysterious man's 'spirit dance' became more and more intense, and the skulls placed on the ground floated up one after another.

These skulls were continuously thrown into the heavy and dark coffin. The coffin was originally covered with a lid, but these skulls seemed to have no substance.

Penetrated the lid and entered the coffin.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex, and suddenly expanded, conveying a cold and gloomy breath.

This is an angel.

The breath of a 'Death Consul'!

This breath caused the mysterious people who were dancing the 'spiritual dance' to convulse and fall to the ground, their consciousness becoming confused.

subsequently.

The pitch-black vortex suddenly unfolded and turned into a bronze door with two sides that was full of mysterious patterns, which was difficult to describe in detail.

Squeak.

The door opened, revealing a dark and dark gap.

In that gap.

A palm pressed against the crack of the door, and then a figure jumped out from the door.

This is a rather old man.

His skin seemed to have lost any moisture.

tightly attached to the bone.

His complexion is brownish, and his hair is black, stiff and slightly curly.

This is obviously the blood of the Southern Continent.

The old man stepped on the solid ground, looked around, glanced at the mysterious people all over the ground, and then raised his head to look at the sky.

He closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something, and then the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit.

"very nice."

"It's the feeling of breathing."

"It's what it's like to be alive."

"I already have a body."

"The next step is to take revenge on the Eggers."

"I wish I could see them soon."

"At that time, their expressions will definitely be wonderful."

Just at this time.

The white candles on those skulls suddenly expanded, changing from 'saplings' to 'giant trees'.

Afterwards, the strands of blazing flames interweaved a distorted, illusory, invisible giant!

immediately.

The gray-haired old man felt the gaze cast from an infinite height.

then.

There was another voice.

"A ghost?"

"interesting."