A huge wave of air exploded in the rear, the wreckage of the car flew everywhere in the flames, and a huge red firework rose from the center of the road. And Edward's figure had already fluttered to one side, and the wreckage flying around didn't even hurt him.
"Huh?" At this moment, the truck in front suddenly stopped and made a surprised sound. Edward didn't care about this, but looked around carefully.
I don't know when, maybe at the moment of the explosion, this road... seems to be illusory.
All the colors around turned to black and white, and the end of the road was blurred, even… wafting like steam.
Barrier... The other party set up a barrier in an instant just now... It should not be the person in the car, but some magic weapon. That person is in the sky and holding the soul level, and he can't raise his hand to form a barrier.
"Come out." He looked in the direction of the truck: "I'm curious, this happened only half a day after leaving Los Angeles... Is there a ghost in the Los Angeles Police Department?"
Before he finished speaking, the truck burst into flames. In the midst of the flames, a roaring engine sounded, and then, a figure rushed out of the flames, bringing a spark of more than ten meters. Then crashed to the ground.
The flames burst into a fiery shock wave. Blowing Edward's suit over, when the fire wave fell, a Specter appeared in place.
He was riding a motorcycle made of strangely shaped bones, with several chains wrapped around it, and raging flames emerged from his skin, covering the entire motorcycle. On the dark and cracked skin, crimson flames spurted out from every pore, and the two crimson eyes were filled with bloodthirsty and madness.
Edward looked at each other in astonishment, and after a few seconds he asked tentatively, "Vengeful Flame Soul? Road Killer Skin?"
There was a microsecond of embarrassment at the scene.
"Human, you are very interesting." After a few seconds, Huo Nan sneered: "Let me guess, whose subordinate are you?"
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen chains rushed out from behind with fire, and instantly wrapped around the opponent's body.
Edward didn't answer, didn't even show a hint of fear, just smiled and looked at each other.
"Holy See?" Kara la la la la la la la la la la la! The Yin Ling suddenly zipped the chain, and suddenly, there was a sour karaoke sound, as if all the bones were broken by strangulation.
He licked the iron chain with his tongue, and the thrill of torture stimulated every inch of his senses, so much so that his voice was a little hoarse with excitement: "Or the government of the living world?"
"However, as long as you're dead, it doesn't matter where you came from." His voice changed abruptly, and the chain was pulled fiercely: "Come... Let me see what kind of soul is hidden in this shell... "
The next second, an earth-shattering "bang" sounded like a gust of wind swept across the grassland, and a vast and boundless Yin Qi suddenly rushed out of Edward!
brush! !
The dark Yin Qi was so pure that it instantly drowned the entire road, and a tall phantom filled the entire barrier. Huo Nan opened his mouth wide in an instant and stayed where he was.
Edward's body lay down limply, and in the field, a young man wearing a golden dragon robe and a golden dragon wing crown was looking at him coldly.
Dead silence.
The fire man only felt a buzzing in his mind. In all directions, there was that kind of yin that was like the coming of the gods. It was too strong and too terrifying, so that he couldn't say a word at all. It's just that his lips kept trembling, and the flames beside him turned from red to gray, and finally, to an awe-inspiring pale blue.
Qin Ye tidied up his collar, looked around, and smiled at the sluggish Huo Nan: "Are you satisfied with hiding this soul?"
no answer.
Huo Nan just stood there in a daze, and after three seconds, a violent sense of fear surrounded him like a tide, and his fingers finally trembled. Immediately afterwards, this fear spread to the whole body and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
thump! His legs softened, he fell off the motorcycle, then immediately got up, knelt down on the spot, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you... this, this is... you are... "
Brush it! Before he could finish speaking, his body was uncontrollably, he kept kneeling, and slid across the ground, his neck fell into Qin Ye's hands. The other party exerted a little force and lifted him up.
Terrible gloom...
so powerful...
This is... this is the duke... this is the emissary of the duke of China! !
The Duke of China is coming to the New World! !
Why... why didn't those idiots on the border find out! No... why did I take on this unfortunate job!
"Your Excellency... Forgive me..." The huge fear was over, and the fire man said in a loud voice after ten seconds of shaking his lips.
Qin Ye smiled, and Baigui Yexing opened it: "You are lucky."
"If you die, there will be an investigation, so it's better for you to disappear... But before that, I have a few questions to ask you."
Qin Ye restrained his smile, Yan Luo-level Yin Qi lingered around the other party, and the suppressed suffocation almost made the fire man scream madly.
"What are you doing? Who are you under?"
After he finished speaking, he threw it casually, and the fire man flew out more than ten meters and landed on the ground. But he didn't cry out in pain at all, instead he immediately knelt down, kept an absolutely respectful posture, and said in a trembling voice, "I, my name is Brand... from... from... "
He gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple moved violently, and said with difficulty: "From... the Republic of Panama..."
Panama
Qin Ye's mind lit up, and he said lightly, "The three gods of death in the Caribbean Sea, what do they have to do with you?"
Panama, located at the junction of each central transition between North and South. It is the most central city in the Americas. And above it, is the vast Caribbean Sea!
"They... they are my highest superiors." Brand's whole body's flames swayed sharply, and he said tremblingly: "All important cities in the United States have supervisors' grievances. I, I'm just one of them..."
Qin Ye sat leisurely on the railing by the road. He didn't say a word, however, the silent fear made Brande know as he poured beans in a bamboo tube: "I am also one of the supervisors of Luo and Los Angeles. We, we, in addition to monitoring the local witcher, the Holy See, Everyone, everyone has another important task, and that is to ensure the safety of Matthew Conn..."
"Whoever wants to work against him, whoever wants to investigate what happened decades ago, we...we'll take responsibility for his natural death immediately!"
Qin Ye's eyes flickered slightly and he stood up. Brand was shaking like an electric shock, but he desperately suppressed his desire to escape, and lay on the ground like a cicada in the autumn.
"Anything else?" Qin Ye walked up to him and said softly.
The voice was very calm, but Brand fell to the ground with a thud. When he spoke again, his voice was almost crying: "No more... No more Your Excellency! I swear!"
"Is that so..." Qin Ye nodded, the yin energy behind him gathered into a three-meter vortex, and the screams of countless Specters resounded throughout, and Hundred Ghosts Night Walk was fully opened.
"Wait... Wait a minute, Your Excellency!!" At this moment, Brand shouted sharply: "And... and! I-I remembered!"
He had misunderstood, but Qin Ye didn't point it out and said calmly, "Speak."
Brand took a deep breath, suppressed the shattering fear in his heart, and said hoarsely: "We... We still have a mission... "
"That is, every other month, there are supernatural events in various places. Everything is subject to... subject to the above!" He raised one hand, and the other hand tremblingly stretched into his arms, He took out a scroll and opened it respectfully.
Qin Ye looked at it. The scroll was parchment with a line of English written in blood on it. It was plain English, but every letter was slightly changed, giving it a quiet and serene feeling.
The moment I saw English, those words seemed to come to life, calling out thousands of dead people. Even he felt extremely dignified at this moment.
"The Sleep of the Sea and the Stars: Daisy."
This is... Death's handwriting!
"Daixi? The name of the god of death I've never heard of. What kind of belief is this? The belief in the ocean? He's invading South America? No... The god of death that makes me feel dignified is definitely a Yama-level. But in the world, a Yama-level There are so many gods of death, I have no one I don’t know, but I have never heard of the existence of the god of death in the ocean land called Daixi.”
Qin Ye rubbed his chin and looked at the line of words solemnly. He also has a feeling that the other party is not as good as himself... and... This kind of feeling is very strange, as if the other party is a god of death, and it is very illusory.
"… an unreal god of death?" He frowned, it was absurd.
That is, new myths are being formed, and a god of death is growing. But... is this possible
Now that the era when the gods was established has long passed, even the myth of Cthulhu is more regarded as a culture than a god. And most people don't know. Compared with the world-renowned sects such as Buddhism, Taoism, and Catholic Islam, let’s compare the famous myths such as Greek mythology, Roman mythology, and Norse mythology. This so-called death of the ocean and the stars, where did so many believers come from
North America is the territory of Catholicism!
A sect that can crush the three major local gods to death, can it also give you an inexplicable room for the growth of death
"But... what's with this sense of reality in nothingness?" With a wave of his hand, Brand entered the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk without screaming. He entered Edward's body again, the Yinfeng shield, and quickly moved towards Phoenix.
Air tickets are at 12 noon tomorrow.
He didn't dare to be too fast, the current new continent is turbulent. The speed has remained similar to that of the car, and there was nothing to say along the way. He quickly analyzed everything that happened tonight in his mind. I don't know how long it took, when the outline of Phoenix City appeared on the horizon, he suddenly stopped. Then, he looked at Phoenix City in surprise.
In the periphery of Phoenix City, a spiritual cordon has been opened!
It is very thin, indicating that the spiritual disaster is not serious. But... This is like a hammer, and suddenly the thoughts in his mind are completely connected!
"Perhaps... there is a situation that just shows that now..." He took a deep breath, looked at the night sky with flickering eyes, and murmured, "The script of the god of death..."
"The three gods of death in the Caribbean Sea are taking the last step to the god of death! And the death of this ocean and stars is its name in the future!"
"That's why... it's real with an illusion. That's why... Brand and the others have the task of preaching terror! By the way... It's precisely because of this that the spiritual disaster in the United States is extremely serious!"
"The new king who rose from terror engraved the name of the new god of death in the supernatural... This is so similar to the situation in Korea at the beginning! That's right... They must be writing the script for the god of death!"
"But... to write the death script, it must be the master of death himself. This time... who is doing it?"
Not San Chang... Not even any underworld that participated in the NPT Conference, because... these underworlds simply don't look down on these emerging nobles!
Then... who is it
Who ignited the karmic fire of the New World
Who wants to take advantage of Pluto's dying stage and step up to the throne