The Hero Kneels

Worship the Great Master of Youjiao!

At this moment, in the shadow world, he was directing his men to repair the newly built game venue.

In front of him was a floor-length mirror that was as tall as a person. The evil energy in the world surged in the mirror. Waves of evil energy as black as ink spurted out from an underground abyss, shrouding and accumulating in the sky, forming patches of Thick evil cloud.

The Archmage was looking at the world in the mirror, where the Demon Writing Wheel was placed.

The evil wheel was emitting a faint purple evil light at this time, swallowing up the evil clouds and evil spirits in the sky, as if a person was breathing.

The ground will shake from time to time, as if there is a living thing under the ground eager to try and about to get out of the ground.

"The Holy Wheel has begun to operate. The new game field will be established soon. In less than three days, the Six Paths of Reincarnation game field will be reopened. It will accept the sacrifice of souls, and then the Netherworld Passage will become the real Netherworld Gate. Everything will be solved perfectly." The Archmage's voice was faint, revealing his pride.

"Now, we, the Worshiping Sect, have suffered heavy losses, but as long as the game field operates normally, we can..."

The Archmage suddenly covered his head and couldn't help but utter a shrill voice: "How could this happen? Damn it!"

He struck the ground with the skull staff in his hand, causing the whole ground to tremble.

"Arch Mage, what happened?"

"Arch Mage, what happened?"

Several three-eyed tribesmen in black robes behind him came forward to ask.

The two of them had rarely seen the majestic and calm Archmage so angry.

"Someone destroyed the game venue, and it must be this sacrifice... This sacrifice really deserves to be killed. Since the last game venue was destroyed, I finally found a new game venue and a new butcher, perfected the game, and took the lead. It was destroyed by him again!"

As he spoke, the Archmage waved his arm with one hand, and a mirror flew over in front of him. A broken picture appeared in the mirror, and he saw that the game field inside had collapsed, destroyed, and became bleak.

"This is impossible!"

Everyone exclaimed.

The game field that their three-eyed tribe had worked so hard to build was destroyed like this?

Isn’t that the legacy left by the gods?

This time we don’t know when we will be able to build another playground.

A three-eyed tribesman in black robes in front suddenly shouted: "Arch Mage, there is a big problem in our haunted house! Someone is destroying the playground of the haunted house."

"What!"

The ancestor of the three-eyed tribe who has survived for thousands of years is shocked at this moment. There is endless panic in his one eye: "Two game fields were destroyed in a row. Why did the game field created by the gods collapse again?" ?Why is this, why on earth is this?”

"What kind of power is that?"

"The game field was built by our three-eyed god himself. Even a god of equal power cannot destroy the game field. Why does a mere human do it again and again?"

"This is impossible!"

The archmage was so depressed that he wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

It is not easy to set up this game venue. It requires countless time and energy. Even collecting souls takes a lot of time.

If all of these are destroyed, it will be impossible to turn the Netherworld Passage into the Netherworld Gate.

"It's not good, the Dead Lake Game Field on the other side also has the same problem."

There is a man in black looking at another trembling mirror.

The archmage looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror. From the mirror, he could see the movements in the game field. It was filled with lightning and lightning, and he could see that the game field was also collapsing and destroying.

"damn it!"

The Archmage said angrily: "How could he destroy the game field in such a short period of time?"

The Archmage couldn't help it and stamped his feet angrily.

"Do you want to take back the magic mirror?"

A three-eyed tribesman asked: "The magic mirror currently left in the game venue is actually very dangerous, and we have no extra magic mirrors."

"It doesn't matter. I want to see what's going on inside? And the magic mirror itself is invisible."

The Archmage came to the mirror and carefully watched what was going on in the game field.

He lifted the cloak covering his head, revealing a huge, round head. The lower two eyes of this head were completely blind, leaving only a weird evil eye on the forehead.

He looked carefully at what was happening in the mirror.

At this moment, his evil eye switched to another mysterious form, and the whole body emitted bursts of gray light. He could see everything around him clearly, and he could also see the direction of his soul clearly.

After constantly adjusting the perspective of the mirror, he finally found a giant full of thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning giant raised his right hand and pointed directly at the sky. The evil eye in the sky was shattering at the moment, and his soul was constantly flying towards the thunder and lightning giant. Right hand.

Is the soul being absorbed by the opponent?

This is impossible!

The soul is a tribute to the ancient gods!

Only those high-ranking ancient gods can enjoy it.

Ordinary people have no idea how precious the soul is, nor can they see it at all.

How could such a tribute be collected from a mortal?

"Wait a minute, there is something in his hand, let me take a look...what is it?" The archmage narrowed his big eyes that emitted a faint light and looked at the other person's right hand carefully.

He saw a ring! It was a dark gold ring on the other person's index finger.

The ring is in the shape of a skeleton, and it is currently devouring the soul in the void with its big mouth open, and the devouring speed is abnormally alarming.

He didn't expect that there was something that could swallow souls. That was the ability of gods.

Isn't that a magical weapon without a ring?

"An ordinary person rises up in a short period of time and has super powers. I said he has a secret. It turns out that his secret is so amazing."

The Archmage's one eye widened: "You can't be wrong, that is definitely an artifact, and it is a very powerful one among artifacts. It can actually absorb souls, and this ring can also give the owner extremely powerful power... ...If you get that ring for me, everything will change...I can use it to become a god!"

"This Ye Dou must die!"

"My strength alone is not enough, so what should I do to find someone to kill him?"

"You should go find the leader of Huangquan. Currently, the leader of Huangquan is recovering from his injuries! The only way to do that is to ask the masters of the Yaksha clan."

While he was planning how to kill the other party, a big hand filled with thunder and lightning suddenly stretched out from the mirror.

"Boom!"

The big hand clenched into a fist, punched the Archmage's chest, and then knocked it away. The Archmage's body was shattered on the wall, and the powerful force pinned his entire body to the wall.

A majestic and fierce voice sounded: "Master Baiyou Sect, we haven't seen you for a long time!"