Magic Punk

Xuanyi shook his head. He had never heard of the name Tianzhong Fu Gu because this name had never appeared in history.

But he did not doubt the authenticity of the name, because Xuanji had never existed in history, but it still did not prevent him from maintaining his unique and powerful presence in history. Many figures in history had very similar relationships with him. Deep relationships.

Many figures in previous history, even Tianwu Emperor Xi Che, who he personally admitted was directly related to his final death, did not have such awe.

Regarding this question, Xuan Yi specifically asked the other party during one of his spare moments, and the answer he got was.

I won that time.

Let’s not discuss why Xuan Er won the fight but died.

So the answer this time should be.

Xuanyi looked at the pattern on the door in front of him: So you didn't win against the evil bones of Tianzhong, right?

Xuanji did not answer this question directly.

He said calmly: I have encountered many opponents in my life who were so terrifying that people felt invincible, but in the end I still survived in front of them, but only when I faced the Heavenly Bell, I really held on to my heart. I fought with the awareness of death, but never felt I had a chance to survive.”

But in the end, the evil spirit of Tianzhong died.

The reason is very complicated, but it was in that battle that Ye Qing completed her Eternal Sky Formation, and the Eternal Sky Formation was the prototype of the future Blue Wings.

The Ninth Princess prevented a disaster that destroyed one-third of the world at the cost of overdrawing the future.

Although that girl saved the world many times, only that unknown rescue of the world impressed all of us, and we were finally willing to regard her as our leader.

But getting back to the subject, at that time, although Tian Zhong Hu Gu's body collapsed and his soul was almost completely purified, it was the first time that Tian Zhong Hu Gu showed such an almost miraculous technique.

It's dividing the soul.

She allowed the darkest and most evil part of her soul to be completely disintegrated and purified, but she retained the personality of pure knowledge and memory. As a gift, she gave it to her only brother, the old friend I mentioned before. Originally, The elemental mage who had reached the threshold of the cave, after that day, chose to inherit her sister's will and voluntarily became perhaps the last necromancer in the world.

The technique I later used to survive and preserve my soul was obtained from him. It was also this technique that saved your sister in that situation.

However, the reason why he chose to become a necromancer is because he has always hoped to resurrect his sister who was once a disaster for Tianzhong, but now she is not as good as me, and only a pure soul is left. For this reason, He needed the most extensive knowledge of the realm of life as his aid, so he became a necromancer who works with death.

Xuan Yi felt something after hearing this. This was one of the rare occasions when Xuan Er was willing to mention what happened during his lifetime. He had vaguely guessed before that the so-called first-generation Ninth Princess had an unusual relationship with him, but he didn't expect that they would fight side by side. comradeship relationship.

So. Xuanyi finally understood: If I hope to resurrect my sister, then only with this necromancer who is in the same situation, can I get the corresponding solution?

Xuan Er nodded: Yes.

So did he succeed in the end?

I don't know. Xuan Er said honestly: Because most of my old friends have not passed away when I died, and I don't know how far they finally arrived.

But I guess not, otherwise we would have seen him here.

Because for a necromancer in his realm, death is really an existence that flies side by side with him. Although he will always be his neighbor, if he doesn't want to die, then he will never die.

Xuanyi nodded, secretly making up his mind.

After this conversation, although Xuan Yi already knew that this room buried deep in the ground must be dangerous, it was necessary to bear the risk.

If Xuanji didn't lie to him.

Of course - Xuanji had no reason to lie to him.

During this journey, this young man named Devil had helped him countless times.

The boy sighed: Tell me how to open him.

Xuanji nodded in the young man's heart: Lend me your body for a while.

Saying this, Xuan Er took over the control of Xuanyi's body with the other party's permission. Since selling four souls, Xuan Er has actually taken a higher dominant position in Xuanyi's body, and even said that he is like the one in front of him. In this way, you can directly snatch the body without Xuan Yi's consent.

This was originally the price that Xuan Yi was prepared to pay, but in fact Xuan Er was very cautious about using such permissions. Even if he really needed to use it, he would usually seek Xuanyi's advice.

After the change of leadership, although the boy was still the black-haired and silent boy, his eyes changed strangely. He raised his head and stared at the strange patterns that appeared on the smooth mirror door. At first glance, the pattern looks like a combination of red Manzhu Shahua and black skulls, but when you look closer, it looks like a ghost ship full of corpses.

Then he gently covered the pattern with his hand, closed his eyes, and recited ancient spells in his mouth, using a language that did not belong to humans. At the same time, power poured out of his hand and poured into the fan. In the door.

Those weird patterns began to light up little by little, like a prairie fire, or like red blood slowly filling the grooves.

When the blood finally flowed to every corner of the pattern, Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief, and then pushed the door hard.

The door opened quietly.

It was pitch dark inside the door, but Xuan Er's expression changed slightly.

He looked behind the door and his tone became serious: Who are you?

The other party didn't answer, but two red lights suddenly lit up behind the door, like candlelight, but more like eyes.

The next moment, the opponent shot out from the door, holding a sharp sword in the darkness, and rushed towards Xuanji outside the door.

Before this, neither Xuan Yi nor Xuan Er realized that there was such a living thing hidden inside this door.

The opponent came very quickly, but he was facing Xuan Er, not Xuan Yi.

The wings of flames spread out behind the young man in an instant, and the fire light circulated, illuminating everything in this rather narrow corridor. Sighed softly.

Oh it's you.

Hidden inside the door was a snow-white skeleton holding a sword.

It is indeed not alive.