920. Chapter 920 Open it! The gate of ghosts and ghosts! 5
Ling Luo stretched out a hand and gently touched the crimson planet that had just opened.
She wanted to test out what the newly opened spiritual planet was.
Ling Luo slowly closed her eyes, carefully feeling the breath flowing out of the crimson planet - the breath of death.
Since it appears in her spiritual realm, it must be hers and must be used by her.
The extremely rich aura of death rushed over from the crimson planet like a mountain and a tsunami along Ling Luo's hand.
What a domineering breath of death!
Ling Luo frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable for a moment.
Of course, it was only for a moment.
She took a deep breath, let herself go, and accepted what should be hers with an extremely peaceful attitude.
What about the overbearing aura of death? As long as it can be used by her, it is also a powerful weapon!
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly opened, and an extremely sharp light of death burst out.
"Accepted, 100%!"
Suddenly, she felt an extremely powerful force running through her body, filling her bones, like a torrent of river water, flowing endlessly through her veins.
Ling Luo had never felt her body full of strength more than now.
It was obviously the breath of death from the underworld, but she felt as close as her own relatives, so familiar that she wanted to cry.
"Open it! The secret door of the underworld!"
The domineering breath of death emanated from Ling Luo's body, and the crimson light beside her was as bright as day, lighting up the night sky of the imperial city!
In a blazing crimson halo, a huge ancient formation with a radius of a thousand meters suddenly appeared, engraved with complex and intertwined ancient runes of the underworld, shining brightly.
The world is silent.
The ultimate silence.
The huge underworld runes rotate slowly, and in the center is a formation eye like a black hole. The vortex of the black hole is rotating rapidly.
It is spinning, spinning, getting faster and faster, and the area of the black hole is getting larger and larger.
From the size of a fist, it became the size of a house, and in the end, the entire summoning array pattern of the Netherworld Ghost became a huge black hole.
Faintly, a burst of extremely weird music floated intermittently from the huge black hole.
It's the sound of bagpipes.
The sound of bagpipes reminds one of death.
As the sound of the bagpipe became clearer and clearer, tens of thousands of ghostly guide flowers bloomed on the edge of the huge black hole with a radius of thousands of miles.
The road between the human world and the underworld has been opened.,
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened. The flowers blooming on the road to the underworld were ten times bigger than those blooming in his absolute spiritual realm. After drinking the thoughts of the dead soul, even the color of the petals became brighter.
of soul-stirring.
The deadly sound of bagpipes.
The chant of the dead.
An extremely tall and handsome figure slowly stepped out of the black hole.
The man was wearing a pitch-black robe, engraved with extremely complicated bright red underworld runes, and had pitch-black hair hanging down to his knees, moving without wind.
The man dressed very casually, and his large robe was very lazy, revealing a large area of snow-white skin on his chest.
The extremely black robe, the extremely red lines, and the extremely white skin color, the three of them set off together create an extremely strong visual conflict.