"It's a pity that it's not a human demon, it's just a magic crystal basalt."
King Wushuang sat down next to Zhao Mu and looked at the fist-sized pieces of raw meat on the plate and said regretfully.
"What is a demon?"
Zhao Mu asked pretending not to understand.
"The mortal enemy of our dark creatures, don't ask any questions."
The Wushuang King hesitated and said, in his opinion, the relevant memories will be erased once the war chess king goes to the battlefield. He can retain the relevant memories because of his status. In the entire Dark Continent, only the Spirit Race does not have this.
Too many taboos.
"Pretend I didn't ask."
Zhao Mu picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of magic crystal basalt meat that he had cut casually.
Having controlled the Emperor, he knows a lot about the battlefield between humans and demons.
Magic Crystal Xuanwu is a variant of Xuanwu. The Xuanwu in the Dark Continent is a war weapon manufactured by the evolutionary faction of mankind. Demonic Crystal Xuanwu was created on this basis, a giant beast that can absorb almost infinite energy and wrap it around its body.
Through the materialization of energy, thick magic crystals are wrapped around the body.
The smallest magic crystal Xuanwu is millions of miles long.
Among them, there are only a few kilometers of flesh and blood, and the rest is wrapped in magic crystal.
Magic Crystal Xuanwu is the same as Xuanwu, consisting of a turtle and a snake.
The turtle is responsible for defense, and the snake is responsible for bombardment with a giant cannon with almost unlimited ammunition.
This is not the most terrifying thing. The most powerful thing is that the magic crystal Xuanwu rushes to the enemy's position and destroys itself. The substantial energy that is hundreds of thousands of miles thick explodes, which is enough to make even immortals disgraced and seriously injured.
Because of this power, it is almost impossible to capture Demon Crystal Xuanwu alive.
I don't know what luck happened to this one.
Zhao Mu ate it in one mouthful, and a complete body of flesh and blood was immediately born in the body of the ghost and god.
It's just very fragile and easily crushed by the bodies of ghosts and gods.
The new flesh and blood body quickly disappeared. It seemed that it had been swallowed by the interest of ghosts and gods. In fact, it was the fusion of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Reed and the super-dimensional divine body, which greatly increased the energy absorption of the cells and genes of the super-dimensional divine body.
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After eating the meat of the Magic Crystal Xuanwu, a series of exquisite dishes automatically appeared on the banquet table.
It's either cooked with magic potions that are good for the soul, or it's the soul that has been processed in various ways.
Zhao Mu saw a delicacy, which looked like a bowl of glutinous rice balls. In fact, the glutinous rice balls inside were all the souls of demigods. There were not many other things in the dark continent but demigods. After this feast of ghosts and gods, there were not many ghosts and gods.
Hundreds of myths just don't make sense.
In the memory of the Crimson King, although the banquets of ghosts and gods in the past were good, they were not so extravagant.
Obviously, the ghosts and gods took out their treasures and suffered a massive hemorrhage.
You don't need to think about it to know that the immortal ghosts and gods must have foreseen that the Dark Continent will fall into chaos.
No, it should have been foreseen by Night Blade, who escaped back to the ghost and god clan.
After eating, Zhao Mu put away a pot of blood wine for each person.
The bloody smell of the banquet of ghosts and gods comes from this pot of blood wine per person.
Zhao Mu knew after smelling it that it was brewed mainly with the blood of magic crystal Xuanwu, mixed with the blood of at least tens of thousands of dark creatures. If he used the Blood God Cup to purify and transform it, drinking it and combining it with his previous accumulation would be enough to make him
His extra-dimensional soul has reached the seventh level of mythology.
It has only been a few months, and he has already made the super-dimensional soul one step further.
At this rate, it probably won't take many years to become immortal.
The feast of ghosts and gods was eaten very quickly, and every ghost and god devoured it.
The last one finished eating, and suddenly all the tables and chairs disappeared and the grassland turned into a huge dance party.
Ghosts and gods hate humans, but they imitate humans everywhere.
During the dancing and socializing, Zhao Mu also met some ghosts and gods, all of whom were introduced by King Wushuang. Each of them had a very good relationship with King Wushuang. By the end of the dance, it was already midnight, and the ghosts and gods imitated humans in terms of time division.
After bidding farewell to King Wushuang, Zhao Mu returned to the ghost house and immediately started making stand-in dolls.
Among the stand-in dolls, the most powerful ones he had ever seen were the ones with the Crimson King as his trump card.
Of course, what the Wushuang King needed was not that powerful. As long as he could kill Shinhwa Yi once, it would be enough. But even so, it was not easy. Zhao Mu had to rely on the Dream-Eating Mother Tree's Immortal Dream Realm's manufacturing capabilities to mass-produce stand-in dolls.
The Wushuang King needed 10,000, and Zhao Mu prepared 20,000.
Ten thousand of them he will keep for himself.
Without these, the Abyss of Lost Souls would be the real forbidden land of death.
Ten days later, the ghosts and gods exited the ground.
Although the ghosts and gods live in the void, they are not on the surface of the earth or in the sky, but underground.
After passing through the surface exit, King Wushuang has been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the tired Zhao Mu, he was not happy at all and immediately disappeared.
It can be seen that the war chess king has worked hard these ten days.
"I'm so sorry."
Zhao Mu said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it on the way."
As he spoke, King Wushuang shrank and walked into a small ghost house that appeared on the back of Jiuyou White Tiger.
Zhao Mu walked towards the ghost house and also shrank. The Nine Nether White Tiger jumped across reality and entered the primitive spiritual world. In the primitive spiritual world, he rushed to the abyss of souls. In the ghost house, Zhao Mu took out 10,000 stand-in dolls and handed them to the Wushuang King.
"Okay, okay!"
King Wushuang happily checked each one, "It's not that I don't believe you. The Abyss of Lost Souls is too dangerous to have any accidents. Even if one of the stand-in dolls has the slightest problem, we may die in the Abyss of Lost Souls. No matter how cautious we are, as long as we can ensure
There’s no such thing as too much safety.”
"I understand. If you don't tell me, I have to check it. It is inevitable that there will be defective products in the rush."
Zhao Mu nodded in understanding.
Wushuang Wang checked it over and found several substandard and defective products.
Zhao Mu immediately made it on site, making up 10,000 and even dozens more stand-ins.
The Wushuang King actually wanted Zhao Mu to create more, but the Nine Nether White Tiger had already reached the Soul-Lost Abyss and could be chosen as a mount by immortal ghosts and gods. The Nine Nether White Tiger was very impressive in terms of speed, not to mention accelerating in the primitive spiritual world.
When the Nine Nether White Tiger left the original spiritual world, King Wushuang immediately put away the stand-in doll and came to the window of the ghost house.
Zhao Mu also came to the window and looked in the direction of the Soul-Destroying Abyss from a distance, feeling like he was suffocating.
Because the Nine Nether White Tiger fell on the ground, and the Lost Soul Abyss is underground, so in fact, the true face of the Lost Soul Abyss cannot be seen at this time, but just looking at the extremely twisted and evil negative power above the Lost Soul Abyss makes people tremble with fear.
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Especially since he has the Disaster Demonic Eyes, he can see more clearly and feel more deeply in this regard.
This sense of oppression is completely different from what the Red King saw in his memory.
Obviously, the Crimson King's time dream cannot truly record the Soul Falling Abyss. The time dream can only record the shape of the Soul Falling Abyss, but there is no way to record the true inner charm of the Soul Falling Abyss.