Ding Xiaoyi turned around and looked at the swollen face in front of him, and had a profound understanding of this sentence.
In fact, when he saw the skeleton through his big eyes, he knew that something was wrong.
The delicate carvings on the skull carry magical enchantment.
Currently, apart from himself, only Sardar, the ghost captain, can master this ability and likes to use magic on skeletons.
Only then did Wang Jialiang notice that there was an old man standing behind him.
Just as he was about to make a move, he saw Sardar glance at him, his playful eyes, as if he was about to dissect all his internal organs like a sharp knife.
Obviously, the disparity in strength between the two has reached a world-wide difference.
Wang Jialiang suddenly broke out in cold sweat and stood there without daring to move.
I felt a huge wave of disgust in my heart: "Who is he?? An evil spirit... no... not an evil spirit... a disaster spirit!"
The word "disaster spirit" came to mind, which immediately made Wang Jialiang despair.
Sardar's eyes shifted from Wang Jialiang to the young man in front of him.
Ding Xiaoyi gradually stood up straight with his hunched body, his fiery eyes seemed to be examining a work of art, making Ding Xiaoyi feel uncomfortable all over.
He had no choice but to take a step back and said with a smile on his face: "I said, that exquisite piece of art looks so familiar, it must be your work. Sure enough, I didn't expect to meet you here, the great Lord of the Dead.
Captain Sardar!”
"Hehehahahaha..."
Faced with Ding Xiaoyi's flattering words, Sardar couldn't help laughing wildly.
The sound was as loud as a bell, vibrating the surrounding space.
Ding Xiaoyi was fine, but Wang Jialiang was so shaken by the laughter that his internal organs shifted, until he vomited a large mouthful of blood, rolled his eyelids and fell to the ground.
This is the difference in strength.
It was just laughter. It is conceivable that if he really took action, there would probably be someone in the world who could be an enemy of Sardar.
But Sardar's smile became sharper and sharper.
The skinny palm suddenly grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's throat and gradually lifted Ding Xiaoyi in front of him.
In the pupils burning with psychic fire, there seems to be some kind of punishment brewing, to cut the guy in front of me into pieces for daring to play tricks on him!
"When I was a captain, I would pour honey on traitors who deceived me, then tie them up in the swamp and feed them to mosquitoes!"
The method Sardar mentioned was the notorious punishment among pirates, mosquito punishment.
Often those pirates would rather be fed to sharks or beheaded than be slowly tortured until their blood is drained by mosquitoes.
Even though Sardar's tone was very gentle, it was as if he was telling an insignificant story.
But anyone can tell that under this gentle voice, there is a strong murderous intention.
In fact, in order to find this guy Ding Xiaoyi, he had been massacred near Paradise Island for several days.
I thought I had no chance to catch this guy who dared to tease me.
Disappointed, I had no choice but to come here to relax and loot some materials to go back.
What I didn't expect was that as soon as I walked into the camp at the invitation of the Yi man, I immediately noticed the big eyeballs flying above my head.
What is this feeling? It doesn't take much effort to get it without trying to find anywhere.
Sardar's mood right now has never been happier than now.
Faced with Sardar's threat, a person would have started to beg for mercy.
But Ding Xiaoyi thought about it thoughtfully, nodded solemnly and said: "You are really a kind elder. If you were my teacher, he would definitely let him experience the long-standing punishment skills inherited from our Xia people.
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Although neither the alliance nor the labor union will take the initiative to admit this fact.
But in the inheritance of the Xia people, in addition to the fascinating poems and songs, there is also a profound cultural inheritance, including the current mainstream written language, which is mainly used by the Xia people.
It is precisely because of the richness of this inheritance that it is enough to support human civilization after reconstruction.
Sardar also had to admit that in the Xia people's inheritance, there were many things that were insignificant and even criticized as having strange powers and confusing gods, but they contained great wisdom that was difficult to fathom.
So when he heard that Ding Xiaoyi actually had a teacher, Sardar's eyes flickered.
The first thought that came to mind was to enchant with magic.
After all, the kid in front of me is too young.
How could he figure out such a magical method of magic by himself? But if it was taught to him by his teacher, then everything would be explained.
"Don't try to lie to buy time. If I find out that you are lying to me, then I will have to open your head and squeeze out all the memories in your mind. Believe me, this process is no different from squeezing juice!"
Saying this, Sardar threw Ding Xiaoyi to the ground.
"Who is your teacher and what is his name? Is he a Xia man??"
Facing Sardar's series of questions, Ding Xiaoyi knew that he had taken the bait.
The reason why I am so confident is because my love and curiosity about magic are no less than Sardar's.
I believe that if it were me, I would be moved by what I just said.
"Great Lord of the Dead, first of all, my teacher is a traditional Xia man, and he still maintains the tradition of writing with ink. Oh, believe me, that stinky ink is so stinky."
Ding Xiaoyi's words suddenly made Sardar's eyes blazing.
He smelled a faint smell of ink on some remaining ancient books, but it was not a very bad smell. Later, he spent a lot of money to inquire and learned about it from an old Xia from Paradise Island.
, that is the fragrance of ink.
So his face twitched, and he said disdainfully to Ding Xiaoyi's words: "Stupid, that's called Mo Xiang!"
Ding Xiaoyi nodded like a chicken eating rice and continued:
"He focuses his research on magic. In his theory, the spirituality between heaven and earth can be borrowed and communicated through magical formations, and even integrated with it to achieve the state of unity between heaven and man!"
Most of this sentence comes from some descriptions in that formation book. I didn't understand much about it, so I copied it directly.
But for Sardar, it is simply the best way.
"As for my teacher's name...sorry!"
He shrugged his shoulders: "I can't tell him his name. After all, you have to know that what he studies is, in the eyes of many people, the dregs of feudal superstition. So I have sworn that if I tell him
His name will make my head explode."
The corners of Sardar's mouth twitched a few times.
Being so cunning, he only listened to half of what Ding Xiaoyi said, and of the half he heard, he believed only half.
But this doesn't mean that he will let go of this guy who dared to play tricks on him and almost destroyed his ghost ship.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi immediately took out something: "This is my teacher's masterpiece. It can prove that what I said is not false!"
The thing I took out was none other than the space gem.
The complex formations outlined in it were elusive even to myself, and Sardar was certainly no exception.
When he took the space gem in his hand, his face could no longer hide the shock in his heart.
That's right, it's magic.
He grabbed the space gem and held it in his hand to look at it carefully.
The lines drawn inside, the mysterious compound formation, from every angle, a new formation is presented in front of you.
This miraculous technique has surpassed me countless times.
Just like when Ding Xiaoyi got the space gem, he was shocked. In their concept, magic was unique to them, but they discovered it only after seeing the gem.
It turns out that they are not original, and there are already people who have far surpassed them in this research.
"Oh my god! Is this really made by your teacher??"
"Of course, otherwise do you think I can make such a thing?"
Sardar nodded thoughtfully, indeed, this method was indeed far beyond them.
Of course he didn't believe that Ding Xiaoyi's ability in front of him could create this thing.
For a moment, Sardar looked at Ding Xiaoyi with envy and jealousy in his eyes. Having such a good teacher would make him feel many times more comfortable than struggling to figure it out himself.
"Dear Lord of the Dead, last time it was too abrupt. You wanted to kill me after all. In fact, we have many common topics, don't we..."
"For example!"
A sinister smile appeared on Sardar's lips, and he held the space gem in his arms unceremoniously.
"For example! For example, I'm hungry..."
Ding Xiaoyi pointed to his belly, indicating that if Sardar wanted to continue chatting, he might as well fill his belly first.
Sardar's pupils tightened, he really wanted to tear this guy to pieces.
But I have to admire this young man's courage and courage.
Of course, what made him even more curious was the mysterious teacher behind this young man.
"It's interesting. Maybe letting this kid live a few more days doesn't seem like a bad thing. Anyway, we can just deal with it in the end."
An idea came to Sardar's mind. His desire for magic was beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Even, in Sardar's heart, perhaps enchantment is the way to eternal life.
He needs to spare no effort to gather any information about enchantment.
Of course, the reason why Sardar is so reassured lies in the inferior strength shown by Ding Xiaoyi.
Under the disaster spirit, everyone is just an ant.
Right now, Ding Xiaoyi is firmly in his hand, and he can crush this guy to death at any time.
He didn't believe that this kid could stir up waves in his hands.
"Okay, we need to have a good chat!"
Immediately, his skinny hands grabbed Ding Xiaoyi and Wang Jialiang, who was unconscious on the ground. As the surrounding images blurred and distorted, by the time he came to his senses, the two of them had been thrown unceremoniously onto the soft animal skin blanket.
Ding Xiaoyi opened his eyes and saw that he and Wang Jialiang were in a huge tent.
Several maids were standing aside blankly, frightened and at a loss when Sardar appeared out of thin air.
Sardar clapped his hands, and outside the tent, two skeletons wearing armor walked in, their eyes flashed with psychic fire, and the strong aura of death made people feel suffocating.
"Follow them and never leave. If you want to escape, just kill them and leave their heads alone!"
After giving the order, Sardar turned around and walked out of the tent, not worrying that Ding Xiaoyi and Wang Jialiang could escape from his first and fourth mates.