Chapter 1723: ?gambling

The latest website: Kasas Conferral Art, the masterpiece of the great arcanist Kasas in the Nether era, invented and used this thirteen-ring super spell mainly to pull the goddess of magic off the horse, and instead took the magic net by himself.

Of course, the result is not so good. A generation of magic goddess committed suicide in order to maintain the existence of the magic net, and Casas himself exploded.

Just like a madman who likes tall buildings, he does not cover the ten floors below, but directly covers the eleventh floor. Using magic to deal with the goddess of magic is equivalent to taking away all the ladders under his feet...

According to legend, the magic was completely lost, but it was only lost among living people. For La Roc, who existed in the same era, they witnessed the fall of the floating city, the magic of the gods, and a group of people who knew its principles.

It's not human anymore, but the lich is also a spellcaster.

Fei Lun's subsequent magic net only had ten layers, and he had no conditions to activate the Conferred God Art, but the monkey version of the magic net of the Sky Council was not.

Anyway, the energy network is virtual. You need more ‘electricity’ here, and Sepulk’s side will give you more ‘electricity’.

A group of big liches patched up the Conferred God technique, reducing some of its power and reducing its output power.

As the deceased, Laroch is a professional counterpart to death, but he is not trying to grab the priesthood of the world's death god, and there is no need to play to the level of the thirteenth ring, just to create a dialogue path.

As the liches of the evil neutral camp, they are all used to being hard.

After all, there was a lot of preparation, and there were a lot of manpower for setting up the magic circle, plus many people casting the magic together, the magic soon took effect.

A blue beam of light broke through the dark clouds in the sky and plunged directly into the endless night sky. The whole world seemed to be trembling, and there was an unstable cracking sound from the space.

"Exercise too hard, lightly."

Su Ming didn't panic at all. He was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the tombstone. According to DC's experience, the world's self-repairing ability is very good, as long as it takes time, it will not cause too bad consequences.

Maybe it’s interrupting people’s sleep. As soon as he finished speaking, the blue beam of light suddenly turned black. From the thick tree that a few people hugged, it became thinner and thinner. At last there was only a thread, and it seemed Dissipated in the rain like a disconnection.

There was a sigh in the air.

"Ugh."

I couldn't see the existence of anything, not even the classic black robe skeleton image, but the black ring given by Marvel's death on Su Ming's hand sent a cold touch, and he knew that the object he was looking for had arrived.

It seems that the **** of death in this world is a pure concept, no wonder no one has seen it in the past. This is an abstract intangible consciousness, one level lower than the conceptual entities of DC and Marvel.

But it doesn't matter.

"Hello, Reaper, I am the death knell of the Supreme Mage, I want to make a deal with you."

"Oh?"

I don't know where the other party is, but the answer is very close.

"I heard that you bet with the three brothers a long time ago and lost to them three artifacts. This is like a proof of shame. I plan to return them to you and exchange three things that are of little value to you. ."

Su Ming continued to talk to the air, and now Grindelwald and Dumbledore's expressions were much more serious. They stood up, and even Snape clenched his fists, as if he was afraid of hearing the other's rejection.

"Um...I do want to return things, but I have to listen to your request first." Death's voice asked.

"The souls of two women still answer me a question."

The **** of death was silent for a while, only the sound of rain in his ears, and even when everyone thought he had left, a new answer came to him: "Well, it sounds good, but why should I trade with you?"

"Hehe, how about we make a bet?"

Su Ming had a plan early on. Since the opponent can get it down, of course there is a way to solve the problem.

He doesn't know much about the **** of death in this world, but now this guy admits that he is the three holy artifacts for betting to lose to the three brothers, then love to gamble, it can be confirmed as a character weakness of the other party.

Weaknesses can be used, even if God does.

"What are you betting on?" The opponent was really excited, and his voice didn't seem so low.

Su Ming looked at the sky, the dark clouds that had broken through a hole were rolling, and the moon could be seen through the hole:

"I bet that you can't kill me. Of course, I'm still in a hurry. Just set an hour. If you can't do it, you will agree to my terms. If I die, these things will be given to you for nothing."

"You? A human?" came the laughter of the **** of death, grimly as if he was scraping his bones with a knife: "I am the **** of death, all life is in my grasp, what gives you the courage to make you Bet on this with me? The three Peverier brothers are not as arrogant as you."

Su Ming took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth and lowered his head to light it. He looked a little impatient and said: "You just gave it to Liang Jingru at that time, do you gamble?"

"Bet!" Reaper cried, "I will arrange a less painful way of death for you!"

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The next scene is a bit like death coming.

Su Ming would choke on smoking. A good cemetery even suddenly experienced an earthquake, cracked a crack and fell into the magma, or suddenly an artificial satellite fell on his head. All in all, it was like a series of accidents.

However, Su Ming can live alone when he destroys the single universe. What kind of trick is the death of God? Wasn't it just being struck by lightning, and underground methane gas exploded, causing it to be smashed by flying tombstones?

These are trivial.

Most accidents can be blocked, a small number of which cannot be blocked, such as spontaneous combustion or cardiac arrest, but the self-healing ability and strangulation are not to be seen. If you don’t want to delay time, he can follow The **** of death was exhausted.

The **** of death was very restrained at first, but as time passed, its methods gradually became crazy. Various natural disasters took turns to play, but they all happened in this small cemetery.

The others were far away, and Snape seemed to be a little worried, but the liches had already begun to study the new test items obtained tonight.

For example, pull out the head of a certain Death Eater and press ~www.NovelMTL.com~ or let the head rotate around the neck, and have fun.

An hour passed quickly, and Death stopped.

The ambush bugs immediately ventured over to come over, and the original graveyard is now the same as the battlefield of Star Wars, devastated, and there are large pits emitting poisonous gas.

"Death knell, after experiencing the death package of the other world, how do you feel now?"

The microphone stretched out in front of him, and the rain caused the radio to make a pop.

Su Ming looked directly at the battlefield ahead, and smiled relaxedly after removing the mask: "The taste is a bit weak."

The sigh of death came again, and a large piece of floating black cloth suddenly appeared in front of Su Ming. It was wrapped in a shadow-like E humanoid object, but there was nothing in the darkness under the cloth, only pure black.

"I lost, tell your request, great mortal."