Chapter 967: Treasures of God

The Death Knell Chapter 967 The Sound Novel of God Treasure Listen Online

"You dragged me into an illusion? Emperor Weishan is here, what kind of plants are those? How can two people enter the same illusion at the same time?!"

Monak stood helplessly beside Su Ming, and the two came to the purple grassland again. The Magic Prince was closing his throat as if he was planning to spit out the green juice he had just drunk.

"Okay, it's a heart-shaped grass, which nourishes the yin and lungs, strengthens the body, and most people can't drink it even if they want to drink it." Su Ming patted his back angrily, but it felt like slapped cotton. : "Besides, you and I are both in the form of soul projection now, located in a higher dimension. What do you think the soul can spit out?"

Wakanda's defense has been significantly strengthened this time, especially near the statue of the Leopard God, where hundreds of people's secret whistle were ambushed. Not to mention the weird things such as automatic javelin turrets and fully intelligent axe throwing machines.

However, it is of no use. Although the technological methods are basically good in any world, there is no conflict of laws, but when facing magic, they are often blind.

Because magic is derived from a concept, it often represents one of the four forces of time, space, chaos, or order, and can exert its greatest power in the corresponding universe.

So Monak opened the door and sent them directly into the city. Su Ming was like going to his own vegetable field to harvest vegetables. He went to the medicinal field to pull out a handful of heart-shaped grass and smashed it into the juice for Monak. I filled half a bowl and drank half a bowl myself.

Then, the two of them entered the mysterious world as if their souls were out of their body.

Monak smiled bitterly: "You are so brave, dare to enter the realm of the God of Loa, and drag me crazy with you."

"Don't worry, I know you have suffered from the Loa **** before, but that is the Indian jungle god, the leopard **** is different, and the big cat is very talkative."

Su Ming recognized the direction and flew in one direction with Monak.

The coordinates are not known here, the teleportation spells basically all fail, only the flight is reliable.

When he came under the big bread tree, Su Ming put him down and pointed to the place just passing by in the distance: "Don't talk to the lions over there, let alone ask their names. It is very dangerous."

"How idle do I have to take the initiative to chat with a lion? Okay, where's your leopard god?" Monarch sullied his clothes. Whenever a British gentleman had to look good.

"It took a bath today, so why isn't it? Is it night snack time?" Su Ming squeezed his chin: "By the way, don't you ask God? Let's try it first."

"Ugh"

Monak let out a sigh, but proceeded according to the instructions of the death knell. He walked around the tree to observe the ground, then returned to Su Ming and arranged something on the ground.

It seems to be the common casting materials of voodoo, such as the nails of the dead, the hair of bats and so on.

Properly arranged, he quietly closed his eyes, as if feeling the wind on the grassland across his cheeks.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, raised his hands up to the sky, and stomped towards the sky with one foot, and then walked sideways in large strides, his eyes staring like brass bells, and he bent down and let out a low growl in his mouth.

"Huh!"

"what?"

Su Ming tilted his head. It was the first time he saw the Great God of Jump. Actually, he has been counted. He has acted with many mages until now, but the Magic Prince's ability is really unique.

It's like Vivienne's magic blacksmithing technique, or Constantine's "friend sacrifice technique", both of which are their respective abilities.

Many people think that being a mage should be almost the same, but in fact it is not the case. Depending on the source of strength and the school of inheritance, each mage is different.

Even Kama Taj's red belt and shield spells that seem to be a bad street are difficult for an outsider to learn.

Otherwise, why are so many people pursuing the power of the devil, or digging graves and tombs like death, isn't it just for these unspoken secrets?

The Magic Prince didn't know what Death Knell was thinking behind his back, his attention was completely devoted to the process of casting the spell, that is, in the dance moves.

The ignorant layman thinks that jumping a great **** is just jumping wildly, like having a seizure, then meeting a liar.

The true magical magic requires not only spells and casting materials, but even this dance movement is a means of making up for gestures that cannot be completed by the fingers, so that body language is used instead.

Not even a single bit will work, and many postures don’t seem to be made by a human body, requiring long training.

In just a few short movements, Monak felt that his mental power was connected to some unknown existence, and the leopard **** noticed him.

So he gritted his teeth and continued, shouting again in his mouth like other witch doctors: "Oh!"

"what!"

But the death knell behind him didn't know what the wind was, so he yelled the chant, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and actually sang an Indian-style song in Chinese:

"Who is it~~~Send you off, come here, beside me~~~It's that, round moon, bright moon~~~"

Monak immediately slipped and fell to the ground. At the same time, a huge black shadow fell from the dense tree canopy, and it jumped like elastic when it hit the ground.

It is a huge black panther, covering his eyes with his paws, rolling on the ground, and shouting in standard English: "Don't jump! My eyes are going to be blind!"

Monak turned his head and saw, it turned out that at some point, the death knell danced an Indian dance behind him, wearing a full body armor ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but making all kinds of charming moves like a woman

The magic prince understood that the Wilson family's mental illness is inherited, and the cousin and cousin are like this. This is no longer a human problem.

"Sorry, I can't help myself when I hear the prelude to this'Hahahaha', besides, you hide in a tree and pretend to sleep, and don't say to greet me."

Su Ming stopped singing and dancing, and said to the Leopard God with a strange smile.

There are not many ways to deal with God, but it is definitely useful to attack his spirit. Tell this big cat to make him look water and dirt last time? The revenge came back this time.

The Leopard God turned over from the ground, his paws flipped, and many translucent black souls walked out from behind the big tree: "You have only left for a day, and you are coming back. Are you planning to sleep here for my company?"

Su Ming shook his head again, and took off his helmet as if he was dissatisfied, with a disdainful expression on his face: "No, you are all black here. I suspect you are racist."

Leopard God opened his mouth, and he didn't know how to answer: "Don't be bullshit, although I don't mind playing around with you, but your character, nothing will come to me."

"Yes, I want a soul from Mephisto to see where he got a kid called Captain America, but this soul is incomplete, and we are not good at soul spells, so I thought. Thinking, I decided to come to you who is better at raising soul."

Su Ming gestured to Monak to release the demon soul, so don't worry about it running away here.

The magic prince is full of black lines, let others follow the death knell next time he has a mission.

But thinking like this in his heart, his body was still very honest, and he threw out a little scarecrow, chanted a few spells, and suddenly a black smoke came out of it.

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