But from the clergy, it should not be so weak.
"You slow down, slow down … huh?" Lin Chong was thinking of telling the old Yan Luowang not to be so excited, but when he was holding Yan Luowang, he suddenly felt a lot of pressure around him, which seemed to be compressed.
"What’s going on?" Lin chong pointed to the wall with some surprise.
"No, no,no. The king knows, knows!" Yan Luowang inexplicably shouted.
While yelling at him, he turned around and lifted the desk, lifted the pen and paper, and picked up the chair again to lift the pen and write again. As he started writing, this contraction also suddenly stopped but did not expand outward, but maintained a narrow space of about nine square meters.
It’s half smaller than before, and the distance from Lin Chong’s desk is less than half, so you can clearly see Yan Luowang’s face age spots.
This doesn’t sound like a god. Look, this mental state is like an old man abandoned by a woman in a nursing home.
"Lord Yan Luowang … What’s the matter with you?" Lin chong carefully asked
Obviously, once this is compressed to the limit, I’m afraid nothing good will happen. The high probability is that Yan Luowang and Lin Chong, this machine, body double, will die at the same time.
And to keep this going should be Yan Luowang’s writing.
Yan Luowang looked up at Lin Chong’s panting and didn’t say anything, while Lin Chong glanced at what he wrote … Well, the title should be … Well, I can’t understand it. It’s a grimace. Of course, it’s also a grimace. Lin Chong can’t understand it
"Don’t look!" Yan Luowang cried while writing, and hurriedly covered up his writing. "Are you crazy to dare to read other gods!"
You dare to write what I can’t see … Lin Chong intends to secretly start this body double photo function and leave two images for record.
But I heard Yan Luowang say again, "After reading this dead soul, all creatures will become dead souls!"
Ah … Lin Chong gave up starting the photo function.
"Then, Lord Yan Luowang, did you write this sacred text to maintain this?" Lin chong asked again
"This is what he gave me as a priest." Yan Luowang said that his tone was sad and he didn’t call him’ king’. It means that "I have to write a complete dead soul before I can perform my duties to him, but the dead soul is the end of the law because there is always a new necromancer. If we slack off a little, our boundary will be tightened.
The former king lived in The six great divisions in the wheel of karma and the Great Hall of Hades, with a vast boundary, but now this small candle land is hard to maintain.
Seeing the death of the body is just around the corner. "
Yan Luowang sighed and shed tears, but he still didn’t compose his pen.
"Who is he?" Lin Chong asked quickly, "Who is the man who imprisoned you here?"
"This is not a prison, but a church." Yan Luowang shook his head. "Don’t you know who he is? When he was born, there was a side that split the history of the heavens and hundreds of millions of dead souls. Drinking the name is to sue all the dead who live in the dead soul and palm the heavens and the earth … I don’t know if you call him now. "
This information is a little too much
Lin Chong frowns and 74 slowly wisps one.
Is the dead soul day one of the twenty-four heavens?
Look, Yan Luowang means.
Is it high to sue the dead Lord?
Maybe
What Yan Luowang described was the formation process of the heavens on one side?
What is the so-called "breaking out of history"?
What can this defendant tell Yan Luowang to give him such a post of torture and death?
"The high tell to death what can call to arms you are not Yan Luowang? Is it the owner of hell? " Lin Chong simply asked.
This question surprised Yan Luowang’s eyes. He looked at Lin Chong strangely. "Where are you from? Know the king’s title but not the names of the heavens? Is there still a world with the official history of the past after the heavens split? Where are you from? "
"Your guess may be right," said Lin Chong.