Chapter 237

"Don't... don't be complacent! Even if I die, someone will complete this task instead of me. Please remember, you are facing not only me, but a powerful organization. What's more, for people like us, death is never the end, just a short stay and rest. It won't be long before I will stand in your position with another attitude In front of... "

With the continuous loss of vitality, Delhi said this paragraph intermittently, which was not clear whether it was a threat or a warning, and slowly swallowed his last breath.

Just when his pupils began to spread, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, followed by a sharp pull out of the magic sword, bringing out a bright red.

This red is not something like plasma or viscera, but a vague shadow, a soul just dragged out of the body.

Different from ordinary people's souls encountered before, Delhi's soul presents a strange and dangerous dark red. Even without any test, Zhang Cheng can feel an unusual energy fluctuation.

After discovering this, his eyes revealed a fanatical light. Without saying a word, he wrapped his left hand with magical energy and directly inserted it into the chest of his soul.

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A loud and harsh voice burst out centered on the soul!

"Ah ah!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! Damn it! What did you do! I... why didn't I return to Asia!"

Delhi's tone was full of panic and panic, constantly struggling to get rid of the shackles of the soul arrest messenger.

But unfortunately, no matter how he struggled, he could not offset the gravity that could not be described in words. It was this gravity that blocked his connection with Yasha, the place of shadow.

"Hehe, didn't you be arrogant a few seconds ago and hint that you would come back to trouble me? How are you afraid now?" Zhang Cheng sneered and satirized, pulling a small fragment from his soul and pinching it in the palm of his hand.

You should know that the soul is the most important and essential thing of a person. Once injured, it is disastrous. Apart from that, the sensitivity ten thousand times more painful than physical torture is enough to make most normal people collapse on the spot.

No accidents!

After feeling a part of himself torn off, Delhi immediately burst into a louder and more painful cry than just now.

Zhang Cheng ignored the unfortunate guy who was suffering a lot. He used different energy attributes to test the soul fragments in his hands. After a while, he found that this thing had a strong resonance with negative energy, such as death, shadow and so on.

Holding this small fragment that constantly released dark red light, he couldn't help muttering: "interesting... Even the soul has been eroded. Is this the result of some kind of magical transformation or the side effect of living in the shadow for a long time?"

At the same time, Delhi, who had experienced the terrible pain of tearing his soul, finally stopped howling, trembled all over his body, endured fear and anger, and whispered: "let me go! As long as you are willing to let me go, I will tell you a secret!"

"Oh, what's the secret? Let's hear it first." Zhang Cheng raised his mouth with great interest.

"Do you want to know about the origin of this Shentian tower and who was the original builder?" Delhi undoubtedly knew that he had no room for bargaining, and took the initiative to reveal some secrets hidden in his heart.

Looking at each other's two flashing eyes, Zhang Cheng suddenly laughed without warning: "Ha ha! My dear friend, it seems that you haven't figured out your situation. Do you know the power of this sword in my hand? It can devour the soul and turn it into a obedient ghost. Think about it. If you are also transformed into a ghost, everything in your mind will be mine sooner or later. Why do you use what belongs to me Come and make a deal with me? "

There is no doubt that this is a naked threat.

Although the arresting messenger can devour the soul and turn it into a haunted ghost, it can not retain all the memories of the ghost.

In short, the process of transforming the dead is like a forced brainwashing. After brainwashing, most of the previous memories will be destroyed, leaving at most one or two of the most profound fragments of memory.

But unfortunately, Delhi didn't know this at all. The whole person was so frightened that he quickly explained: "The original builder of the Shentian tower was a wizard from Asia. He came from the same organization as me, but later he chose to betray because he fell in love with a woman of a deep-sea race. In fact, the tower hides a secret. Only by extracting enough energy can it be activated."

"Organization? Secret?" Zhang Cheng touched it. An interested expression appeared on his face, followed by his index finger and middle finger. "Two questions: first, what is the organization you repeatedly mentioned? How many people are it composed of and how strong is it? Second, what does this so-called secret mean and why do you try every means to get it?"

"Drain all the energy at the bottom of the tower! You will soon get the answer! As for the organization, I'd rather be killed by you than reveal a word. You don't know the horror of the organization. It's far more painful to fall into their hands than to be enslaved by you."

At the mention of the secret group he joined, Delhi quickly became tough and didn't mean to let go.

Judging from the normal situation, either his loyalty to the group is far beyond the limit of people's imagination, or there is an unknown force restricting him from betraying.

As a guy who half steps into the evil camp, Zhang Cheng is obviously more inclined to the latter. He is not in a hurry to continue to force each other. Instead, he looks down and checks the mysterious symbols and patterns depicted on the ground.

Soon, with Delhi's wholehearted "help", he finally understood these gadgets that were very similar to valerian runes, and tried to guide energy and slowly inject into the hardwood staff inlaid with dragon crystals.

Each time a part is absorbed, one of the Dragon crystals on the staff will burst into dazzling light. When the last one lit up, the storage container suddenly burst into a crisp sound.

Before Zhang Cheng could react, the oval pool made of black brick exploded on the spot!

The rubble with sharp edges and corners splashed everywhere at a very fast speed. Unable to dodge, moroya was directly pierced by countless stones, like a ragged doll, and hit the wall behind her. Blood flowed continuously along the wound, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

In contrast, Zhang Cheng's condition is much better. He used only one second to support a series of protective magic, including ice armor, Mana Shield and so on. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured at all