The one who can communicate with me is the first evil son to appear, and the evil son who I have successfully called out for the first time, and temporarily call it the old one.

Old two, third, fourth, a few of them have a weak connection with me.

There is a connection, but just like the TV signal is not good, from time to time in the brain can appear that kind of snow screen screen screen screen screen.

This is not an exaggeration, it feels like the signal is broken...

But there is no denying that the old one has made me feel more and more real.

It seems that I am integrated with my soul, or that half of my soul has entered its body... I feel that it is me, that I am it, and that the connection between them is getting deeper and deeper.

When I found that the connection between the three fallen evils was weak, the old man was able to manipulate them instead, and just hooked his fingers, and the other badgers came over, and the mouth was also greatly grinning, and the saliva mixed with the unknown stench liquid, dripping down the corner of his mouth to the ground.

When I found the eyes meeting, I nodded, as if to say hello to me.

The old man looked at the other side for a while, his eyes were obviously hesitant, and looked at me again, whimping and barking, his eyes seemed to be asking me, now?

"Don't worry, it's not time."

I whispered, feeling that the eyelids became a little heavy, as if they were sleepy, and I couldn't help rubbing my eyes with my hands, and my head was a little confused, as if I hadn't slept well.

But I have to say that at this time, my consciousness is more sober than before, and even calmed down a lot.

I thought of a lot of things I didn’t think of before, and there were a lot of details that I had ignored before, and now I realized it one by one.

The state of Erbei's body is very wrong, compared to when I saw it in the cave, the breath on the body is even weaker, even if it is not in the middle of sleep.

Although I couldn’t see anything, I always felt... Erpby’s body seemed to be covered by something.

The invisible thing not only covered Erpe, but also temporarily suppressed the power of Erpe.

No, it may not be repression, it is blocking.

“It seems to have been stopped, can you feel it?”I muttered to myself, and did not want to communicate with the evil son of such a deep problem.

But I didn't expect it, the old one whimpered two times, noding his head, as if it felt so.

As for the other evils, they stayed very quietly on the edge, without any reaction, and looked at them very vigilantly, and did not listen to my words.

At the same time, Gatto seems to have signs of exhaustion, and the attack on Erpe is not so fierce, like a hanged ghost lying on the top of Erpe, without stopping the mouth to bite it, there is a fierce light in his eyes.

The "black snakes" that were separated from the mucus on the ground also gradually disappeared.

The mucus that covers the underground space still exists, but they fall into silence and are no longer separated.

The war was frozen, but I still did not dare to let the evil son go up to help, because I felt that this was not a simple standoff, but a calm before the storm came.

I don't know what Erby is preparing for, or what Gaga is preparing, I find that the atmosphere has become a little wrong, there is a sense of unspeakable oppression.

And that feeling of oppression, just came from the side of the body.

At this moment, the evil son suddenly roared, as if he had been threatened, and the beginning of the brush brushing was retreating, including holding my old one, all indifferently retreating, as if trying to distance themselves from each other.

“Goo.”

Hearing this extremely abrupt sound of water, I subconsciously shook a cold trembling.

His mother's . . . this voice can only be made by the old creatures . . . . it is difficult to have a new trick?

My guess should be eight or nine, at least I think so, but not two seconds later, the reality gave me a big mouth.

The sound of water came from, not far from me, on the black mucus in front of the left.

There is a black mucus the size of a grinding disc that is changing color, from black to gray, as if dead, with an indescribable death.

This phenomenon seems to be contagious, and from that point on, it is constantly spreading.

After a while, the black mucus on all sides was infected, and the area the size of two or three basketball courts became that kind of pale color.

That kind of thing is dangerous, although I don't know what it is, but from the reaction of the evil ones, they are like great enemies... that should be something that can be fatal.

The death of mucus is constantly spreading.

After about half a minute, that strange change spread to us, thinking that the evil son would take me to the edge, but none of them moved, very vigilant to see the changes on the ground, and did not mean to escape.

At this close distance, I suddenly found that the mucus was not dead, but dried up, as if it had been dried up, and inexplicably turned into small granules of gravel.

Standing behind me, the evil son was still a little curious, not afraid, and went up to step on it with his feet, and when he lifted his feet, the palms of his feet were all covered with that kind of fine sand, and the clamor fell down.

There was no surprise, which surprised me the most.

Those grit is like the most ordinary yellow sand, touching the evil son at the same time, the root does not bring it any other reaction.

With the passage of time, the black mucus covered in underground space is also becoming less and less.

That change is visible to the naked eye, and all the mucus is rapidly drying up until it turns into a miserable white grit.

When this underground space is completely "desertified", with a whirling wind, from the other side of the entrance, the wind blows in.

Wind and sand, death, all this is related to the sand, it seems that the situation has gradually become clear...

“Hold on!”

Suddenly, the wind became loud without warning, and the change in that moment made me a little unable to react, and the eardrum was buzzing.

The strong wind blowing from the entrance directly swept up the gravel on the ground, and rushed to the side.

At this time, I did not hesitate to give orders directly to the three evil sons around me.

“The above!”

Hearing the sound of my command, they did not immediately make a move, but slightly froze for two seconds, and when the old one roared twice, it rushed forward.

This phenomenon makes me a little depressed, the evil son does not listen to me, only listen to the evil son, what the fuck does this mean?

But I still haven't seen until I understand that the three evil sons who run out have fallen into the sand one by one.

The whole underground space is like a dust storm, the wind is rolling up the white grit, constantly whistling in the air, their targets are all erto, are moving to that side.

From this point of view, the past, the sand has formed a wind column similar to a tornado.

Blinking the work of the eye, the figure of the three evil sons disappeared from my sight, and was completely covered with a solid cover.

At this time, I found that my eyes were a little uncomfortable, as if they were charmed by the sand, and I couldn't help but rub their hands twice.

When I opened my eyes, the erper body in the center of the wind and sand had lost its luster, and the soft light emanating from it had become invisible.

This should be the power of the sander to help us? 」I said with great interest, full of hope: "With the help of the big god to pull the hand, we will certainly not lose!" 」

I think my mouth is open, just said this two seconds, there are a lot of willow-like things in the sand.

Those things are similar to black plastic bag fragments, scattered scattered in the sand, looking extremely conspicuous.

At the moment these things appeared, holding my evil son, very abrupt howl, the tone full of urgency.

I didn’t ask him what was wrong, but I heard three thumpings.

The three evil spirits who had just run into the sand, one by one, flew out one by one, and their bodies were filled with long black thorns, and looked at them like hedgehogs.

At the same time, in that wind and sand, the scream of Gat's time suddenly sounded... No, it must have been the voice of the old monk!

“How can you?! who are you?”