In the eyes of the public, the body of the sand body is ultimately unable to support, accompanied by a sluggish sound, instantly bursting, into a dead gray grit.

Seeing this scene, the ancestors and I were in the same relaxed tone, looked at each other, and the expression was somewhat helpless.

I really didn't think... it was he who killed halfway out of the way!

If it is someone else...such as the old teacher, we don't have to work so hard.

“It’s too much.”The old ancestor sighed, “If this bastard directly attacks us, maybe we really have to lose a lot!”

“No...” I laughed a little hard, constantly urging the body to cooperate with the ancient air, and to restore my state as soon as possible: “It is better to fight with the kings of these old days than with those old teachers, at least they hold their own identity, and they will not play with us.”

"In his eyes, we are ants... we are stronger ants."The old ancestor said helplessly: "Do you still need to attack with the ants?"

Yes, the ancestors said this correctly, with the ants ... really do not need to attack.

Take this incident as an example, if we accidentally let the ant bite, the next time we meet it, we will sneak attack, or we will catch it with great light, and slowly teach it what it is to fight revenge...

I don’t know how to choose, I will choose the latter myself.

Let the ants bite, find it directly, and die on one foot, which still needs to be attacked?

"Your recovery is not slow..." The old ancestor came to me, looked down at me, looked at me, and his eyes were surprised, and he could not help but relax a little.

It is estimated that in his opinion, my previous state is almost like the exhaustion of serious injury, a short period of time is certainly not enough to recover, after all, take 80% of the gas out of the hard work, this kind of loss on the body is too big, almost hurt its fundamental ...

But the ancestors did not expect that the body clams with the ancient atmosphere can be so hard, although not in time to recover back, but only need to give me a little time ... ... all this can be done.

It is only a matter of time before I recover, and it will not be long before I can return to my full state.

“It’s weird...”

The killer suddenly muttered, danled his head, and scanned to the left and right, his face full of doubt.

"Don't those old teachers like to pile up, why can't a person see it now... I thought I would meet a few arms as a car's waste..."

“It’s probably in the mountains, isn’t it?”The spider boy smiled, "After all, opening the star door is their first task, blocking us foreign spoilers... A sander is enough."

“That’s enough shit.”The schadenfreude laugh: "That waste did not fail, let the old Shen and the ancestors explode into sand, this gang of old religion no longer..."

Without waiting for him to finish, I couldn't help but mention the words: "There is no one in the old religion."

“What?”Kill the ghost as if he hadn’t heard me, and he looked at me in amazement: “What’s the matter?”

"The old teachers are almost at the same time by the teachers of freedom, and for now, our enemies ... belong to the old religion who dare to face the battle with us, only one teacher."I shrugged my shoulders: "Seriously, I admire that old thing, too much for her wife's dare to play."

“Just him one?”The killer asked hurriedly, “What’s going on?”Do you know anything?”

At this time, I reacted to the great changes inside the old religion, and I did not talk to the killer ghosts and other people.

It’s not about hiding them, it’s just forgetting.

Now when the ghosts asked, I did not think much about it, and directly told me what I knew, including those who were deprived of life, and everything that happened to them I repeated it truthfully.

"That's almost it."I said, slowly lighting a cigarette, sitting on the ground slowly: "Those things that have been taken by the teacher of the self-righteous are the lifeblood of the old teacher, and the teacher seems to need these things... Whether it is used to open the star door or what to do, I don't know."

“You said... these things that were taken by the self-inddler... were trapped inside a metal utensil?”The old ancestor looked at me thoughtfully and seemed to remember something: “What is that metal instrument like?”Can you describe it?”

“I haven’t seen it yet, just listen to them...” I replied, recalling a little bit of what he had told me, and then he repeated it truthfully: “It was a black octahedron metal, and there were many spells on it, which should be a tool unique to the old religion.”

“Black octahedron metal... this... this thing is in the hands of the free master?” the old ancestor glared, looked at me in disbelief, as if I thought I was joking with him: “Are you sure this news is true?

Seeing that the ancestors behaved so surprised, I couldn't help but falter for a while, thinking carefully, saying that it should not be fake news.

“Really... there really is that thing...” The old ancestor muttered, and his expression became more and more shocked.

Seeing him surprised, I couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Do you know the origin of the black metal body?"

“I know.”The old ancestor nodded, and the expression was very complicated: "Although I have only seen some ancient hand scrolls ... but through the messages passed down from generation to generation by the ancients, I can be sure that the authenticity of this thing, it is definitely not supposed to remain in the afterlife... No, even the ancients thought that the ferrous metal body left this world with the kings of the old days."

“Old man, what is that?”The spider boy also came up with a look of curiosity: "Is it the weapon of the kings of the ancient times?"“What special seal?”

The old man thought about it and said it was a key.

“The key?”

“Yes ... in the black metal of death on that side . . . . . . . . . . . . . . the glitter of radiance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“What is it used for?”The ghosts ask excitedly.

“Most of the time, it was used as a container by the King of Black robes.”The old ancestor said: “It can carry all the power of this world, it can also carry the endless darkness of the deep stars... whatever it absorbs, it will purify it, and thus integrate it with other things and become an energy that can be manipulated.”

“Energy...” I heard this parable, and the thoughtful smokes and does not say a word.

My ancestors looked at me and continued to say.

"This energy can be used against the enemy, it can also be used to repair the body, but the greatest effect is to open the star door anywhere, this strange function, only the black robe king can be exhibited."The ancestors said here, the expression became a little confused: "Fortunly speaking, this thing should go with the black robe king, but why does it appear in the afterlife... this should not be ah..."

“Can you open the star door?”I said, “If it were so easy, wouldn’t the tortoise-grandson have already opened the star door and returned to the world?”

"The black-robed kings can't do it, so they can't come back."The old ancestor sighed and said with emotion: "After experiencing those ancient wars, the state of the black robe king is worse than we thought, and it is impossible to manipulate the key of everything, not to mention that thing is extremely heavy on it, even in the heyday, the black robe king can not manipulate it at will..."

Speaking of this, the ancestors patted the dust on their pants and slowly stood up from the ground.

“Because of this, it was called a failure by the ancient gods...”