Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 1 today ~)

Chapter 568 [Congratulations or Silence]

When the White River reported his name, he clearly felt that the monster below seemed a little strange staring into his eyes. Is there something wrong with your name?

“Are you really White River sad?” Chris subconsciously swallowed a sip. The move caused a slight misunderstanding on the part of the White River, who mistakenly thought the monster was going to attack himself.

White River's grieving eyes were cold, he stood on the dragon's back, carrying a rope with one hand and the other behind him, faintly saying: “I was just entrusted with a message… I would be interested if you wanted to do it. ”

“No, no, no, no.” The giant head swayed and Chris's movements were hilarious, but his tone was exciting: “Are you sure it's the White River? Well, I hear you have realm-level strength? ”

Now it's White River's turn to wonder.

“Don't get me wrong, I just happen to know your name.” Chris, hey, smile, look at the grief in the White River. There seems to be a bit of hostility, so the old man hastily added: “Oh, you know Dewey, right? ”

Dewey?

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Domain! Domain Powerhouse!

Chris is even going to drool on the spot. How much thought did he put into trying to make Dewey merge Aragon's soul into a field-strength - he had to be helped by field-strength strength to complete his plan. But now, this bastard has ruined the king's heart himself...

Fortunately, the devil blesses, it is not, another field-level strong man has come to the door!

In an instant, Chris dispelled the idea of taking over Dewey's flesh.

He decided to tell the truth about the White River.

“Distinguished human being, Mr. White River Sorrow.” Chris cleared his voice and tried to be polite: “You brought the words to that Solomon Des, right? This huge body you see now is Solomons himself… but I'm afraid he can't hear what you're saying anymore. And I, please, I'm not Solomons. ”

“Aren't you?” The White River let go of his fingers: “You...”

“I just occupy its body, or I'm a prisoner imprisoned in it. Now, because of a few small accidents, poor Lord Solomons, his soul was sealed and stuck in an infinite long sleep, so I could get some air. Oh, right.” Chris' last words touched the White River: “The one who helped me seal Solomons was a friend of yours, that kid Dewey. You're just in time, he's in some trouble, maybe you'd like to help him. ”

The giant monster raised his mouth and his entire body solidified and stiffened. When the White River saw the huge mouth, a figure quickly appeared. The figure appeared to be transparent in the sun, as if it were an illusion, but it was actually an old man, thin and old, like a skeleton.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Chris. ”

“Where is Dewey?” The White River is cold.

“Just inside, please follow me.” Chris chuckled, pointing deep into the monster's mouth.

The White River groaned, and although he was a little confused, Ye Gao was bold, and the White River was sad... I'm afraid no one in the world dared to challenge God more than him. He's confused, but he's not worried about setting any traps for himself. After a gentle hum, his body fell from the back of the dragon, through a gust of wind, into the monster's mouth, a cold glance at Chris: "Lead the way. ”

Dewey slept like a baby, her eyelids drooling, her expression so quiet that she could only breathe slowly and steadily.

When the White River followed Chris into the Dragon God's body and came to Dewey, he saw Dewey for the first time, and his face changed immediately!

With the power of the White River to grieve at this moment, he is already classified as a "demigod”. Every time he goes anywhere, almost with a single movement of his mind, he can master everything in the surrounding space. Incest is wind, breathing, heartbeat, and all the subtle energy fluctuations around it.

When he saw Dewey, one of the things that changed his face was that... while Dewey was lying there in good condition, in the grief of the White River, he couldn't sense any signs of spiritual fluctuations on Dewey!

And not to mention that Dewey is an extraordinary master magician. Even if it is a normal human being, as long as he is alive, there will naturally be spiritual mobility.

But Dewey in front of him -- he seemed to have no trace of spiritual fluctuations, like a pool of dead water... or a...

Dead man!!

“He...” Left the White River sad all his life as a snowy mountain, but at this moment, when he spit out the first word, he couldn't help but slightly twist his face, even shake his body slightly, he took a deep breath before dying, the word slowly squeezed out of his mouth: “He, dead,? ”

“Uh...” Chris thought: "He's still breathing, and he's not hurt at all, I'm afraid. ”

“But he seems to be dead, here...” White River sadly pointed to his head: “Here, he is dead. ”

“Well, he was badly wounded.” Chris sighed: “He had a big fight with that Solomon Des, and that turned out to be it. I'm afraid it was his spiritual consciousness space that was badly damaged. ”

The White River stopped talking and he approached Dewey, squatting down slowly, reaching out one finger and pressing it against Dewey's forehead.

But when a hint of his thoughts just came out, Dewey, the moonlight shortage immediately emerged a glimmer of light, gently sweeping the white river's sad fingers away.

“Yi?” The White River couldn't help but frown: “His armor, like a magical hold? The armor is still protecting him. ”

“I've already tried.” Chris grins: “I can't take off his armor - it's not ordinary armor, it's moonless armor made by the gods, it's an artifact. ”

“Artifact, huh.” The White River's sad tone took a deep breath and his fingertips burst into a silky cold light, pressing it down Dewey's forehead again.

This time, the power of the White River is stronger, and the lack of Moon Five Light Armor immediately senses, and the power of protection is enhanced. However, the White River grieved after promotion, still forcibly penetrated his mind through the armor itself.

White River's grief gently swayed, obviously not easy, his eyebrows tightly clasped, his eyes closed...

With a hint of mindfulness, Flying Hoop went into Dewey's space of consciousness. And then the discovery surprised the White River!

Compared to normal people, Dewey's space of consciousness is almost ruined at this moment! Anyone in the space of consciousness will have a small whirlpool center that will propagate new spiritual powers (except that magicians are much stronger than ordinary people) as they spin on a daily basis.

But at this moment, in Dewey's space of consciousness, it's as if it's a nothingness, and the broken residual source of mental power, as if it's been shattered hard by something, east by west, chaotic.

And because of the lack of automatic rotation of the source power, when Dewey's original mental power ran out, no new mental power was created, which kept Dewey awake.

This logic, just after the weariness of ordinary people, their spirits run out, they need to sleep, into dormancy, in which the spiritual power in the mind automatically rotates to create a new power supplement... but in Dewey's mind, the origin of the rotation has broken, without new supplementation, naturally they remain in a "dormant” state, unable to awaken.

Just because, in Dewey's present space of consciousness, he doesn't have even a trace of mental power. Completely “empty”.

Finally, after the White River closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, he thought about it and once again divided his mental strength tentacles raw...

This behavior, born to cut off one piece of one's spiritual strength, is very painful, but the White River looks as usual and does not hesitate to do so.

Then his expression grew condensed and carefully injected his spiritual power into Dewey's conscious space, as a primer, together with his own guidance of power, in Dewey's conscious space, a little bit of power was reinjected to allow Dewey's conscious space to once again show signs of rotation.

Finally, the original grey-like space of consciousness, the central part, turned again slowly, albeit slowly, although slightly...

The White River was relieved, and he retracted his fingers, and when he stood up again, his forehead was still sweating with silk.

However, his face was still gloomy.

When he stood up, the White River looked at Chris sadly and seemed to want to say something, but closed his mouth tightly.

“Too bad...” Chris blinked his eyes: "His original spiritual skills have been built on a strong foundation, now...”

“There can be no standing without breaking.” The White River said such a sad word.

Chris looked at this human being and didn't say anything, but he thought to himself, "It sounds good, it doesn't break." But the question is, if you want to get back on your feet when you've reached the extreme, where is it that easy?

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When Dewey woke up, he felt like he had a blank brain.

Moreover, knowing that he was awake, but deep in his mind, an irresistible feeling of tiredness and tiredness surfaced, which made it very difficult for him to close his eyes and fall asleep again.

Tired!

This is a mental near-escapade exhaustion, as if your brain had been emptied by the whole child, empty to make you mad.

He opened his eyes desperately, and when he opened a gap, he saw a familiar face...

The man stood in his own hands, standing beside himself, in a white robe that seemed to remain the same forever, white as the colour of a mountain of snow forever.

And those eyes, like the cold stars of the night, indifferent and stubborn, look at themselves at this moment, but suddenly there is a hint of warmth.

Dewey barely opened her lips: “I... am afraid, in my dreams, it is you... old white...”

In a short sentence, Dewey barely said it three times in a row... it was a strange feeling that he felt his body seemed not tired, but rather full of strength.

But the spirit is extremely weak! Seems to say that but makes him as weak as not sleeping for ten days and ten nights.

The extreme weakness of the body, full of strength and spirit, which is a strong contrast, is even more painful.

“Dewey.” The White River looked at Dewey with a faint smile in the corner of the Witch King's mouth: “I saved you once, and now we're even. ”

Dewey pulled the corner of his mouth, his lips twitched a few times, the white river frowned, bowed down, his ears clutched to Dewey's mouth and listened to him.

But Dewey laughed weakly: "Bullshit. Last time you and the Pope fought, I saved your life. Then on Snow Mountain, I untied your curse... you owe me two times in total. Now... you only repay me once, repay, repay..."

Speaking of which, Dewey couldn't catch a breath and almost fainted again.

The White River sighed, stiffly sticking out his fingers and banging hard on Dewey's back brain.

When a little power from the Witch King was injected, Dewey was charged and his eyes revealed a little bit of splendor.

But after seeing the action of the White River, Dewey's heart jumped: “What happened to me? ”

“I don't know whether to congratulate you or to mourn you. ”

Chris' voice came from the other side.

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