Demon Hunter and His Hut

A fire lit up in the room.

But the burning flame has no light or heat. Only by looking carefully can you distinguish the beating soul in the flame.

When Tristrimi walked to the altar, the surrounding stone pillars were already covered with white flames, and the thin palms on the stone platform groped for the lines on it.

The body trembled slightly, she seemed to have exhausted all the strength of her whole body, and then the stone platform opened to both sides, and a silver-white brazier slowly rose.

Tristlemy's forehead split a gap, and the shimmering gold coin squeezed out of it, but unlike before, this time it seemed that some kind of viscous liquid was attached to the surface of the gold coin.

And Tristramie's own expression also looked particularly hideous.

"Ah...ah..."

She let out a depressed low roar, accompanied by a metal-like collision, the gold coins fell, and all the surrounding flames gathered here.

"Let me take a look, what secrets are you hiding?"

Tristrimi's eyes became cloudy, and at the same time, the gold coins gradually melted under the burning of the pale flame.

A picture emerged before her eyes.

Mountains and woods, exquisite manor, peaceful life.

Tristlemy's face was memorized one by one, and some doubts appeared on his face, but soon, with the passage of time, the retrospective past in the picture became more detailed and closer and closer to the original starting point. .

Rumble!

As the world had just opened, she saw a world wrapped in mist, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

But the ordinary body contained unimaginable power. The collision of rules and rules disturbed the fog, and the suppression of the world followed.

Tristrimi's face is almost transparent, which is a manifestation of a large overdraft of soul power, but at this critical moment, she will naturally not give up easily.

There was a beast-like roar in his throat, his left eye suddenly burst open, and the broken soul fragments turned into a stream of light and poured into the pale flame.

At this moment, the melting speed of the gold coin was a little slower, which allowed her to continue to find more details in the picture before her.

"That's it... so it's so!"

"That body originally belonged to you!"

laugh!

The flame went out and the gold coins that had almost melted returned to normal, but it was obvious that the ritual performed by Tristelemi consumed a lot of energy in the gold coins.

The light on its surface is obviously dimmed a lot.

"Very well, since that body is not an unowned thing, then I have enough reasons to convince those guys."

"For their purposes, even if they provoke a war in the entire world, they will not hesitate to do so."

Panting heavily and slowly calming down the weakness in the body, Tristrimi straightened up, and at this time, her left eye was empty.

If you want to manipulate the thread of fate, you must be ready for backlash at any time.

Leaving the room, Tristrimi followed the steps all the way up, and it didn't take long to reach the top of the lone cliff.

As the surrounding scenery changed as she approached, a small palace slowly emerged. Stepping into it, only a large bronze clock hung in the open palace.

Every symbol on the big clock shuttles around like a living thing.

The gold coin-shaped imprint disappeared in a flash, and at the same time, the symbol on the clock was activated.

Buzzing!

The whole clock shook violently, but strangely, there was no sound.

The Clock of the Immortal.

The world of the soul realm is vast, and every immortal lives in isolation, and more importantly, except for a limited number of them, most immortals will choose to fall into deep sleep.

Such an existence, not to mention awakening them, even finding them is a kind of extravagant forgetting.

And at this moment, Tristrimi woke up this ancient clock as a tool for communicating with each other among the immortals.

But her behavior was so extreme that she almost used her greatest strength when ringing the bell. Such a voice was enough to affect the vast majority of immortals.

They can be forced to be awakened from sleep.

Click!

After the violent tremor, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the clock body, accompanied by bursts of brittle noises, and fragments of cracks splashed everywhere.

"To be honest, I wish I didn't hear your bell."

A slightly complaining voice sounded, and on the side of the palace, around the place where the clock body was, a vague figure slowly emerged.

"Liberate a part of your energy from the vortex of manipulating reality and power struggle. It won't be long before you will be thankful that you have heard the revelation from destiny.

"Oh……."

The voice who answered at the beginning snorted casually. For Tristrimi, most people stayed away.

After all, no one would like a guy who often talks about fate.

"When life is too long, you need to find a way to vent after all. Don't say me, didn't you also support a girl?"

"what do you say that is?"

"Forget it, it's not important, but it seems that we also have similar hobbies."

"Hehe, it's different, our purpose is different."

"Olivia is my new attempt, and you will understand it one day."

Tristramie retorted.

"What's the difference?"

At this time another voice sounded.

At this moment, the energy in the palace has stabilized, and the phantom that appeared before has gradually solidified. The nature that appears here cannot be the body of other immortal beings.

It's just a part of consciousness that is awakened by the bell and called here.

The first to appear was a beautifully dressed armor. The burly man with "double" sticks, his face is fortitude, and his body exudes a heavy breath like a mountain.

Mountain of Steel, Guzman.

And the second person who appeared in the palace was a man in a robe showing his chest.

His appearance is extremely handsome, and not only doesn't make people feel sloppy in such a rough dress, but instead has a chic and casual feeling.

"The days without wine are too difficult. Can anyone tell me how long it will take to make good wine if you provide enough soul."

"No, there is really no more drop."

Having said this, he shook his head slightly irritably, "You said, if you kill all the people in a country..."

"Shut up, Umit, you should go back and continue drinking your wine instead of being here!"

Guzman snorted.

"If there is still wine, do you think the so-called bell can wake me up?"

"Speaking of bells." Umit glanced around and noticed the ancient fragments.

"what happened?"

"It looks like you intend to awaken all the immortals? Haha, Tristrimi, are you finally willing to listen to my opinion and use your conspiracy and tricks to subvert the world?"

As he said that, Umit jumped up in excitement and his long sleeves fluttered. He didn't care about the occasion at this time, and fell into a strange excitement.

"It's better to die like this...it's not right, right? If you die, there will be nothing. At least there is a chance to live."

"Haha, alive? Haha!"

"You really shouldn't wake this madman and let him continue to drink. We can save a lot of trouble. If it weren't for this guy's troubles, how could a war break out 20 years ago?"

Guzman snorted.

At this time, several figures appeared one after another around.

There are young and beautiful girls, gray-haired old men, and even teenagers with childish eyes and ignorant eyes.

Except for the head, there is no other place that resembles a human shape.

Every immortal person may not still retain the human form. They trace the origin of the soul and explore the true self.

In this process, many things have been completely changed, of course, including their form, but when participating in such a group gathering, out of politeness, most people will choose their previous appearance.

"Now that people are almost there."

Tristramie coughed a few times and attracted everyone's attention.

But at this moment, the energy in the palace suddenly rose, and a figure slowly emerged along with the depressed breath.

Before someone showed up completely, the faces of all the immortals in the field changed. Even Umit, who had always been sloppy, reduced the randomness on his face. He tidied up his clothes and blocked his open chest a bit.

And the figure that appeared last at this time also revealed his true colors.

A middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, dressed in a decent ancient aristocratic ritual gown.

The edge of the black unknown fabric is outlined with golden patterns, and the gray hair is casually tied behind his head. As soon as he appeared, he turned his back.

The dark red eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Well, it's been a long time since I heard anyone ring the bell, a lively party."

"Master Heinris," everyone said in unison.

The man called Heinris nodded politely, and then looked at the person who rang the bell.

Tristramie.

"Everyone, I must remind everyone that not long ago, in our world, I found a snake of disaster!"

"Snake of disaster?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but soon a trace of doubt appeared on their faces, and Heinris asked directly, "A fallen man who plays with blood?"

"Such guys will always jump out a few every once in a while. Under the cover of the power of the great master, their power will soon be suppressed, and then die in decline."

"Even the slightly stronger guys are just lingering."

After a short pause, Heinris increased his tone, "This little thing seems unnecessary to disturb everyone."

"After all, with the exception of you and Guzman, we were all awakened from a farther world."

"Master Heinris, please listen to me. This guy is different. He is stronger than the snakes of calamity we have known in the past."

"Much stronger!"

"After coming to this world, his body and soul were separated, but even so, the powerful power contained in his body conflicted with the rules of this world."

"Even this led to a series of drastic changes, gaps appeared in the soul state, and reality was affected to varying degrees."

"And as far as I know... his powerful body has already caused the extraordinary in the real world to move around, and they all want to find other immortal shortcuts from that body besides the soul."

"After all, a powerful body that can penetrate a mountain just by falling, most people will be heart-shaped."

Speaking of this, Tristramie glanced quickly, and almost everyone showed greed for that moment.

They have immortal souls, but have lost their matching bodies, and now a body strong enough to fight the world's rules appears.

Then these people...

There was a dignified look on Heinris' face, "Can you guess his true combat effectiveness?"

Tristrimi shook her head first, and then lifted the disguise from her body, allowing everyone to see her weak state and missing eyes at this time.

"This is the price I paid."

"Although I haven't witnessed it with my own eyes, I guess that this guy who calls himself Roger should be very close to the level of the twelve sin dragons... sin snakes."

"So strong?"

Everyone's face changed slightly.

Although they often call each other contemptuously, they all know how powerful each other is, especially the twelve guys who are well-known.

That was a strong man at the same level as Lord Heinris.

"How far has the matter progressed?"

Heinris asked the key.

"The only good news."

"Although the guy named Roger is strong, his soul and body were forced to separate when he crossed the barrier of the world, and there is still no unity between the two."

"His body is in that place..."

"Now is the best time to beat him!"

Tristramie clenched her fists.

"Dear Madam, I think at this critical moment you must hope that you can get help from the outside world. Although there are several worlds apart, it won't take long for me to reach your soul realm."

As soon as Tristlemy's voice fell, someone couldn't wait to say it.

"It's great, your help is always welcome here."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace is extremely harmonious.

But in fact, everyone knows the calculations in their hearts.

Body, a body strong enough to contend with the rules of the world.

The atmosphere was high and happy, but there were a few people in the court who looked very ugly.

"Well, I'll talk about cross-border assistance later. The most important thing now is to stabilize the situation."

Heinris spoke suddenly.

"If you don't make a mistake about the man's strength, then he is most likely one of the twelve sinners. No matter which one of them, this is an extremely dangerous thing."

"But since his body and soul are separated, then we have time to break them one by one."

Heinris looked at Tristramie.

"Find a way to find him and destroy his soul. If it doesn't work, you have to contain him. I will rush to your world as soon as possible."

"Hmm... Then destroy his body directly!"

Hearing this sentence, everyone quickly glanced at each other.

Although both immortal, only Heinris can reach that place and then directly find the other person's body.

If we can also enter that place... then we can take the first step to explore a part of the mystery~www.NovelMTL.com~ Unlike the so-called catastrophe snakes that once happened by accident, the bodies of those guys cannot withstand the oppression of the rules of the world. .

Before you have time to study it for too long after you get it, it will turn into unconscious flesh.

And this one...

Heinris couldn't help but snorted in his heart as he watched the flashing eyes of everyone.

As for Tristramie, she nodded in satisfaction.

She has touched the thread of fate, and all that is left is to guide and wait.

At the same time, Roger, who was in the real world, noticed something abnormal.

In the hunter's cabin immersed in the depths of his soul, he noticed that the fate gold coins placed on the table seemed to have changed a little.

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