My room has an arbitrary door

Chapter 958;
"You...you...this...this..."

With trembling hands, Bloom pointed to Wei Ziqing, and then to the ten Ruizaks kneeling quietly in front of him.

Everything that happened in front of him, the horror that happened just now, surpassed everything he had experienced in these years.

Even if he is a dragon knight, he can't react at all now.

How did this person in front of him do it?
magician?
Magister?
Or a magister?
Or is it the legendary holy magister?

But it shouldn't be, even brother Saint Magister couldn't summon the flame just now?
That kind of flame that burns even space is far beyond the point where magic can condense.

In particular, this is a dragon knight who has only hatched a flying dragon not long ago. How can he have such magical power?
What's more, what he didn't understand was why, why Ruizak, who killed people without blinking an eye, would kneel down for him, as if he had surrendered to him!
God, who will tell me what is going on!
He wanted to ask Wei Ziqing many questions, but for a while, Bloom couldn't even speak.

The corner of Wei Ziqing's mouth twitched, he naturally knew what Bloom wanted to ask, he shook his head helplessly: "Okay, that's what you saw, don't ask anything else, just rest and wait for your friends tonight! "

Bloom opened his mouth, but finally didn't ask anything.

Waiting for a friend?
Bloom knew without a second thought who he was waiting for.

Who else but Desa?

But think about it, this time this person killed so many evil people, and even subdued Rezak, how could Desa bear it?
It was rumored that there were only 11 Ruizaks by Desa's side. Now, they just went home!

Bloom didn't speak, and Wei Ziqing was able to calm down.

Carefully looking at the ten Ruizaks kneeling on the ground in front of him, Wei Ziqing finally said, "From today onwards, you have a new name, Ten Attendants of Death, do you understand?"

Hearing this, the ten gods of death immediately lowered their heads, unable to speak, but they still understood their names.

Ruizak, this name was erased by Wei Ziqing after all.

Of course, it was Wei Ziqing's temporary idea to subdue the ten servants of death, but he was destined to bring them back!

With a small hand, rays of light directly entered the body of the god of death. The gods of death who had lowered their heads suddenly raised their heads, and their bodies trembled even more.

"What I just gave you is a kind of cultivation method about the soul body. These exercises rely on devouring the soul to upgrade your own strength. Do you know how to do it?"

Ten Samurai Reaper nodded.

Wei Ziqing was a little satisfied. It was not that he didn't think about practicing exercises for these gods of death. Of course, the exercises were too evil, and they were designed to devour souls.

In their hands, it will inevitably lead to killing.

But so what?
This world is already extremely dark, as long as they can improve their cultivation, it is just some killings, and I will not feel guilty at all.

As for returning to Xingyu, I will naturally rehearse a practice suitable for soul and body cultivation for them.

At that time, these ten servants of Death will become real Death, right?

but……

Looking at the claws in their hands, Wei Ziqing shook his head.

It is said that it is the god of death, but there is no standard equipment for the god of death. I am afraid this is not good, right?

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing thought for a while, and suddenly a burning flame appeared in his hand.

The mind was divided, and within the ring, materials flew out one by one and threw them into the flame.

"This……"

Bloom was looking at Wei Ziqing the whole time. He was startled when he saw the mysterious flame appear, and he was puzzled when he saw many materials that he recognized but full of energy kept pouring into it.

"What is he going to do?"

However, he soon discovered it, and was even more stunned. He saw that those materials were continuously fused, and turned into a scythe with a length of one or two meters, full of gloomy black mist.

And under the sickle, there is an iron chain tens of meters long.

"This is... a weapon..."

Forge weapons with flames?
In front of him, he made a weapon in less than 10 minutes. How did he do it?
Who is he!

"Reaper cooperates with sickle, that's right!"

Wei Ziqing looked at the sickle in front of him with some satisfaction. The material of this sickle is not very high-end, but there is another kind of it, which is quite good, and that is the ghost stone.

This was obtained in the world of wall paintings. I didn't know what material it was at the beginning, but with the passage of time, I more or less understood it.

This is a ghost stone, a good thing that can absorb and store ghosts. In a certain definition, it is like a coffin!
It's just that the coffin contains dead people, and this ghost stone contains ghosts!
Death?
It is natural to have a very clever way of dealing with ghosts, and these ten servants of death want to train themselves, so naturally they have to think carefully about them!

With this sickle that can store ghosts, they naturally have more time to digest the ghosts inside!

After throwing this death scythe over one of the ten servants of death, Wei Ziqing spent nearly an hour refining nine of them!
Looking at the ten servants who were alone, extremely gloomy, and safe from death, Wei Ziqing finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Go, go and practice hard first, and I will give you a big gift tonight!"

The Death God of Ten Attendants saluted Wei Ziqing respectfully, turned into clouds of black mist, poured directly into the ground, and disappeared instantly.

But whether it's Wei Ziqing, Bloom, or Sifei, they all know that these gods of death are all around them!
"who are you?"

Seeing that Wei Ziqing seemed to be fine and was about to sit under the tree to rest, Bloom finally couldn't help it.

His face was extremely dignified, with an aggressive aura.

Roar……

Si Fei stood up, grinning his teeth, extremely vigilant, and had the urge to burn Wei Ziqing to ashes as soon as he opened his mouth.

"fine!"

Wei Ziqing nodded towards Sifei, and Sifei obediently lay down again.

Looking at Bloom, Wei Ziqing shook his head: "Seriously, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Wei Ziqing!"

"I'm not asking for your name, I'm asking, who are you?"

Bloom had to ask, the person in front of him was too mysterious, so mysterious that it frightened him, let alone himself, even the king...

Although he didn't want to admit it, Bloom had to think about it.

"Is it important?"

Wei Ziqing sighed and looked at Bloom.

Bloom froze for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally sat under the tree without saying a word.

Yeah, is it important?

As long as he can rejuvenate the era of dragon knights and kill the king, does everything matter?

Looking at Bloom who was not talking, Wei Ziqing smiled, and did not feel relieved, but looked at a certain distance;
"He, should he do it himself?"

(End of this chapter)