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Chapter 1085 The strongest soul? General Void!(2/2)

Wasn't it just an illusion?

It, it moved? Is it alive?

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

But what Xu Xiaoshou saw, the other three could not see yet.

The Meisi people continued, "It is said that there are only three Void Generals. In ancient times, they were the generals who led the giants on Void Island. After that battle, the remaining giants became today's Void Attendants."

A being stronger than the Void Warrior?

Laughing at Kongtong, the ghost woman was almost dumbfounded at the same time.

The Void Servant is no longer easy to deal with in their eyes.

Maybe it's easy for a half-saint to fight, but under a half-saint, there's almost nothing you can do against a huge monster that can even be swallowed by holy power.

Is the "General Void" painted by Xu Xiaoshou stronger than this?

"Gulu~"

Before the others could ask about the "battle", Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and rushed to say: "It, it moved..."

"???" The hair of the other three suddenly exploded, like cats that had been stimulated.

"Draw it!" Meisi people felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Although I don’t know where Xu Xiaoshou learned this painting technique, at this moment, this is the best link between “visible” and “invisible”.

Everyone glanced at it with urgent eyes, and then they saw Xu Xiaoshou controlling his masterpiece "Void General", and they trembled slightly.

"Thumping, thumping, thumping..."

At this moment, the heartbeats in the venue were almost loud enough for each other to hear.

However, after waiting for a long time, Xiao Kongtong was so excited that Xu Xiaoshou still had no follow-up action.

"Paint!" he urged.

Xu Xiaoshou shrank his neck and weakly pointed forward: "I wanted to draw it too, but it moved just like that. I've already drawn it..."

"Cursed, passive value, +3."

It has to be said that in this scary and weird atmosphere, Xu Xiaoshou is simply the best mediator. Anyway, Xiao Kongtong's fear has been diluted a lot at this moment. He just wants to tie up this kid and hang him up and beat him up first.

"Leave here first." Mei Si didn't bother to teach Xu Xiaoshou a lesson, he thought of something.

Whether the power of the soul is strong or not is indeed related to the innate nature.

Some people are born with strong inspiration, that is, they can see things that ordinary people cannot see. It is no surprise that Xu Xiaoshou is such a person.

But sometimes seeing it is not necessarily better than not seeing it.

Because of some existence, once you discover it, cause and effect will begin to be established, such as the face of the saint.

"Face the unknown" and "face the saint" are the same. Most of the time you won't get good results, and the end will be very sad, because "the sacred cannot be desecrated"... the same goes for unknown!

According to Xu Xiaoshou's portrait, the "Void General" cannot run away because he has a semi-saint status.

The Meisi people were thinking again that such a powerful existence, even after it had withered and decayed for countless years, still had a semi-holy aura that Xu Xiaoshou could trace out.

How terrifying would it have been when it was alive?

Not to be messed with!

"Let's go first." Mei Siren glanced at Xiao Kongtong, received an affirmative response from the latter's eyes, and was about to leave with Xu Xiaoshou.

Who would have thought that at this moment Xu Xiaoshou could no longer lift his legs, and his eyes even showed "reluctance".

With a click, Mei Siren suddenly understood this kid's bold idea - he has never thought about the word "normal"!

"Don't mess around!"

"Even if it still has a spirit at this level, you can't make a contract now."

Mei Si.

The person knocked down the paper fan directly.

But Xu Xiaoshou escaped, turned around, and said solemnly: "Teacher, believe me, I cherish my life more than you do."

"How can I believe you?" Mei Siren said with an angry look on his face.

This is a joke with life!

He couldn't see what Xu Xiaoshou saw, so how could he ensure the safety of this student?

As for a novice "ghost swordsmanship" to contract with such a terrifying "spirit", let alone success, the only thing Meisi people can think of now is Xu Xiaoshou's one hundred ways to die.

"Teacher..." Xu Xiaoshou held Mr. Jiren's hand with his backhand. His eyes were clear and without any impurities. He just looked at each other seriously and said nothing.

You kid... Mei Siren's eyes turned cold and he almost cursed, but then Xu Xiaoshou's gaze made him feel helpless in the end.

Xu Xiaoshou is indeed an impulsive person, he even dares to play tricks on half-saints.

But he is indeed very self-aware, and his methods are so strong that he can use his master's level to trick the Semi-Saint City into turning around.

"Are you sure?" Mei Yiren glanced at the "Void General" in the distance and asked in a low voice.

"At least, I can know where my death date is..." Xu Xiaoshou did not answer directly, "It's not now anyway!"

He no longer looked at Mr. Jiren, but pinched out the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale.

"Risk risk risk..."

"What is the risk of my contract? Will I die or not? Answer quickly!"

Xu Xiaoshou frantically ran these thoughts back and forth in his mind, hoping to let Saint Emperor Long Lin see his heart clearly and predict danger in advance.

"Thumping!"

The Holy Emperor's dragon scales sounded.

The heartbeat was there and very heavy.

But it was not as severe as the transcendent impact of the face-to-face encounter, nor was it faster than the transcendent frequency at that time.

this means……

"Opportunities and dangers coexist!"

After saying these words, Xu Xiaoshou no longer cared about Meiba and Xiao Kongtong, and walked to the portrait of General Void under the gaze of the ghost woman.

He did not squat down, because even standing, he was shorter than the half-crouched Void General.

But even under such a terrifying and weird background of the long street, Xu Xiaoshou still reached out his hand without fear of death and handed it to the man in blood-colored armor with a two-handed sword on his chest, his eyes burning.

In front of the general with a cold will-o'-the-wisp.
Chapter completed!
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