I'm here... Suning subconsciously wanted to answer the joke, but he held it back, his pale mind gradually became clearer, and his memory replayed like a slide.

"What happened... By the way, I sealed the space gate with a magic weapon underground in London, and then was summoned by the broken book to attack "Damage Goddess" and then..."

He recalled seriously, and his expression suddenly froze: "I'm dead?!"

"That's right." The white-haired old Taoist nodded like a supporting actor.

Suning was stuttering and couldn't accept this fact at all:

"No, right, if I'm dead, how can I still have the ability to think? Hiss... Did I be turned into a summoner by Shirley? No, right."

He followed his eyebrows and forced himself to calm down and looked around him vigilantly.

I found this a gray world.

Under my feet was a cracked earth, drizzling in the sky, looking around, there was nothing, only the Taoist who had passed through the strangeness in front of me looked at him with a smile.

"Where is this..." Suning said vigilantly, "What are you?"

The white-haired old man was a little sad, shook his five-color robe sleeves, and pointed to the gossip plate where he stood with his cloth shoes:

"Ahem, you didn't recognize it?"

Suning stared at her eyes for several seconds, and said in surprise:

“…Saint…Saint?”

Only then did he realize that the appearance of this Taoist man was very similar to the Dharma image summoned by the saints before.

Well, the difference is that it is much clearer and has a kind and purposeful mind. At the same time, the other party does not have the majesty that the Dharma should have, and is even a little arrogant.

The old Taoist smiled and was about to nod, saying that a child can teach.

I saw Suning shake his head into a rattle:

"No, the saint is not as low as you."

Old saying: "..."

After looking at each other silently, the fake saint dressed in a saint said helplessly:

"I am the spirit of the weapon."

"The Spirit of the Utility?" Suning said in surprise: "The skull I crushed?"

The old Taoist nodded happily.

Suning suddenly felt even more painful, but Suning didn't study much about the antique, mainly because time was tight.

At that time, when he brought it out of the Knights' Base, the system gave it a "identification".

Suning also learned from this that the skull itself is just an object carrying the "Dharma image".

Only the orthodox human religion can be activated and use the "light of human protection" to release attacks, which is powerful.

This also explains why the Knights Organization cannot find out how to use it. Well, this thing is encrypted.

The disadvantage is that magic weapons are disposable items. If they are crushed, there will be no second one, so Suning did not want to use them at first.

Finally, I was forced to use it.

"That thing has a spirit of weapon?" Suning was a little suspicious: "But the magic weapon has been destroyed. Shouldn't the spirit of weapon die?"

He learned this knowledge from the ancestors of the Chi family.

Knowing that some powerful magic weapons have a chance to produce spirits.

The white-haired Taoist looked at him with a bitter face, looked at him with a resentful look, and looked like "You know too", and then he excitedly said:

"I was going to disappear, but something happened in the middle."

He paused, and he blinked: "Don't you know?"

Suning: "If you have any farts, please let it go."

He was a little irritated.

Qi Ling coughed and said with a smile:

"It seems you don't know, yes, that's right. You were all dead at that time, and you must not remember..."

Then, the fake saint described the process vividly.

Only then did Suning realize the passage. It was probably because he was killed by the "God of Disaster", and he should have hit GG, but suddenly a few drops of elixirs fell out of his body and merged into his body.

Not only did he save his soul and also kept the spirit of the weapon.

"So, you mean, you and I are still in my body right now?" Suning said as if she was sure.

The old Taoist spirit nodded and pointed to the desolate and cracked earth with his toes:

"This is your broken body."

He raised his hand and pointed to the light rain that was swaying in the sky:

"This is a elixir that nourishes and repairs your corpse."

Suning was confused and surprised. Looking around, he found that with the spring rain, light green and radiant raindrops falling, the cracked and hideous land was slowly "healing".

He was a little confused, and after a moment, he suddenly murmured the system in his heart.

The panel appears!

This thing is bound to his soul, so it can still be used.

However, because the body is not present, there is no way to perform the extraction operation.

As the thoughts changed, Suning swept to the inventory and found that the reward for solving the London incident was not there.

What saved me was the reward this time... Yes, the system gave the legacy and always chose according to my needs...

This time it was even automatically issued.

"So, can I still survive?" Suning restrained his distractions and focused on the main contradictions.

The spirit of the weapon shook his head for a while and said:

"I don't know. After all, I'm just a little weapon spirit."

Seeing Suning staring, he quickly stroked his beard and explained:

"But I think it should be fine. You have to believe in my professionalism. As a spirit of the instrument, I am still very sensitive to the state of the carrier."

Hello, 110, I was entered by an old man... Suning used complaints to relieve depression:

"How long will it take?"

He was a little worried that he would be buried as a dead person. Well, he shouldn't burn it. The cultivator doesn't talk about cremation, but cares about the whole body.

The spirit of the artifact said:

"It will take one or two days. Don't be sad. This may be a good thing for you. Although I don't know much, I can also feel that this elixir is reshaping your body and allowing you to truly lose your mortal body. When you wake up again, you will no longer be an mortal fetus."

...

...

In the early morning, a high school in the magic city.

When Lu Qing walked into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back, she found that people of the same age were talking in groups of three or three.

Because of the abnormal movement of spiritual power, he was awakened and never fell asleep again. He sat in the Shuiyang Palace until dawn.

During this period, Ning Cuo tried to contact Suning many times, but received no response.

Although everyone was anxious, considering similar things, they also happened not long ago after killing Qiongqi, so they were quite calm.

"Lu Qing, have you seen the news online? Something happened in London."

As soon as he sat down, he stabbed him in the back table, holding his cell phone, looking mysterious.

"Is that true?" Lu Qing was not surprised, but he didn't know the specific situation:

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it seems that a monster is coming, but I was beaten back. There is a video, and I'll tell you." The back table looked like a geek.

When I opened the video, it was a little blurry and was far away. It should have been taken outside the blockade area.

In the night, clouds enveloped the sky, and a huge light gate stood on the earth.

Inside the door, there were strange creatures with countless tentacles growing in the door trying to drill out. Then, a phantom of a hundred-foot-foot saint appeared, with wide clothes and big sleeves overlooking London. Then, with a finger from afar, the space door collapsed instantly...

The whole video takes the most "essential" paragraph, and there are noisy discussions and exclamations outside the painting.

Lu Qing looked at it in surprise and realized that the phantom was very likely to be related to the abnormal changes in their bodies before.

"It's our people..." Lu Qing clenched his fists and looked excited.

There were a few more videos of the back table, including the chaotic streets on the scene, crashed vehicles, fallen extraordinary people, etc.

The students around also participated in the discussion:

"I heard some people say that the door is no less dangerous than that in Tokyo, but it was knocked out before it came."
To be continued...