dead silence;

desolate;

dark wind;

A hand suddenly stretched out from the moist, dirty black soil.

Immediately afterwards, those five fingers dug into the ground angrily and pulled the body up.

His pale sideburns, aged face, time and worldly affairs have left deep wrinkles and ravines on his face, and his pair of brown eyes are sunk deep into their sockets, but there is a sadness that cannot be concealed.

He looked around.

The city has no existence.

Human beings have no existence.

On the wasteland, the old man in armor raised his broken sword angrily and roared to the sky: "Ahhhh...ah..." While roaring for a long time, he suddenly fell to his knees, his fist bones clenching loudly.

"General!"

"General!"

The call seemed to echo clearly in my ears.

I still remember that time when the Styx River, which was blocking out the sky and the sun, overturned and fell, the guards decisively protected him with their lives.

But when Wang Jianming climbed up from the ground, Julu City had been destroyed, thousands of soldiers under his command had lost their lives, the Sky-Suppressing Statue was missing, and the anger that surged up almost made him lose his mind.

Countless people came forward and risked their lives to protect the land, but it was about to be destroyed in their hands.

Wait...Zhen, Zhen Tian Statue.

Wang Jianming's angry expression froze. He seemed to have thought of something, his eyebrows knitted together, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper and deeper.

How could the Zhentian Statue disappear!?

It is essentially the embodiment of the great formation of heaven, earth and man. After thousands of years of adjustment and perfection by countless people, it has been integrated with the ghosts and ghosts of Yunmeng River to achieve coexistence and death. Only when the ghosts and ghosts are completely destroyed will the sky-suppressing statue die. .

It is because of this that whether it is the Demon Huimen or the Sea Jiao, their purpose is to destroy the chain in the hands of the Zhentian Statue. Once the chain is broken, the exit of the Spirit Gathering Altar will be revealed, rather than thinking about how to destroy the Zhentian Statue. , because that is simply impractical.

"There is a problem, there is definitely a problem."

Wang Jianming thought to himself.

at this time.

"Boom!"

The deafening and violent thunder resounded through the ghosts.

The ground shook as if it was rising.

Wang Jianming's eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty. He looked up at the sky and saw that the burning hole in the dome had disappeared at some point. He was shocked to find that the entire ghost monster was shaking and rising.

It's like passing through some invisible membrane and arriving at a new place.

It only lasts for a few breaths.

The city of Fusi was peeled off, and ghosts floated up from the Yunmeng River. Such power to change the world really refreshed Li Kui's horizons.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a silent and shocking roar resounded.

Li Kui's pupils shrank suddenly in shock.

In his sight, the gray sky swayed up and down, revealing metal-like scales and feathers.

It was only then that Li Kui suddenly realized that the so-called sky was actually the wings of some kind of bird. Due to the previous injuries and the fact that it was too huge, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"what is that?"

"Kunpeng!"

Suddenly, soft white light fell from the top of Kunpeng.

…

…

On top of Kunpeng, Bi Xianyi waved his emperor's robe, and the miniature phantom of the City of Wasted Death instantly flew into the open cuffs.

At the same time, a dark book fell into the hands of King Jianghou of Qin Guang. It was a book of life and death.

But I saw that the Book of Life and Death was moving without wind, and it was filled with the birth dates of people and monsters. The pages of the book were turning quickly, and one name after another suddenly burst out with a faint divine light.

"I regret.

"Only then can you be freed."

Marquis Jiang's eyes were full of compassion and he slowly raised his hand.

The tall ancient mirror, about one meter long and wide, shines with white light from the inside out, like hope, and falls from the sky like starlight.

The mirror of evil, also known as the mirror of karma, is formed by the condensation of the yin and yang qi of heaven and earth. It can illuminate the good and evil karma of all living beings. After death, the soul of a person goes to the mirror of evil and encounters the two qi of the soul, which can reflect the sins of a person's life.

This white light is the light of merit and virtue.

…

…

On the devastated ruins.

Shen Tu and Yu Lei looked at each other, raised their hands together and said: "The time has come, we should go back and resume our duties. General Li, Mr. Gongsun, we will see you again."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Li Mu and Gongsun Yan also solemnly clasped their fists.

Immediately, two golden-armored figures were seen leading the huge white tiger away gradually, disappearing like clouds of smoke.

"Underworld is really full of talented people." Gongsun Yan vigorously scratched the closed eyelids on his neck twice.

"What's in store for us next?"

Li Mu turned his head and looked behind him with difficulty.

Hundreds of soldiers lay exhausted on the ground, evil insects eroding their original appearance, but the joy from the heart was unstoppable by so-called evil desires.

"Anyway, there will be no worse outcome."

Gongsun Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Kunpeng above his head. He smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Besides, even if we sacrifice this time, we will have completed our mission in the end."

Li Mu said sincerely: "You are so optimistic."

"Hey, after living this long, I can see some things more clearly.

"Don't these parasitic things on us just want us to fall into all kinds of negative emotions so that they can grow up comfortably and finally control us."

As he spoke, Gongsun Yan raised his eyebrows at Li Mu, with a rebellious look on his eyebrows.

"We don't want to, we just want to be happy..."

Hearing this, the corners of Li Mu's mouth covered by evil insects turned up into a smile. Just as he was about to speak, a warm white light suddenly invaded his eyes. His nerves tightened subconsciously. He wanted to pull out the hilt of the sword from his waist, but he immediately stopped.

Stop moving.

"What's happening here!!!"

Unbelievable words rang out.

The white light entered the body without any hindrance, but when he saw the evil bug on Li Mu's face quietly turning into ashes and disappearing, an extremely unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar warmth surged out from the depths of his soul, driving away the lingering chill.

.

Very comfortable, extremely comfortable.

"Mr. Gongsun..."

Li Mu looked at the old man Gongsun opposite, a little confused.

In the sight, Gongsun Yan, who was wearing a yellow robe, closed his eyes slightly, and the eight closed eyes on the surface of his neck also turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind. He twisted his neck left and right, making a crunching sound.

"I'm a good boy.

"My hair is growing back!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Unexpectedly, Gongsun Yan turned his hand and touched his hair, with a look of uncontrollable surprise on his face. His originally sparse hair roots were now very thick.

, it seems that he really has the demeanor of a virtuous person.

"Wow, how many years has it been Li Mu? I haven't seen your face for a long time."

These words may sound a bit mocking in the past, but they are true words from the bottom of my heart.

After the brutal fighting, Li Mu's body was already at the end of his strength, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick insect blanket, which made him look very scary. But at this time, under the light of merit and kindness, a tough face mixed with shock was revealed, full of shock.

He has a military temperament and looks like he is in his early forties.

"Face?"

After hearing Old Man Gongsun's words, Li Mu touched his face with both hands in confusion. The touch from his fingertips was no longer cold and hard, but the real touch of skin and flesh.
To be continued...