The darkness is still shrouded, the evil is rampant, the life and death struggle is still going on, the oil is running out and the lamp is drying up.
There is no change in terrain, no change in weather, and no trace of the passage of time. Gu Que has no idea how long he has been here.
Maybe it's hundreds of years, maybe it's thousands of years, maybe it's tens of thousands of years.
He only knew that he was on the edge of life and death at any time. He only knew that he could put down anything, but he could never put down the knife in his hand.
Because he only had this knife, a stone knife full of pits and cracks.
Although this sword still looks the same as before, and although it is still simple and unpretentious, it is always exuding a terrifying and earth-shattering evil spirit. It is enough to crush the world without having to use it.
He also forgot the original appearance of the knife. He thought that the knife seemed to be what it is now, symbolizing destruction and death.
You don’t have to feel its breath, as long as you see it, you can directly think of such words.
It doesn't seem to belong to the human world.
Black mist surged behind him, and a giant skeletal hand tens of thousands of miles wide suddenly appeared, carrying infinite evil power and grabbing Gu Que at high speed.
Gu Que didn't even look back. He held the stone knife in his right hand and swung it back. There was no sword light or brilliance, only ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.
But tens of thousands of miles behind him, the earth suddenly collapsed and turned directly into powder. Angry water surged in the space, cracking suddenly like a mirror. Everything was destroyed, including the giant skeleton hand.
He didn't feel surprised, let alone excited. The world seemed to be like this, and he was supposed to be this strong.
He couldn't remember how many monsters he had killed, but he at least knew that the one that died just now was too weak and not worth his efforts.
Looking down, he saw that his body was still standing firmly, with dry skin and flesh wrapped in dark demonic bones, but more demonic bones were exposed.
His bones were black, pitch black and deep. He didn't find it strange, it seemed like everything should be like this.
He has long forgotten who he is, even that he is a human being.
Endless danger, eternal killing, endless loneliness, the evil spirit has been eroding him, and he doesn't know what happened to him or what he forgot.
He only knows that he is not afraid anymore. No matter how powerful the existence is that wants to kill him, he is not afraid anymore.
For countless years, all he could think about was that sentence: "Stay alive! You will definitely survive!"
Subtly, he no longer doubted that he would not survive. No matter how powerful the existence or how terrifying the creature was, it could not kill him.
But this doesn't make him happy.
Because he seems to have forgotten why he wants to live.
What is the difference between living and dying? Living is an endless battle, and dying is a long sleep without waking up.
Under such circumstances, he actually thought many times that there was nothing wrong with dying.
But he survived after all, maybe because of those few words.
That was the only memory in his mind.
He raised the knife, his movements were extremely swift and natural, without any other refinement.
The only thing he has done in these years is to hold the knife, and the knife is still like its soul.
He wrote on the ground very slowly, even much slower than ordinary people.
He felt that writing was more difficult than killing, countless times more difficult.
It was extremely difficult to make the decision. He was not in a hurry, he was very patient, but also because there was no point in rushing, and he had nowhere to go after finishing the work.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally finished writing these big characters. The fonts were twisted and weird, but he could vaguely recognize that they were: "Bingluo, Su Xue, Meijun, Qingling, Han Qiu, Maggie, Carol."
Lin, Yeli."
He stood there, looking at these words, and suddenly felt a little warmer in his heart.
Over the years, he has forgotten everything, but he has not forgotten to write. He writes after every battle, and it has almost become his instinct.
What do these words represent? Why does it have this kind of magic power and can still give me such warmth in this dark and evil land after my body is completely exhausted?
He had no idea at all, he only knew that it was this kind of warmth that supported him to live.
As he looked at these words, his thoughts felt empty, and even his body had no strength, because these words not only took away his body, but also took away his soul.
But there was no expression on his face. He had long forgotten all emotions and expressions such as anger, despair, crying, pain, excitement, smile, etc.
His face was already rotten, with one side covered with dark wrinkled skin attached to the bones, and the other side simply made of bones.
He only had one eye left, and that eye was black. Perhaps it was no longer an eye, but a black object under the dry eyelids.
But he didn't know why he could still see things and see this familiar darkness.
But where should I go after writing?
He didn't know, but he was leaving after all.
He had been walking all the time, it was already his habit, there was no reason.
He doesn't know where he's going, he doesn't know who he is, he can't remember anything, and he has no feelings.
He could no longer even speak or use his energy to convey his figure.
Yes, apart from being able to move and protect his own life, he has nothing else.
So is he still a human being? Is he still alive?
No, there is no life to live here, he is a shell, a moving killing machine.
"roar!"
The earth suddenly trembled, loud noises shook the world, black mist surged in the distance, and a huge figure suddenly appeared. It was a mysterious creature tens of thousands of miles high, like a ball covered with tentacles, and
Each tentacle is actually covered with ferocious eyes.
They stared directly at him and swept directly towards him with indescribable power.
With this sweep, the entire world seemed to be shattered, the endless space was directly annihilated, the entire earth collapsed, and the terrifying power crushed everything.
Gu Que lowered his head and found himself hanging in the air.
The ground beneath his feet was ruthlessly crushed by force, but he lived.
He no longer knows what the so-called vitality is, and cannot even remember the word vitality, but he knows that he can hang in the air, and that although such a force is terrifying, it cannot hurt him.
Why do I feel like I should be so strong from the bottom of my heart?
Who knows, it seems like it should be like this.
He slowly lifted up the stone knife and waved it forward slightly. There was still no brilliance, no so-called sword light, everything seemed empty.
But the mysterious creature that was thousands of miles high suddenly screamed, its huge body was torn apart, and then turned into powder.
Too weak, these things are too weak. He doesn't understand why they want to attack him. Do they have any grudges?
As he continued to walk forward, there were always creatures coming to kill him. There were dangers everywhere. He only had to raise his knife to kill them all.
He knows that there are not many creatures here that can threaten him. He has no fear and does not know what fear is.
But he stopped.
His only remaining eye suddenly revealed a terrifying black light, directly piercing through the space.
He clenched the stone knife tightly with his withered right hand, and his whole body suddenly gave off an extremely terrifying aura.
He has lost his vitality, and he doesn't know why he has such a temperament.
It's as if standing here, he is the greatest existence in the world and the most terrifying killing tool.
The reason why he stopped was because he felt a crisis, an unprecedented crisis. What he encountered this time must be a great being.
The earth ahead is cracking and collapsing, and occasionally a tentacle stretches out from the depths of the earth, a million miles long.
How long is a million miles? He didn't know.
What is this mysterious creature? How big is it? He doesn't know.
He just held the knife.
He knew that as long as the knife was there, he could survive.
He must live, not only because he has such a deep-rooted idea in his mind, but more importantly, he must know what those words mean.
Why it can give yourself an indescribable emotion.
Yes, Gu Que couldn't describe it. He no longer knew that this kind of emotion was called touching.
Holding the knife, he strode forward.
With every step he takes, the earth for billions of miles around is shattering, and the void for billions of miles is being annihilated.
He moved forward step by step, and in the end his momentum almost made the whole world tremble.
A shocking loud noise spread throughout the central star field, and the Hongmeng Haotian Tower of the God King suddenly trembled. The entire tower exuded a bright light, and streaks of Hongmeng energy flew towards the sky, as if they were facing the way of heaven.
"What's going on!"
Aden roared angrily, and the void shattered, and all the powerful men appeared one by one.
An evil aura shook the sky. At this moment, the entire universe could feel an indescribable terrifying aura coming from the direction of the God King.
All the powerful men in the five star regions looked towards the God King, while Aden looked at the Shura Tower in the distance with doubts in his eyes.
The evil energy he felt came from there.
"What a terrifying evil energy! Has a world-shaking demon king emerged from the God King?"
Xuanyuan Kuo murmured, while Bing Luo's eyes were extremely deep and he said calmly: "I'm afraid this pressure has surpassed all the heavens and the sky, and has actually affected the entire universe."
"Sister, we have decided."
Hearing this, Bingluo turned around, his eyes softened a little, and he looked at Meijun and said: "You have just broken into the immortal realm, why don't you settle down a little more?"
Xuanyuan Qingling smiled and said: "Sister, only when we go out to travel and gain insights can we truly settle down. Besides, the universe is so big, we should also go and have some fun."
Bingluo nodded and said: "With Ye Li here, I can rest assured. You five must pay attention to safety."
Maggie said: "Don't worry, there is a Zhenjie coffin that will protect us."
"Go ahead..."
Bingluo watched the five people go away, and the Divine Bird Alliance seemed to be quite empty again.
Over two hundred years later, the Divine Bird Alliance has become famous, Xuanyuan Kuo has shocked the world, and he has also made a lot of progress, reaching an unprecedented level.
Everything is fine, except that one person is missing.
Bingluo closed her eyes, and all she could think of was that heartbreakingly familiar face.
(Brothers, there are only two chapters today. I will take a short break and continue to update more tomorrow.) (To be continued)