A doorway is a road.
A "road" that everyone has the opportunity to glimpse and walk into.
There is no fairness in the same path.
Some people suffer all their lives without being able to get in, and some people are gifted and stand in the doorway as soon as they are born.
This is a stranger.
But at the same time, in a sense, the door is fair to everyone.
Adding harsh restrictions to one's own miraculous skills can allow ordinary people, under special conditions, in a short period of time, or even in an instant, to stand shoulder to shoulder with strangers and bloom for an instant.
For example, the Wolf King at this moment.
He was not born a stranger.
He was just an ordinary person who accidentally glimpsed the doorway the day after tomorrow. He was lucky enough to open the door and glimpse the mystery inside the door.
The Wolf King's hair grew several feet tall, dancing in the dark like a demon's tentacles.
Boom, boom, boom.
The Wolf King looked at his fist in silence, and heard the sound of collapse in his ears.
For a moment, he felt that the ground he was stepping on was collapsing downwards. He sank deeper, deeper. The vision of the doorway shattered like a broken puzzle piece, disappearing bit by bit. The door that was within reach would be gone forever. The ground closed, getting farther and farther away from him, until it disappeared from the end of the field of vision and was out of reach.
"limit".
This is the last limit of the Wolf King.
His "potential", his "possibility", his "future", his "remaining life", his "life", his "will", in an incredible way, with " "Extreme restriction", squeezing at this moment, squeezing at this moment, gives him a strength that completely surpasses Zheng Haoran.
In an instant.
The space behind the Wolf King was distorted, and a crooked crack opened out of thin air.
The thick black air flowed out from the cracks and wrapped greedily around the Wolf King's body.
The Wolf King's body grew taller and taller, his clothes torn to pieces and his muscles tangled, and in the blink of an eye he became a towering man nearly three feet tall.
call out!
The twisted blood moon suddenly cast down a bright red moonlight, and a beam of light enveloped the Wolf King.
Two lusters of red and black covered the Wolf King's body. His mouth had fangs, his hands had sharp claws, and his body had dark hair. He looked like a vicious... wolf!
"Zheng...hao...ran!"
call!
As the Wolf King exhaled and inhaled, the terrifying air current lifted up the flesh and blood on the battlefield, spinning around him, roaring like a hurricane.
He didn't have to.
Zheng Haoran's army has long been wiped out. The "general" method that relies on "soldiers" to exert its power. Without soldiers, Zheng Haoran is already at the end of his strength.
The Wolf King could have commanded the entire army and used the human sea tactics. Even if thousands more people died, he could eventually submerge Zheng Haoran and make Zheng Haoran die in the wasteland of a foreign land with hatred.
But he didn't.
It's like Zheng Haoran can read a man's mind from his fists.
The Wolf King is not an ordinary person. He seems to be able to understand the language called "Fist". Zheng Haoran's thoughts also allowed the Wolf King to understand this man in a way that normal people could not understand.
How he wished that Zheng Haoran was not born in Daqian and grew up in Daqian. How he wished that Zheng Haoran had the blood of the Northern Barbarian clan flowing in his body, and could ride horses galloping with Zheng Haoran on this barren land, drinking wine and looking at the moon. Sing loudly and freely.
The Wolf King's mood at the moment was contradictory.
Even though there was not much communication or words between the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran. But the month-long confrontation at both ends of the canyon gave the Wolf King a subtle appreciation and desire for Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran is the life and death enemy of the Northern Barbarians, but Zheng Haoran's bravery and magnanimity make the Wolf King feel sympathetic to each other. He hopes that this confrontation in the air can last longer.
After all, it is possible that the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran are the same kind of person.
It belongs to the type of "knowing people by their fists".
He admires Zheng Haoran, and he longs for Zheng Haoran. He wished that Zheng Haoran could surrender and join the Northern Barbarians. But once Zheng Haoran really surrendered and treason, he was no longer the Zheng Haoran that the Wolf King admired.
then.
The Wolf King took this step, this irreversible step. He decided to kill Zheng Haoran here with the highest respect and in the way Zheng Haoran wanted.
No reservations, no retreat, no hesitation.
This is the wilderness, where soldiers are given the highest respect!
Under the moonlight, the Wolf King transformed into a wolf body. The shadow behind him was in mid-air and collided with the tiger-shaped shadow behind Zheng Haoran.
Between the two of them, the dark night seemed to be two pieces of paper, one with a wolf and the other with a tiger, and the two black papers were rubbed together vigorously. Squeezing crazily toward the middle, twisting, collapsing, tearing, and rotating, all kinds of strange changes are taking place in the empty sky between the two of them.
thump! thump! thump!
On the Northern Barbarians side, everyone looked at the "Wolf King" who had become extremely unfamiliar in shock. None of them knew that the Wolf King would suddenly transform into such a terrifying monster.
He is the Wolf King after all! After recovering from the shock, before they could be overjoyed or shout that the Wolf King was invincible, one after another the Northern Barbarian soldiers foamed at the mouth and fell into a pool of blood.
The strong smell of blood filled the battlefield, and it became a slaughterhouse of blood and flesh. The pools of blood gathered little by little, first converging into streams, and then the streams merged to form a blood river. The blood river surged, and unknowingly, everyone was immersed in a sea of blood as thick as oil.
The sea of blood surged, and whirlpools appeared one after another. From the center of the whirlpool, the dark red blood seemed to come alive, turning into tentacles, dragging the fainting barbarian soldiers into a pool of blood.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Feeling the sudden surge of pressure from the Wolf King and the "wolf-shaped" morale behind the Wolf King, although Zheng Haoran didn't know what the Wolf King sacrificed and what price he paid, Zheng Haoran laughed loudly at this moment.
"Okay! Zheng, stay with me until the end!"
"we have a deal!"
"If Zheng wins, Daqian will have twenty years of peace!"
Behind Zheng Haoran, the motionless "corpses" of the long-dead Daqian cavalry, led by Li Weiguo, their raised fists trembled slightly.
A dark vortex appeared in everyone's dilated pupils, and gradually the vortex spread toward the whites of their eyes until their eyes turned pure ink black.
laugh!
The flesh and blood on Lao Li's body rapidly disintegrated, fell off, and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The changes in all the corpses are exactly the same as those of Lao Li.
At this moment, Zheng Haoran felt like there were invisible hands behind him, pressing gently on his back. At first it was like a gust of wind, but as the feeling became stronger, those invisible hands became Zheng Haoran's... Maximum support.
Zheng Haoran breathed a long sigh of relief, and the vast and messy land appeared in front of his eyes again, and the huge gears in the sky began to rotate.
Zheng Haoran walked towards the Wolf King step by step.
At the same time, in the doorway, Zheng Haoran's consciousness was also walking towards the next door step by step.
Easily, pushed away.
Zheng Haoran raised his head, with a cold smile on his lips.
In an instant, Zheng Haoran seemed to become another person.
The flesh and blood of the corpses completely melted, turning into terrifying torrents of flesh and blood, converging towards Zheng Haoran.
The bright red flesh and blood flowed on the ground, reorganized and concentrated on Zheng Haoran, becoming more and more crystal clear, and finally turned into a bloody armor.
Zheng Haoran was wrapped in blood-colored armor, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose could not be seen. Blood seemed to be flowing on the armor that was compressed to the extreme. As Zheng Haoran walked towards the Wolf King step by step, the shadow of the tiger behind him became more solid.
a tiger,
a wolf,
Cherish each other,
But he used all his means to fight.
Zheng Haoran, who is wearing blood-colored armor, and the Wolf King who transforms into a wolf.
There were no words after that. On the dead battlefield filled with corpses, they each punched each other and hit each other hard.
…
far away.
"The ghost among the ghosts."
Zheng Xiu's eyes were solemn, looking at the cover-like forbidden area behind the canyon.
This scene reminded Zheng Xiu of Richan Valley two hundred years ago and what happened there.
The gears of history are turning over and over tirelessly, and the same scene is once again played out in front of Zheng Xiu.
He watched his father being invincible on the battlefield, fighting on the land of the Northern Barbarians, and routing the 50,000 Northern Barbarians to a rout.
He watched with his own eyes as his father's brothers were wiped out, and he watched the twisted blood clouds in his father's sky.
Zheng Xiu murmured to himself:
"The most outrageous legend is actually true."
"The flesh and blood on the battlefield turned into armor and draped itself on General Zheng, making him invincible."
Zheng Xiu could no longer tell whether it was his arrival that caused Zheng Haoran to seek death, or whether it was the way history should have been.
He couldn't tell.
But he had no choice at the moment.
A ghostly secret tent has been formed, turning that place into a forbidden area. If nothing unexpected happens, Zheng Haoran will be dragged into the darkness as a "human pillar".
Feng Bei squinted his eyes and looked into the depths of the canyon with a complicated expression.
"Let's go! It's time!"
The creation of a dark ledger takes time, and the opening of a dark ledger also requires a process.
The bones of Zheng Xiu's right hand made a crackling sound, and he skillfully drew the ground as a prison. The next second, a dark-colored wing broke out from Zheng Xiu's shoulder blade along with the shrill sound of birdsong.
The orange cat pulled Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu impatiently patted away the orange cat's claws, and the pale bones covered Zheng Xiu's face. He flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.
"I'll be back as soon as I go!"
The moment he took off, the chains between Zheng Xiu's wrists showed their true form.
"Exile!"
"projection!"
"unbreakable!"
"Zheng E!"
Zheng Xiu's body shrank by one size.
"Purified body of glass!"
Zheng Xiu's body was covered with a layer of gleaming white light, making his figure appear in a twisted and curious space, making Zheng Xiu look like a sage and a Buddha at this moment.
The ink-colored wings divided the distorted scenery in the sky into two. Zheng Xiu flapped the wings, and the smooth and round feeling made Zheng Xiu feel a bit strange - it stands to reason that the "exile" posture is a weakened version of the "prisoner". He shouldn't be able to use the [Prisoner's] abilities to their full potential, but at this moment, he feels the same as the [Prisoner], and his breath flows smoothly and freely.
Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but didn't think much about it. When he came to the dark tent, Zheng Xiu closed and opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, easily opened a hole in the dark tent, and entered the dark tent.
boom!
An overwhelming momentum like a tsunami came towards him. Zheng Xiu looked at the center of the shock in shock - two terrifying figures, one red and one black, clashing with fists in the purest way.
call!
With a thought in Zheng Xiu's mind, the wings were blocked in front of him, and the broken bones and flesh shot out, creating waves of ripples on Zheng Xiu's wings.
After struggling to block the aftermath, Zheng Xiu flapped his wings. The Wolf King's chest was sunken, he vomited blood, and kept flying backwards.
Bo~
Zheng Haoran sent the Wolf King away with one punch, broke through the dark tent, and flew out of the ghost world, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Hahaha!"
Zheng Haoran laughed and roared at the Wolf King who was retreating: "Remember! Twenty years!"
"I won!"
Under Zheng Haoran, the extremely thick pool of blood suddenly turned into a dark "mirror".
The mirror surface is as smooth as jade, but there is no reflection.
Except for Zheng Haoran, there was no other living person among the ghosts, and everyone was dead. Zheng Haoran became the only living person, the only survivor, and the only winner in this small world.
The color of ink suddenly spread around Zheng Haoran, and Zheng Xiu's vision became colorful, like an ink painting. Clusters of bright red flowers stretched out crazily from the mirror.
The mirror under Zheng Haoran's feet suddenly turned into a quagmire. Zheng Haoran's feet fell into it and was sinking little by little. The red flowers wrapped around Zheng Haoran's blood-colored armor, and the armor shattered at a touch, revealing his bloody body under the armor.
There were countless wounds left on the surface of Zheng Haoran's body, all of which were forcibly opened by external forces. They looked extremely miserable. It can be seen that Zheng Haoran was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface after receiving the Wolf King's punch.
Zheng Haoran sank down little by little.
Zheng Xiu approached from high altitude. Thanks to the resistance of the Liuli Pure Body, Zheng Xiu felt no discomfort at all. This made Zheng Xiu more confident about his plan to "rescue" his father.
He reached into his arms and threw the paper he had prepared into the air. Zheng Xiu slapped his chest with his palm, blood spurted out, and blood beads sprayed into the air. In every vivid painting and portrait with a blank face, the blood spit out by Zheng Xiu falls exactly where the eyes are.
"Point of interest!"
Zheng Xiu vomited blood and put red eyes on "everyone". In an instant, everyone in the painting "came to life", turned into humanoid shapes and landed on the ground, becoming another invincible "Zheng Family Army" in the pool of blood!
Zheng Xiu completed all of this in an instant, which shows that his painting skills have reached an advanced level.
An army appeared strangely in Guixie. Zheng Xiu waved his hand and the "Zheng Family Army" charged towards Guixie. All he had to do was tear a hole, fight his way out of Guixie and break into the Northern Barbarian army, and then let the "Zheng Family Army" fight. If he dies, Zheng Xiu can create the history of "Zheng Haoran's death"!
No one will notice the truth!
The living people only remember that Zheng Haoran blocked the 50,000 Northern Barbarian army with one person. He will still leave a legend, he will still fight for fame, he will still become the first general of Daqian, and he will still be here. If you "die", history will not change in any way!
"father!"
The bone armor on Zheng Xiu's face was shattered. He shouted at Zheng Haoran, swooped down, and stretched out his hand towards Zheng Haoran with all his strength.
"What the hell?"
Zheng Haoran, who had long accepted death and seemed to understand everything, suddenly heard his son's cry from above his head and was shocked. As soon as he raised his head, he saw his son transforming into a demon, with wings growing on his back, but a smile as pure as a child's on his face.
"What are you doing here! Let's go!"
Zheng Haoran cursed angrily.
"Trust me, I can get you out!"
Countless flowers came towards Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu roared, turned his palm, and a small flying knife appeared. Twelve companies! call out! The flying knife was entwined with dark lightning, and it shuttled through the flowers, chopping the beautiful flowers from Changdian into powder.
Zheng Haoran watched his son show off his power, and for some reason, he suddenly felt as if... he couldn't die?
"Son."
Zheng Haoran smiled and stretched out his big calloused hand towards Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu breaks through the flower bush, just a little bit away from rescuing his father just like he did when he rescued Feng Bei from Baili Village.
rescued...
save……
laugh!
suddenly.
A ripple appeared silently behind Zheng Xiu.
An almost transparent "chain", a light black chain, stretched out from the ripples and pierced Zheng Xiu's head.
Bang!
The scene before Zheng Xiu's eyes was shattered like glass, and he could not go any further.
He stared blankly at the "chain" protruding from his head, feeling no pain or bleeding. The chain was untouchable, but it stopped him from being castrated when he was about to touch his father.
Wow!
There was a sudden change in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, like a slideshow, flashing in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes in a very short moment like lightning.
In the clip, he transformed into the "Abyss Walker" and slaughtered everyone on the battlefield, killing the Wolf King. At the moment when he rescued his father, chains appeared.
laugh!
Another chain stretched out from the ripples and pierced Zheng Xiu's shoulder blade.
Another scene appeared in front of Zheng Xiu. He transformed into Zheng Shan, pretending to be brothers with his father, knocked him out halfway, and wanted to take him away by force. Halfway through, he was pierced by the chain again.
laugh!
More and more chains penetrated Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu's body was covered with light black illusory chains.
Countless slides flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes, as if he had tried countless times but still ended up with the same ending.
In the end, no matter how hard he tries, he will be bound by the chains from the void, stopping him at the last step.
For Zheng Haoran, it was just a moment, but for Zheng Xiu, in the blink of an eye, through the flashback of memory fragments, he experienced the pain of failing to save his father again and again.
"ah…………"
"ah……"
Zheng Xiu let out a hoarse cry.
"This is a paradox!"
"From the very beginning, when I came in, it was a paradox!"
"There's no way I can save daddy here!"
"Because once I rescue dad, it means that there is no way I can appear here..."
"It was wrong from the beginning... it was wrong..."
Deep in Zheng Xiu's pupils, streaks of black light washed downward.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu was transformed into a hedgehog by the chains in the void, strung in the air.
The scene before his eyes collapsed and distorted little by little, and my father's face became increasingly blurry.
Zheng Xiu suddenly understood one thing, feeling both blessed and extremely miserable.
He didn't get a glimpse of the [prisoner] because he was in prison.
Stranger in nature.
The cage that bound him existed from the beginning.
That day in prison was nothing more than an opportunity, a coincidence, an... introduction.
The real prison that binds him is this world!
(End of chapter)
