sink……
sink……
The people who were deprived of their five senses felt like they were immersed in a boundless sea of suffering.
Consciousness sinks.
Forever and ever.
But suddenly,
Before their eyes,
In the boundless darkness, a little bit of faint light flickered silently.
Just like the stars that began to light up in the dark night, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock... the stars gradually illuminated the deep and desperate night.
They were soaked in darkness and filth, and countless consciousnesses merged into their thoughts like ocean currents.
…
"We will lie dormant, waiting, waiting for his return, or... until dawn!"
"A mere god, nothing more than that!"
"I'm not fat Li Er,"
"It's not Emperor Wang Tian,"
"I'm the one who wants to defeat you!"
"If you insist on giving me a name,"
"I am the strongest fusion warrior...the Fat Emperor!"
"What if you never come back?"
"Then leave and never come back!"
"I have a great sword that can cut through the sun, moon and stars. I can rule over eternity and kill gods!"
"This is it,"
"Kill gods with one sword!"
"Ninety-nine swords!"
…
The chaotic thoughts were chaotic at first, but in the end, "they" seemed to be twisted into a rope, or in other words, an arrow! An arrow that goes forward in an indomitable way.
"What is this sound!"
Everyone opened their eyes with difficulty.
They stared in shock as the stars shone brightly in the darkness.
Yue Linglong's voice trembled: "It's...'them', the 'predecessors' who fell in Ragnarok..."
"them……"
The alien mark behind Yue Linglong vibrated crazily.
The imprint echoed inexplicably with the voices of the seniors.
Tears fell.
"why are you crying?"
In the collective consciousness, Yue Linglong's inexplicable sadness infected others.
"I don't know, I don't know...but..."
Yue Linglong's mood was unusually turbulent, and she didn't know why she was crying. But at this moment, those voices and the "mood" conveyed by the seniors made her shed tears. She vaguely saw the heroic postures of her predecessors who fought long, long ago, their attitude of never giving up and facing the gods head on.
"They're still alive."
Yue Linglong nodded vigorously, flicked her ten fingers, and activated the alien technique.
…
On the endless plain as smooth as a mirror.
boom!
Shirley turned back in surprise.
The solidified "filth" suddenly shattered, and a figure dyed with white flames blasted open the unbreakable barrier with one punch and soared into the sky.
An old man with white eyebrows and beard, his back straight and full of energy.
His figure was looming, as if he would disappear with the wind at any time, but in an instant, his piercing eyes made Shirley feel an unprecedented danger.
Shirley frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man didn't answer, but slowly raised an index finger.
Immediately afterwards, the second person "broke through the ground" and came out.
She is a stunningly beautiful woman with long hair shawl.
Two long knives hung from her waist.
She held Ji Hongou Root in her hand and threw it aside.
Shirley asked again: "Who are you?"
The woman silently raised an index finger.
The third person,
A handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he put his hands behind his back, smiled, and slowly said: "I have a sword, which can go up to the blue sky and down to the underworld."
He also raised an index finger.
The fourth person, a fat man, was holding the dying dog emperor, his eyes were narrowed, and the pupils were almost invisible. Fatty rubbed his palms together and laughed: "Wang'er, long time no see. Do you still want to get together this time?"
The dog emperor, known as "Wang'er", wanted to slap Fatty away, but he shed tears instead.
"Why are you crying? I've had enough."
Fatty smiled freely.
A tall giant appeared behind Fatty, pressed Fatty's head with a slap, and smiled softly: "Fatty, long time no see."
Chubby's free and easy smile suddenly froze.
"Yeah, this is a grand return party."
The man with slightly curly hair, a man who was smiling but not smiling, left the confused Qing Shisan and took out a tarot card.
Wearing armor, the blond girl with a heroic appearance and dull hair on her head left Wei Ruyi aside and looked around. Finally, her eyes were fixed on the infinitely high and infinite "high wall": "Hey, Rin, he is right there. In that wall?"
"It seems like nothing happened to me." The ordinary girl squatted aside depressedly, becoming a passerby once again.
More and more "people" emerge from the ground and appear on the plains of despair.
There is a tall muscular man who shouts "Azhen Azhen, I am Aqiang";
There are weird people who look stupid, with sunken eyes, giggling to themselves, holding up their index fingers and muttering "Youth";
There are the narrow-eyed Confucian scholars who shout “I should have retired long ago”;
There is an indistinguishable male and female, an extremely handsome man with long hair and a robe;
There are 20,000 identical “sisters”;
Qing Shisan and others were rescued by "them" one after another. Looking at the various "seniors" wearing strange costumes, the monk scratched his head, wondered to himself, and asked Yue Linglong not far away: "Second sister-in-law, these Are the seniors all instigated by you?"
Yue Linglong shook her head: "I'm just a 'cadaver stitcher'. I can't resurrect the dead, not to mention they... are existences far beyond human beings."
Qing Shisan was smoking a cigarette, looking at the unusual halos shining on several people. Suddenly, he remembered that not long ago, his master had used uncanny painting skills to present a similar scene, and he suddenly had an idea. Flash, opened his mouth and said: "They are 'missing bodies'!"
Yue Linglong asked: "'Missing Body'? Whose 'Missing' is it? Who created them?"
yes!
There were more than thirteen people in Qing, and no one knew “them”!
Whose "missing" are these numerous "missing bodies" that appear in the "Ending Land"?
The old man who appeared first smiled slightly: "Yes, we are 'missing'."
The curly-haired man with a fake smile held a tarot card between his fingertips, and the card was "Lovers". He smiled slightly:
"You die three times in your life."
"When the heart stops beating,"
"When a lifetime is remembered at a funeral,"
"When the world forgets."
"It's 'love' that leaves thoughts and 'us' here."
The vast number of missing people booed: "The Riddler will not die well!"
The old man suddenly realized: "It turns out to be that little guy!"
Shirley looked at the scene of reunion in front of her.
No one paid any attention to her.
She waved her hand and directed the "Five Demon Kings" impatiently.
The terrifying black arrogance swept across the plain instantly.
Feeling the terror of the five demon kings, even the old man suddenly became quiet and stared intently in the sky at the five demon kings exuding unparalleled demonic power, and the "Demon King Zheng Xiu" who had reached the peak of his strength.
"It seems there is no time to reminisce."
The old man shook his head regretfully: "I thought I could take the time to have a drink with my old friends."
"I'm hungry." The dull-haired girl touched her belly through her armor.
"It doesn't matter, I will use the knife." The girl with two swords touched the knife at her waist.
The squinting Confucian scholar who called for retirement looked around. This familiar scene made him sigh with emotion and sigh.
He clapped his hands and coughed twice: "The president is not here, and the vice president will be the president. Are there any procedures that we have not completed?"
The missing people smiled knowingly.
"Apocalypse, gather!"
The missing bodies gathered into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky and killed the five demon kings.
…
Deep in filth.
Zheng Xiu and the orange cat are like rootless duckweeds, floating powerlessly in the boundless darkness.
They closed their eyes.
At some point, a series of glimmers of light, even such a weak light, stung Zheng Xiu's eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw the orange cat with its limbs spread out. Balls of light like fireflies escaped from the "hole" in her chest, floating upward like fragile little bubbles.
More and more "starlight" floats away from the orange cat's loopholes.
Zheng Xiu's eyes were empty and lifeless, looking at the hole in the orange cat's chest.
A thought emerged: Such a leaky method can make more and more leaks. He is worthy of being the master of loopholes.
"What did you leak this time?"
The faint light reflected in Zheng Xiu's eyes, making his eyes a little more radiant.
"I don't know, does it still make sense?"
Zheng Xiu was silent.
The orange cat allowed these strange "starlights" to leak out from her chest, and the broken jar broke. The Lord of Loopholes was the Lord of Loopholes. She could no longer care about being embarrassed at this time. Anyway, there was no other god here except Zheng Xiu. , it is not shameful to be embarrassed in front of your own people.
Besides, she's not human.
Love it.
The orange cat's voice was filled with unconcealable despair.
"Maybe we were wrong from the beginning."
"This road was wrong from the beginning!"
"'Authority' exists from beginning to end. When we become masters, we only occupy that 'position' and become that 'concept'."
"But we are greedy for eternal life, greed for invincibility, greed for ease, and greed for freedom, but we don't know that the moment we step into 'dominance', we are actively sending ourselves into the 'fate' destined by 'authority' itself. One way!”
"We have nowhere to go."
"Life is extinguished, Ragnarok is twilight, and we have no other way but to look back."
Zheng Xiu, who was silent, was shocked when he heard this.
"Wait, what did you just say?"
He swam to the orange cat and grabbed the buggy cat hard in his hand.
"Meow? I said, all living beings will die..."
"The previous sentence!"
"We have nowhere to go."
"Front!"
"We covet that..."
"More ahead!"
The orange cat thought for a while and repeated tentatively: "Is this path wrong from the beginning?"
In an instant, it seemed as if a spiritual light shot directly into Zheng Xiu's Tianling Cap.
A vague idea he had from a long time ago seemed to be reawakened in this desperate moment.
"If this path was wrong from the beginning, then where is the right path...?"
he muttered.
"If it was wrong from the beginning, then wouldn't it be enough for me to 'correct' it from the source?"
Zheng Xiu suddenly stretched out his index finger, and like a black mist, an irregularly shaped "authority" called "correction" slowly rotated on his fingertips.
He stared straight at the ball of "corrections."
Annie was stunned and subconsciously covered the hole in her chest: "What do you want to do, meow?"
At this moment, Zheng Xiu's expression was as calm as ever.
His eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
Shining brightly like stars.
"You said, in the history of Yuanhai, is there any god or master who would take the initiative to crush the authority that he has worked so hard to cultivate?"
Anne yelled, "You're crazy!"
"It was wrong from the beginning. Since I was already wrong, it will be fine if I correct this mistake."
Annie was so excited that she put her paw on Zheng Xiu: "Don't be impulsive! You will disappear completely!"
"Are there any other options?"
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly and asked.
Anne was stunned.
"What will happen?"
Zheng Xiu was relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and crushed the authority.
