Xiaomei was soaked in light mist, like a huge statue of a god, and blood gushed from her eyes, which seemed to outsiders to be no different from suicide.

Sea of Consciousness.

The old ghost's divine sense stared at the corner of the vast snow-capped mountain in the distance, and the huge blurred light and shadow swallowed up the confused mist and vision, reflecting a majestic and flickering silver light source.

The gloomy, obscure consciousness was as erratic as a ghost, and the black veil on his body was like a dead tree on a snowy field.

The fragile body stood silently in the hazy filth of the new snow, staring at the low mountains and islands one after another, at the jagged coastlines that were joined together, and at the abyss that gradually merged and immersed in barrenness.

The old ghost was divided into two, one with a dark consciousness and the other with a bright consciousness, and the two walked slowly towards each other, their expressions cold, as if they were fighting each other for the possession of this body.

The old ghost's eyelids could not hide the dim golden light in his eyes, and there seemed to be cold droplets of water in his pupils, reflecting thousands of years of life through the long darkness, endless time devouring prosperity and wealth.

"Hehe, you tell me, if Zhou Tianming becomes the next Demon Emperor, are you still willing to help him? You just want to occupy his body, just like me, don't talk too high about yourself, all this is reflected in the Great Dao Runes, including you and me, but they are just puppets of fate. ”

The "shadow" in the gloom smiled sarcastically at the old ghost, seemingly dismissive of his actions.

"Besides, you are in a state of sleep now, I may break through your sealing formation again at any time and occupy Zhou Tianming's body, when the time comes, the whole world will be mine, and he can also take revenge on Kunlun Mountain justifiably, unlike you, who put him in danger. ”

The old ghost raised his head and pointed with his jaw at the long crack in the abyss in the distance, his stiff and hoarse voice both bleak and sad.

"It doesn't matter, past experiences often tell us not to worry about the current predicament, besides, the original Demon Emperor was also so invincible, just a low-level creature, and the current Zhou Tianming is the same, everything is under control. ”

What if something happens other than control?

The Shadow's consciousness seems to be convinced that things will go against their wishes.

"Then we just need to wait silently, waiting for the existence of the next reincarnated spirit, if it weren't for Zhou Tianming, there would naturally be the next person to replace him. ”

The old ghost shook his head, his figure was like wind and sand growing and entwined in a thick fog, his expression was covered by a wide black hood, and his eyebrows were raised, looking angry and sad.

And now the old ghost seems to have a hint of emotion, which is the opposite of the strong reaction of the shadow.

The old ghost was different from his spirits that burned with intense flames, and his voice stirred up the development of all fate in the mud and the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Shadow, you should know better than me that those so-called miracles and spiritual sources were falsely created to deceive these awakened people, and your appearance at the beginning was also my act in a hurry, otherwise, it would not have given rise to such a dark you. ”

"I have warned the Demon Emperor of everything, but the root of those evils lies in the disasters created by those self-righteous gods. ”

The old ghost's voice was hollow and bright, like a light that woke up the whole world.

Thousands of years ago.

The streets were covered in countless rubble and fragments of trees, and the fireworks shrouded the ruins of the city in a gray air.

The old ghost's boots beat rhythmically, and the silver metal kept rolling on the tiny branches, making a "squeak" sound.

The old ghost could clearly feel that the fire source that was constantly burning was constantly confronting the cold darkness, just not far from the emperor.

And his robe rubbed against the filth on the ground, stained with crimson blood.

The old ghost looked at the empty streets and endless ruins, and seemed to be reminded of the catastrophe many years ago.

In the past, not too far away, before he became the experimenter of the Demon Emperor, he walked alone in the empty ruins, buried in the thick fog of war, surrounded by the screams and bones of soul beasts.

In order to gain strength and survive the war, life seems to have become terrible in an instant, and an unknown death is choking his neck.

The catastrophe, which lasted for several years, wrapped around his body like a plague, making him crawl on every abandoned street.

He drinks the blood of the dead, eats the flesh and blood of the dead, struggles to live on the edge of dreams and reality, like a bird that falls into a valley, and even if he has the ability to fly, he cannot escape from the long abyss.

It's just that in the past few hundred years, he seems to have seen the shadow of his dark part in a trance.

And what makes the old ghost even more determined is that only by surviving, those miracles are for those who have the ability to stand at the top, and it is extremely difficult for the helpless to even survive.

Therefore, the old ghost hates those heavenly ways that create and destroy the world.

What kind of monsters are they? The old ghost often thinks about this, and can play with human life in applause.

They are above all rulers, but now, unlike the peaceful times of the past, war is full of the fog of killing, and all those blinded by fate are planning to be released.

The old ghost can only look for the person who can deliver the message now.

If he finds him, he will be able to clearly know which link, in addition to the problem, is the culprit that caused the destruction.

Looking at the towering spire of the imperial city not far away, this milky white building soars into the sky. All he could see was a vague shadow of a huge shadow.

The old ghost shook his sleeves, and he felt a tingling and tearing pain in his chest as the dust fell from the tip of his nose.

His pupils quickly vanished, and his body stood there like a sculpture. Sharp ice spikes pierced diagonally from his knees into the ground.

Gurgling blood irrigated the soil next to the blades. Blood in the air constantly filled the shadows of those standing behind him. It seems that even the blurry shapes have been rendered in dull colors.

The wive's neck was cut severe, his chin pressed against his collarbone, and the wound on his neck resembled a huge poppy in full bloom.

The flesh that flowed from the ground was like a folded petal, and the crimson branches and leaves were wrapped in cold mist, and the old ghost finally knelt here, like an unyielding soldier, his body still supported.

"The third miracle is the declaration of death. ”

In the center of the depths of the temple, the voice of the devil reached the ears of every demon and human living here like a ghost, and it was like a heavy bell.

"A place known as a real miracle. ”

In the middle of the entire lake, a crystal pillar floats that represents the supreme avenue runes and supreme power.

Crystals wrap around the curly and floating human body, the clear water of the lake constantly washes the crystal clear surface, and the bones that crumble like amber are constantly shattering.