Under the magnificent colors, the precipitation is as calm as ever.

Someone who woke up and returned was still living in the body of the desolate dream, but the desolate dream woke up in their common mental world.

"Stinky old man, it's time to get my body back!" Arameng stood in his heart, looking at the white heart and was a little silent, didn't it be?

At this time, a certain guy sitting at the wine table looked drunk, and he picked up his wine glass and heard the voice in his heart. I saw that he was immersed in his heart as soon as he drank it, and the color on his face was still there, indicating that this was a drunken person.

A person appeared in the white heart world, and his appearance was seven or eight points similar to Xuesheng and Asomune, but it was fundamentally different, and it could be seen that the two horns on the top of his head and the fangs in his mouth showed that he was not a human.

"Who are you?" asked Arakumi in a sudden, serious manner.

The person on the other side incarnated even if he was a primordial god, but he was exactly the same as drunk, and he took a step and looked at the other party's appearance.

"Uh-huh......" he said with a pause. "I'm you!"

What do you mean? There was something strange in Aramu's mind. It's true that I'm not a deity, but I'm already a brother to my body. But the other party also said that it was himself? It was more like saying that it was like a deity! Could it be that the deity had other doppelgangers besides me? He thought to himself, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Why? is it strange?" said the grimace, and out of thin air another glass appeared, and he was about to take another drink, but just as he stretched out his arm and handed it to the corner of his mouth, he heard the question again.

Arama seemed to be firm in something, so he said. "You're a ghost, not a human?"

He listened to the gaze and drank the glass down.

"Do you know what a ghost is?" he said slowly, his eyes solemn, throwing away his glass, and looking at him.

Aramu shook his head when he heard this, revealing puzzlement. Yes, I didn't even know what a ghost was! I was still thinking about it, and I heard it again.

He looked yearning. "The power of the Extreme Dao, Gu. As he spoke, another cup appeared and floated slowly.

"Gu, it's a family. Born in chaos, died in chaos. However, the chaos has not been cleared, the obscurity is abnormal, there is an ancient, called the plate. Deeply feeling the chaos and desolation, he made a grand wish to open the heavens and the earth, so far his body died, and he accidentally divided seven people, but he unexpectedly achieved supreme, and the ghost was one of the six clans of the open heaven!" he said as he drank the wine again.

"Actually, there is no difference between you and me, it's just a matter between life and death. As he spoke, he understood some of the desolate dreams, and some of them didn't understand.

"Then you say you are me, and who am I?"

At this time, the ghost-faced man's eyes revealed cunning. "Actually, this body of yours was mine!" he kept looking at Ayamu up and down.

"Well, for some reason, it's yours, and it stands to reason that I should ask you for an explanation!" he grinned, looking very funny when he was drunk.

Arameng didn't want to pay attention to this guy, so he walked in one direction without looking back, and in an instant he was out of his state of mind, and in the blink of an eye, that familiar feeling returned!

The orcs in the room who were sitting together and eating were a little surprised, and when they saw that they were drunk, they all laughed and drank again.

On the other hand, in the state of mind of the desolate dream, he sat cross-legged in place, with a contemplative face.

"Ancestor, what the hell is the reason for being called an ancestor? The best brother stabbed himself in the back, and he finally escaped death, if this is the consequence, it would be too much of an understatement!" he thought to himself, two tears flashed on his ghost-like but more delicate and handsome face, and he was still drinking, glass by glass, and he still couldn't forget.

"Maybe my last will is for the existence of this little guy. He said with a smile as he thought of something. "It's only in the whirlpool that you can figure out what's going on in the whirlpool, right?" he said secretly, and the glass was empty again. "The only thing I'm worried about is how big is this maelstrom?"

The purple outline of the sleeping Deserted Dream's right eye and the line on the top of his head slowly disappeared. The colorful deer that was staring at him had a solemn face, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly got up and left here.

Somewhere unknown, surrounded by a gloomy fire, a picture hanging on the wall depicts the same condition as Aramu's eyes.

It looked at the other party covered with purple Yan and was a little shocked: "It turned out to be ......"

.......

In the middle of the reincarnation, he suddenly sat on it and opened his eyes. He seemed to feel a little heartache, what was going on? He was quite puzzled, are you back? His eyes seemed to look through the void!

The location of the land of the Spirit Race, the legendary first generation, has long been remembered by no one, except for the old woman who is in charge of everything in the Spirit Race.

"How long has it been now?" the old woman sat in the hall with her crutches, her words revealing concern, but no one dared to refute it, there is no doubt that the spirit race is also a highly concentrated or united race.

One of the people next to him said respectfully, "It's been almost a week since I returned to my grandmother." ”

"Really?" said the old woman in her heart before she knew it, a week. He got up and walked outside. There was a thud and a clam, and the respectful people behind them were sweating, as if this blow had hit their hearts.

The old woman didn't pay any attention to them, because she knew what the roles of the children behind her were, and the only person with a good attitude was the person next to her.

"Yue'er, who do you think can provoke the power of our spirit clan?" asked the old woman as she walked. The woman next to her looked at the few people behind her, and all of them were not calm, trembling as if they couldn't help themselves.

"Grandmother, you're fine, there's no hurry. The girl called Yue'er was a little flattering, and said cautiously, the old man didn't care, just laughed and praised each other.

"It's hard to guarantee that someone has some bad intentions! after all, it's just different from the past!" said the old woman, and this time she didn't forget to look back.

A kind of man and woman behind him suddenly stiffened, as if they felt like they were being targeted by something!

"Hmph, Yue'er, go and inform Ling Feng and tell him that in three days, your sister may be coming out of the Spirit Ancestor Palace!" The old woman felt a slight fluctuation as she faced the clouds opposite.

The place where the spirit clan is located is full of mountains, towering into the clouds, and it is all up to the flying boat to enter and exit, which is why the night Ling'er and the two took the flying boat when they returned. I have to say that in this ethereal fairy world, there are indeed a lot of reverie on this cloud, at least that one is really true!