The boy's victory was a tragic victory! The left arm was bent into a strange arc, and a hideous knife on the abdomen oozed with strange transparent blood like glass crystal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy's clothes were in tatters, and the scars on his face turned from dark to bright red like drops of blood. The boy stood alone in the sea of blood without his knees, and the raindrops of beans fell quickly and quickly, as fast as bullets smashing out pits and splashing blood flowers.

The crimson rain carries a little demonic purity, or maybe it looks strange because of its purity. Clean is an extinct word in this chaotic, filthy killing world, and that blank slate-like existence is either impregnated or shredded.

The little Lori with red braids, with a broken headband and ragged clothes, fell weakly against the craggy strange stone in the sea of blood, and the blood with silver mangs stained the strange stone. The originally fair, delicate and green body was now exposed from between the strips of cloth. Under the girl's unfocused eyes were two lines of blood and tears, and the strange luster that suddenly appeared in the pupils made the blind eyes look extremely bright, like the light that ignited hope.

The white right hand that showed his finger bones tightly pinched the black card full of cracks: "Wang ...... The king, at last, was born, no, it was beginning to wake up. King... Remember our name, King, we wait, we look forward to ...... When you awaken us from the endless cycle of death, let us subvert this rotten ...... together," came the words of Momo Peachka.

"King, the key to death, the door of reincarnation, don't hand it over, hope, one, one. Su Guo, who was tongue-in-cheek, smiled palely and was silent.

The black tower-like big man Black Tower also lost his life after the sentence: "King, we are your sword, remember!" The last roar of the big man was like a spring of black blood on his chest.

The scar on the boy's face was bright red and then darker black, like a brand of eternal life.

The scar-faced boy still had many doubts in his heart, such as why he didn't kill himself when he had such strength, why did he hide from the gods, what did he mean by his words before death, and many, many more......

Before the scar-faced boy could list all the doubts in his mind, the bodies of the last three people were scattered into fine sand like the sandstone that had been blown through the wind and scattered into fine sand, like the rocks that had weathered away from the wind and rain for thousands of years and the scorching sun, and disappeared from this world.

The three dim-colored crystalline stones were picked up by the boy, and at this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the stars turned upside down.

The crimson rain faded, the sea of blood rolled up a monstrous wave of blood, and the tired boy retreated from the edge of the island to the central high ground to watch the wind rag.

The gloomy rain, the inky rain falling from the sky carried a slight seductive fragrance, and the faint smell even overwhelmed the bloody smell that filled the whole world.

In the inky rain, the dead sank in a sea of blood.

The wails of the dead echoed in the world, and as the rain became more and more miserable and loud, the sharp voices pierced into the brain.

A huge gray tornado stirred the gloomy sea of blood, and a huge grimace emerged in the whirlpool, the thin tail of the tornado connected to the bloody mouth of the grimace.

The huge gray tornado shrank little by little, as if it was swallowed by the grimace, and the dark sea water gradually dried up and entered the grimace along with the tornado, and the grimace gradually condensed from the unreal.

The blood-colored gear in the palm of his hand made a faint 'click' turning sound, and a huge suction burst out from the palm of his hand, pulling the ghostface ghost in mid-air, and the ghostface couldn't break free, and opened his mouth to let out a suction force, wanting to swallow the scar-faced boy into his stomach.

Wailing, roaring, grimacing and screaming disturbs people's hearts and shakes their wills!

The young man's expression is like a deep ancient well for thousands of years, leisurely, his heart has long been like ten thousand years of ice, and his god is like a deep sea god needle The sea has become a mulberry field without transferring.

This was not the first revenant he had ingested, even if it was much stronger, the young man's pale lips opened and closed slightly, and his tone was soft and contained infinite warmth.

"One Hundred ......"

The blood-colored talisman array seemed to be overwhelmed, and after the clicking sound, it shattered like a broken pocket watch, and the souls of the dead fled from the cage in a hurry, devouring each other and screaming in the face of the scar-faced boy!

With a miserable white face the size of an ordinary person, and eyes with no mouth or nose closed, blood and tears flowing, who is it crying for? Is it pitying the world? Is it satirizing the ignorance of the world? Or is it lamenting its own birth?

The scar-faced boy reached out and stroked his face, the back of which was empty, a strange mask that exuded an aura of mystery and sadness.

Three gears of different sizes rose into the air and shattered, shattered and reassembled, becoming a strange and solemn magic array.

A miserable white face with a black hood appeared on the magic array, and a depressing aura, an aura of surrender and fear, spread to the entire world, no, all the small worlds in the Land of Trials.

God has come!

This is the grave of life, the gathering place of death, and the testing ground of the gods! Only the best can escape and become gods, or even further gods, and get the opportunity to make a wish to the higher god or the main god of inspection.

The boy is not only the best, his excellence is the transcendence that even the gods have to look up to.

The Lord of Darkness may have this strength and talent, but who said that darkness should be accompanied by death and killing? His heart is not iron! The Lord of Light will not enter this chaotic land to do such a killing that is detrimental to glory and light... , not to mention the divine servant, who doesn't want to have a top-level divine servant?

The gods of the sky watched the wicked boy through the Lich Mirror of the Lord of Death, waiting for him to make a wish, waiting for the battle for this god or the young lord god to enter his camp.

"Boy, make your wish. "It is not a contemptuous human being, the excellence and ruthlessness of the young man make God also awe, reverence for his talents, at this time there is no envy and envy, God's face is very important, especially in front of other gods.

"It's not me, it's a killing feast called hope. A vague black shadow stood in the dry sea of blood, looking at the young man with blank eyes, muttering to himself, and the main gods present, including the high ones, did not notice him and heard his voice.

Only the scar-faced boy's ears seemed to move.

Like a broken kaleidoscope, the continuous process came to this point, some fragmentary, disordered memory images flashed, and only half of the face could be seen in the shattered, the face of the god was full of fear and anger, and the background seemed to be another sea of blood.

The scar-faced man cried bitterly, holding a girl of fifteen or sixteen, the girl, expressionless like a delicate porcelain doll, like a doll with a thread, without soul and without life. The thin chains wrapped around the man's waist at one end, and spread into the endless void at the other, and golden divine blood dripped down the chains.

The mouthy Su Guo, the honest and indifferent Black Tower, and the little Lori of the peach card holding the book, all stood behind the man with a sad face, not knowing how to comfort.

Subverting the rotten theocracy, why don't they have a little pride and excitement?

It was the vague black shadow again, just as light as a mutter: "The key to death, the gate of fate, the only hope, the only master." ”

The man turned his head and turned his gaze to the black shadow that seemed to be non-existent: "What do you know? Who are you?"

Time and space are above the Heavenly Dao, after all, it is because of time and space that different Heavenly Dao is born.

Time and space are juxtaposed with the ever-changing and infinitely obscure avenue, probably like a brother and sister.

Confused time and space, for the black shadow this is just a memory left by obsession, but for another person, how can the black shadow not be real?

The black shadow's gaze fell on the back of the scar-faced man, and when he was in the sea of blood, there was a soul flying in, and there was a disc-like illusory wheel that did not exist, and the souls flew towards it one by one, with relief, gratitude, relief, and unwillingness in their eyes......

The faint sigh of "reincarnation ......." is like the last remnant of the eternal swan song, and finally disappears.

"What's there, king?"

"Nothing. "Thanks, Gate of Reincarnation......