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Over and over again.

For these people who are locked in the illusion, it is torment, and some people's spirits are on the verge of collapse, perhaps, some people have completely collapsed.

Jiang Wangyue has watched it more than a dozen times.

He found that the images were getting blurrier and more blurry.

This is the Death Knife and the Fireworks Knife absorbing the life force and resentment of the monster, and it has become difficult to maintain the illusion.

"It's pathetic!"

Jiang Wangyue sighed.

The fate of the outcast is very bumpy, much worse than him, although he was also miserable when he was a child, but at least it is much better than this little girl.

Jiang Wangyue pulled a person inside the monster's body, copied his language, and prepared to speed up the solution of this monster.

Even if he took pity on the little girl, he wouldn't spare it at this time.

When it's time to solve the problem, he doesn't hesitate.

Then.

The picture in the fantasy world has changed, the town is gone, and everyone is gone, except for a little girl, a nine-year-old outcast.

She lay in the cave, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips, and she fell asleep in the hay.

Suddenly, on her cheeks and down her neck.

A series of purple-red lines appeared, and a trace of purple-red mist floated.

Glamorous and weird.

There seemed to be thousands of magic shadows circulating around her, and an innocent and lovely little girl instantly turned into a demonic little witch.

Then, the foundling's eyes opened, indifferent, and without any emotion, and like stagnant water, she opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

She stood up.

But there was still a little girl lying on the ground, a lifeless body.

"Out of body?"

Jiang Wangyue couldn't understand what the situation was.

"In this era, the curse begins!"

The little girl said indifferently, her tone was still indifferent, but in her expression, there was a trace of emotional fluctuations.

The purple-red light flickered, and a tentacle monster appeared on the little girl's palm, mini cute, even if it was now a miniature version of the giant monster.

This is where the picture stops.

Jiang Wangyue suddenly felt at this moment, no wonder an innocent and kind little girl would form such a terrifying resentment, this was not her nature at all.

Evil spirits and monsters.

It's not them that are scary.

It's people's hearts, people's hearts are good, it's not terrible to become anything, people's hearts are evil, even if they become a rabbit, they will eat people!

"Wait, this monster is just something she made out of her hands!"

Jiang Wangyue's expression froze.

He carefully observed the monster, and at this moment, he realized that this monster was not formed by the thoughts of the outcast at all, but by the fusion of countless thoughts, and the monster would continue to absorb the resentment of outsiders and grow.

After absorbing the life force of these people, the life force will be transformed into evil energy.

Half a minute later.

The monster disappeared completely, its evil aura had been absorbed by the Flame Knife, and those in its body had also been drained of their vitality by the Death Knife, and they were completely liberated.

In the rules of this world, without the existence of ghosts, the soul will disappear if it loses its body.

Enter the cycle of heaven and earth.

It is crushed into soul particles, and the memories are erased, and some of them are fused with other soul particles to form a new soul and reincarnate.

This way of reincarnation is cruel, and after reincarnation, it is nothing.

But this is also the autonomous reincarnation mode of most dimensional worlds.

The god of slaughter has a particularly deep memory of reincarnation.

What is the purpose of becoming a god, isn't it for eternity and oneness, immortality and immortality, and reincarnation, but after he became a god, he found that the path of gods is not the end, and gods will also die, and there will be a day when their lives end!

The death of God is not the death of the body, but the death of the spiritual will.

It's like people who want to die after living for a long time, because the spirit has gradually decayed.

That's probably what it means.

When Jiang Wangyue appeared outside.

saw a scene that impressed him.

The clear sky cracked a huge gap, a fuchsia gap.

An even larger red monster appeared, crawling out of the crack, this monster as huge as a mountain, one-horned optimus, with its huge mouth occupying most of its body, and the black mist floating all over its body, just floating in the sky.

"Dare to destroy my first carrier-derived spell beast, you are very good human!"

A roaring sound came from the cracks.

Clear and pleasant, with a hint of a smile.

Listening to the tone, it was the feeling of laughing angrily.

Under the single horn, there was a giant eye that scanned the earth, quickly locked on Jiang Wangyue's position and pounced on him.

The body breaks the sound barrier.

Thunder erupted.

"I ......"

Bang!

As soon as Jiang Wangyue said a word, he was hit and killed by a monster, and the entire town was instantly razed to the ground.

"Do you need to send such a strong monster to crush me, what is the origin of that woman?"

In the dark, Jiang Wangyue thought quietly.

He hadn't thought of what point in time he was going back.

He also understood that even if his consciousness returned to a few seconds ago, the world would change dramatically, and the changes in the timeline were too unknown, as complex as the fate line, and ordinary people couldn't understand it at all.

Otherwise, if you can return consciousness to the past when the world has not changed without any changes, then this supernatural power is too rebellious, and if this supernatural power evolves in the future, it can make consciousness go back to decades ago.

He won't be able to see his parents!