The black shadow fled, and everything in the convenience store was back to normal, if it weren't for the big black footprints on the ground, and the glass door shattered into glass slag, Du Kang would have felt that everything that had just happened was like a big dream.

Helped Cang Jin to sit down on the bench for customers to rest, looked at the bloodshot that oozed from the corner of Cang Jin's mouth again, and asked worriedly, "Sister Cang Jin, are you okay?"

Cang Jin shook his head, "I'm fine, it's just that I was hurt by a wisp of divine thought imprinted in Lao Wang's soul by that thing, just rest for a while." ”

"Then do you know how Lao Wang got like this?"

Cang Jin still shook her head, "I don't understand what the picture in Lao Wang's dream means. ”

"How is this possible?" Du Kang was incredulous, "Sister Cang Jin, if you tell me, maybe we can analyze something together." ”

"Well, see for yourself. Cang Jin said, wiping his right hand in front of Du Kang's eyes, "Said softly, don't resist, Shennian followed my guidance." ”

Du Kang slowly closed his eyes, only to feel that it was pitch black in front of him, the world was spinning, and in less than two or three minutes, everything around him suddenly brightened, and he secretly opened one eye and squinted, looking at the surrounding environment.

Du Kang is in a quiet valley, above the valley are countless green vines and vines intersecting with each other, only the wisps of sunlight peeking out of the cracks shine on the grass, a three-story wooden building with heavy eaves and flat roof under the entanglement of vines and roses stands quietly in the depths of the valley

At this moment, outside the bamboo forest, the wind suddenly howled, and dozens of corpses lay on the ground at the edge of the bamboo forest, all of which were fragmented and unrecognizable.

And the wisps of sunlight that originally appeared from the top of the head also disappeared without a trace, and the eyes were full of haze, flying sand and rocks in the sky, and ghosts and ghosts were scurrying around, countless, and bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls mixed with the terrible wind shook the heavens and the earth.

The open space in front of the small building was more than ten zhang round as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, and it was more than a zhang deeper than just now, forming a big pit out of thin air.

In the center of the big pit, there is a man in red standing, his hands are in the shape of holding the sky, and a three-legged round tripod with a diameter of one zhang on the top of his head is whining and turning, the wind is fierce, and there are puffs of black smoke coming out from the mouth of the ding, and its momentum is very amazing.

The man in red stood with his hands on his hands, his feet sinking to the ground to his knees, his clothes in tatters, and his color changed from normal black to blood red.

A long hair stood upright, his face was iron-blue, the corners of his eyes burst out, and the black vertical lines on his forehead turned into a blood-colored vertical eye at this time, releasing a bloody light that went straight to the bottom of the soul refining ding, and the ground in front of him was splashed with black bloodstains, and the bloodshot mouth let out a strange laugh of "chirping", looking like a madness, like a demon, it was simply a ghost king who crawled out of the deepest part of the eighteenth layer of hell.

At this time, the ground is a little more strange than the situation just now, there is no howling fierce wind, but there are still bamboo branches swaying, sand and stones are all over the sky, there is no ghost crying wolf, but ghosts, dry bones, stumps and broken arms are vividly vivid, adding three points of reality.

The man in red who had been pressed to the ground up to his knees disappeared at this time, only the strange big tripod floated in the air, and the purple-black smoke came out of the mouth of the ding, enveloping a blood-red cocoon up and down, magnificent, weird and dangerous, like a peerless calamity, once formed, it was the arrival of the end of the world.

The purple-black smoke enveloped the cocoon and then turned into an extremely deep purple-red smoke that rushed straight into the void, and the emerald green vines that were hidden above the valley were instantly corroded out of a large hole, and the smoke rushed upwards and connected to the sky, the sun was not the day, the clouds were not clouds, and the clouds spread straight for thousands of miles like a tide, and the black gas was vertical and horizontal, outlining the clusters of unknown ghosts with the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Soul Refining Ding, Shura Song, Infernal Domain, Killing Gods and Demons..." The small wooden building was gone, and the old Wang, dressed as a city god, stood in the newly appeared clearing, his hair and clothes fluttering high in the silent wind, his feet were solid, his waist was straight, his hands were behind his back, and he looked up at everything in the air.

There is no panic at a loss, and there is no excitement of the master duel, the vicissitudes of life, sorrow and memories are in the eyes, and the corners of the mouth are a slight smile but it looks sad.

Lao Wang looked up at the blood-red cocoon that had become static in the air, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

"Boom~Click!" In the silent world, a miserable white lightning bolt pierced through the thick clouds, cut through the dead space, and slashed directly into the blood-colored cocoon.

Soon the cloud cave in the air was filled again, and thin rains fluttered, and fell to the ground into a stream of scarlet water with blood, and what came to the nose was not blood, but a cloudy fragrance that seemed to not tempt the appetite.

The Soul Refining Ding in the air no longer emitted purple and black smoke, and the blood-red cocoon peeled off little by little under the washing of the blood rain, and the wisps fell into the Soul Refining Ding.

With the finger of the man in red, the blood on the ground that had long been below his ankles actually began to roll, and then a pair of palms that were rotten and even some were only white bones stretched out of the ground, followed by arms, shoulders, and heads, and a dilapidated and incomplete human walking corpse crawled out of the ground, carrying blood, mud, and saprophytic white maggots, ignoring the flesh and skin that had fallen due to violent running, and pounced on the old king who was standing motionless.

Soon Lao Wang was submerged in the "crowd", there were too many of them, and they were pouring out continuously, not that Lao Wang didn't want to dodge the attacks of these dirty but poor "people", but there was nowhere to hide, the small valley was full of them, and even there were walking corpses on the ground with only half of their bodies crawling, and there was an unfathomable statue of Da Ding above his head, and there was no way to escape.

Thankfully, the walking corpse that climbed up first was quickly trampled into a pulp by the "crowd" that surged up behind, adding a few deep footprints to the blood.

Lao Wang's legs were firmly grasped by countless hands stretched out from the ground, and he climbed up little by little, knees, thighs, and shoulders, raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the blood and fine pieces of flesh fall on his face, and were washed down, countless hands, countless human figures, and countless teeth.

"Haha, haha, hahaha! Watch yourself being slowly torn apart and devoured! Struggle over and over again, tear apart over and over again, and suffer over and over again, until you become like them!Haha, life!hahahaha~" The man in red grabbed his hands to the sky, laughed loudly, and let the blood rain pour into his mouth, he was just laughing, venting the pain and madness in his heart.

It hurts, it hurts, the pieces of flesh and blood are bitten off, torn apart, swallowed, and finally even the skeleton with spotted tooth marks is torn and chewed, but Lao Wang's feeling is still so complete and even more sensitive, the cracking sound of the bones "clicking, clicking" and the chewing sound of "gurgling" filled the only remaining skull.

The last step finally came, the skull and half of the face that had been torn off mercilessly, and the red-white, slightly beating human brain seemed so delicious but pitiful to the broken people.

The brains exposed in the air are like delicious bean curd sprinkled with chili oil, which has been picked up and eaten up by rotten and dirty hands, and there is nothing left...

The "click" sound of the bare phalanges and the scratching of the inner skull was the final image for Du Kang, and then there was a blank, boundless death-like blank...