The figures that appeared in the black haze were expressionless, and their eyes were empty, as if their souls had been drained. In the ruined temple www.biquge.info something was pulling them, wandering towards the ruined temple one by one.

Tang Que looked at these figures and muttered to himself, "Who am I?" Who are you? Where are you going? Where is this again? ”

The smile in the demonic man's eyes was even worse, and he said to Tang Que: "It's almost there, let's go, let's go." Soon we will be free. ”

"Relief?!" Tang Que looked at the gray sky and was silent for a while.

The strange man said lightly: "Look, where is it, where is your fate, your destination, your bliss of death!" ”

Tang Que followed the guidance of the demonic man and looked into the dilapidated temple, which was filled with black fog, making it difficult to see it.

And the demonic man's words were full of bewitchment, as if he could capture Tang Que's heart, so that Tang Que involuntarily followed behind the demonic man and walked into the dilapidated temple.

Tang Que followed the figure of the demonic man, and finally slowly walked into the dilapidated temple. The temple seems to have existed for countless years, and the temple is very wide.

And in the corners of the temple there are shrines one after another, layer after layer densely packed everywhere. In the shrine, there are thousands of strange statues of gods, which look different forms and lifelike.

These strange statues in the shrine are more like a humanoid puppet, including men and women, old and young, standing in this dense shrine, like all beings in the world, indescribably weird.

Among the dolls in the shrine are handsome and dashing scholars, obscene hawkers, burly and tall men, and graceful women.

The dolls in the temple closed their eyes as if they were sleeping. They are the creatures of this strange space, the masters of this place, enjoying the strange aura that emanates from the space, making these dolls look like they are alive.

Entering the dilapidated temple, surrounded by layers of shrines and puppets, there is a wide open space, and in the open space there is a black pool of several zhang in size. This waterhole is several zhang in size, and the water is extremely dark, and the figure of people can be clearly reflected in the pool. This jet-black waterhole seems to have infinite magic, attracting the wandering figures that appear in this space to approach the waterhole.

Tang Que's eyes were hollow, and he looked at the puppets in the dilapidated temple with some obsession. And a walking thin figure passed by Tang Que and slowly walked in front of the black pool.

The thin figure, as if he could hear the call in the pool, slowly sat on the stone steps next to the pool, looking at the dark pool, showing a stupid smile.

Suddenly, the figure by the pond, his eyes widened, and a cry from the depths of his soul came out of his mouth, which was extremely poignant. The emaciated figure finally seemed to be relieved, and fell to the ground in front of the pool, turning into a thick puff of black smoke and being sucked into the black pool.

The ghost-like figures that appeared around the ruined temple came to the black pool one after another, and they sat or knelt in front of the black pool, looking at their own figures in the pool.

These wandering figures looked at the waterhole and finally had emotions. Some of them laughed merrily, some cried, and some sang indulgently, but none of them were exceptions, and one by one their bodies turned into puffs of black smoke, swallowed up by the black pool.

The strange man stood in front of the black pool, showed a mysterious smile, and beckoned to Tang Que.

Tang Que slowly walked to the front of the black pool, and asked fearlessly: "What kind of pool is this, where did they go?" ”

Tang Que looked at the figure of the waterhole and cried, and muttered, "Why are you crying?" ”

Another laughing figure threw himself into the pool. "Why are you laughing?"

The demonic man looked at Tang Que's confusion, and said bewildermently: "This is the Phantom Demon Pool, they all dedicated themselves to the Phantom Demon, and they were reborn and liberated." ”

"Come on, come here, you will soon be liberated, don't you want to know who you are? Here's the answer, you can see your past and present lives, what you love and think, but in the end, everything you have will be dedicated to the illusion. ”

In the bewitching words of the demonic man, Tang Que slowly approached the phantom pond, the corner of the demonic man's mouth showed a subtle smile, and a voice in his heart sneered and said secretly: "Dedicated to the illusion demon, it's a hundred." In front of the Immortal Illusion Demon Dao, everyone is an ant, hmph, in the Illusion Demon Space, no one can escape the Illusion Demon's life. ”

Tang Que walked in front of the Phantom Demon Pond and slowly looked at the dark and lovely pool. A clear-eyed face appeared in the pool, looking a little indifferent.

The wooden face in the pool water suddenly said lightly: "Who are you?" ”

Tang Que's eyes showed a trace of confusion, his brows were furrowed, but there was an endless fog in front of him, Tang Que muttered: "Who am I?!" Who am I?! There was a faint picture flashing in his mind, Qiongtai Yuyu, a majestic man holding a woman's body, looking up to the sky and roaring.

There were tears flashing in Tang Que's eyes, and in the opening and closing, a faint golden glow flashed faintly.

"It's been too long to remember." Tang Que looked at the black pool with a slight vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, the black pool shook, and at this time, a majestic face appeared in the pool, which looked young but full of vicissitudes. As soon as this face appeared, the black pool of water seemed to be overwhelmed and shook violently.

With the violent shaking of the black pool, the black pool water continued to emerge from it and flow everywhere. Underneath the black pool, it seems that there is something hidden, and whenever it overflows from the pool and flows around, it will make the black pool water surge.

And as the black pool overflowed, the surrounding space and the huge temple also shook violently. The black mist in the entire space then tumbled violently, as if it was struggling in pain.

The countless statues and puppets in the dense shrines in the dilapidated temples were also shaking, and cracks appeared one after another.

The demonic man's face changed color suddenly, he didn't know what abnormal changes had occurred in the water of this illusion pool, but he made such a big movement, and many of the gods in the illusion hall had cracks, which made him feel extremely frightened in his heart.

Tang Que closed his eyes in front of the Illusory Demon Pool, and there was a faint sense of desolation that the past could not be looked back on. "It's been too long, it's been too long, no, it seems like it was just yesterday, and it's like ......" (To be continued.) )