The sky was crimson, and a huge black wind swirled over the distant horizon, and on the left bank of the wind was a folded sea of flowers.

Memories are replayed like rewinds, time buries the wasteland, and returns to that www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion.

So the memories sank, the cold and damp picture blew in the face like snowflakes, and a long time came from that vast wilderness, it was a time when it shone and trembled because of the glory of the great demon......

Dusty memories slowly but surely awaken......

Giaman stood blank, not knowing where he was, and when he woke up, he stood in this endless corridor covered with moss. And this corridor is deep, winding in the beige dim firelight embedded in the darkness of distant glaze.

The flames danced in the corridor, and the shadows of people lengthened and shortened in the quiet breathing. It doesn't seem to be a real space, like a dream, or a more illusory creation.

The young man born from the egg stood still for a moment, and in vain, a voice called shallow in the depths of the cloister, and it seemed to say 'Griffith, Griffith~~'

The voice seemed to have magical power, and Ji Aman's body walked down the corridor into the darkness under the pull of this unknown force-the old fur on the soles of his feet rubbed against the bluestone slabs, the flames jumped, and the figure was pulled long, and Ji Aman was dragged like a marionette and kept walking......

And when he looked up, the end of the passage was dark, and the thick ink of dead ink spread. As Ji Aman continued to go deeper, the murmur became clearer and more powerful, and he 'urged' Ji Aman to speed up his pace and run quickly.

Countless lamps greeted you, brushing them away, plunging into the darkness behind you. The mottled frescoes on both sides of the cloister and the patina statues on both sides of the cloister break into the field of vision with the footsteps in the gloom as far as the eye can see, and after a while, they leave with a bang, just like sitting on a high-speed train looking at the scenery outside the window, pulling out colorful lines.

Ji Aman's eyes widened, hundreds of images crowded, and a strong and wild and savage aura spread over the surface, making it impossible to breathe. The light and shadow flowed, and the murals and statues turned rapidly in the sound of hurried footsteps, carving deep marks on the retina of Jiaman.

And after a long time, Ji Aman realized that the mural and statue were actually an old notepad, carved with years and accumulated eras. On it is the story of the life of a giant beast that stands tall in the sky......

The beast's name was Griffith.

It was the most formidable, and it was accompanied by war, majesty, and glory. It is a king, who fights in the wilderness, and under the power of his power, the sighs and submissions of his enemies can be seen everywhere.

In the mural that unfolds with the light and shadow, there is a mountain of white bones that is heavily stacked. Sitting on the throne of the top of the bones, the king stared in silence. It had a pair of beautiful martin boots with pig iron embedded in the roots, red blood that had dripped, and had not yet dried.

But the strong have an end, the hero is late, and the beast finally 'died' under the attack of the other two powerful and alternative - the mural statue in front of him was instantly intense, countless red and yellow lines flew, and all kinds of monsters with wings and burning flames gathered and collided, blood, roars, cold light, and passing lives......

This was the end of the story, and Giaman's pupils were crowded with hues, silences, and roars, filling to the point of swelling, and then suddenly empty, and before he could react, he walked out of the corridor that was as long as time.

Behind the cloister is a deep square, the edges of the old buildings dotted with beige light, like distant flames in the season of first snow. A faint sadness echoed in the square, like an elegy. Gyaman was immersed in the magnificent frescoes in the cloister, and he couldn't believe that the mighty beast had fallen.

Then he walked into the plaza and turned the hallway, where he was greeted by the huge beast that stood above the sky and was in tatters.

What a magnificent beast it was, entrenched in the middle of the square, spanning half a kilometer from east to west. It was huge and majestic, every trace of texture was exquisite, and every inch of skin was covered with gunsmoke.

Giaman stepped forward quickly, greedily caressing the beast's tattered skin, sorrow and hesitation burst like a flood in this moment, and the indifferent cause and effect outlined the deepest longing of the heart in time.

So he suddenly woke up, and all the cause and effect and memories were condensed in a certain point in time, and suddenly exploded, making a crisp sound of 'waves'......

It turned out that the beast was Giamun's previous life, and his name was Griffith.

It was born on the banks of the Intafar River on the left bank of the world, and is a causal beast that controls cause and effect and is bound to cause and effect, and is one of the top demons of the Gulun era.

Griffith should have been wiped out after the fall, but the glory of the demon's power and the accumulation of tens of millions of years allowed him to cross the cycle of life and death and give birth to Ji Aman.

It turns out that Griffith had planted a grain of cause and effect in the case of Rotodil's 35th egg, hidden it in the troposphere of time, and one day, banished it from the planes.

Perhaps the most polluting thing in this world is time, and the second is the cause and effect of Griffith, the beast of cause and effect. After Griffith's fall, thousands of years later, the child egg that had been planted by him was finally completely polluted and became his doppelganger. With the power of the child egg that stands in the depths of the netherworld, Griffith resurrects and completes his rebirth, and he is the boy here, Giaman.

Speaking of Rotodil's children's eggs, we have to mention his 'biological mother' Rotodil.

Because he was born in the void, destroyed by ** and confused, the great demon Rotodil will change his form 50 times in his life and interbreed with creatures of different kinds and races, and then give birth to children to comfort the void.

And the eggs laid by Rotodil have become the largest 'slot machine' in the universe, because the children born from this eggshell are strange, good and bad, there are treasures of heaven and earth, there are poultry and livestock, there are grass, trees, insects, fish, chickens, tiles, dogs, and there are also people who are born with great demons.

This nature of Rotodil's child egg is doomed to his premature death, he is a veritable 'golden egg' in the eyes of the strong people of all parties, and there are unknown surprises hidden in it, and it is natural to be concerned about it.

However, the children who have broken out of their shells in the long river of time have many wonderful and gorgeous creatures - those who are born as big demons, those who stand on the top of the pyramid, like floating lights, born in the void, blooming in the void, and flowing for a long time.

Griffith's egg was obtained when he was in the prime of life, and he used the unique talent of the causal beast to parasitize and plant, and then took advantage of his fall to be promoted to his doppelganger.

It is rare in the entire universe to be able to parasitize the child's egg to the doppelganger Cheng Dù, like Griffith. This is not because Griffith is strong and unrivaled, but because of his unique racial advantage: the executor of cause and effect, the causal beast.

Sending a child egg into a doppelganger will certainly give Griffith an extra life, and even if the species born in the child egg is an innate demon, Griffith will ascend to the sky in one step, and he will soon be able to restore his power in his heyday.

However, the probability of this kind of thing is not large, throughout history, from the time of the flood, the big demons who came out of the golden eggs were only one slap, and the probability was extremely low.

From the moment his memory awakened, Griffith 'scanned' the attributes of this clone, and his powerful causal power reversed the time in his memory and instantly swept away the first half of his life.

"What a terrible body."

Griffith touched his forehead, his voice unslowing.

"Bad life." He added.

The shadow of the raised left hand slowly climbed up the lower left side of the demon's cheek in the light. It's a pity that the doppelganger born from Rotodil's child egg is not a big demon, but just a humanoid creature with a congenital deficiency of strictness, and it will take a lot of time and effort to restore the power of the previous vertical and horizontal universe.

But at this point, there is nothing to complain about.

Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, the body born from Rotodil's egg is not useless, and there seems to be a strange power sleeping in Giaman's body, and even Griffith, who is a causal beast, cannot see the ins and outs of it. The big demon guessed that it might come from the 'bloodline' of the big demon Rotodil.

However, Griffith is also a big demon, and the essence of his power is different from that of Rotodil, and the bloodline of Jiaman's body may be undesirable for ordinary people, but it is useless for Griffith, and the 'bloodline' is really thin.

In fact, Ji Aman's physical condition is very bad, and even the average level of normal humans in this backward world is insufficient, which is extremely abnormal for a son of a great demon.

Griffith once suspected that Ji Aman had some kind of hidden bloodline, but after repeated sweeps of its powerful spiritual power, except for the vague 'blood power', Ji Aman's body born from a child was nothing.

Tiger fathers have dogs, and even the strongest hens have rotten eggs.

Griffith sighed silently at his bad luck, but for the former demon Griffith, rotten eggs are not impossible, but they are only 'slightly' troublesome.

In order to survive and even regain the glory of his previous life, Griffith decided to weave a brilliant future for this 'rotten egg'.

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