Due to the lack of more information that could form a connection, Tang Jian could not accurately determine the source of the danger even if he used various hexagrams to divinate and calculate the hexagram again.

But that kind of warning sign was born twice in a row, and he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

"It can be determined that the danger does not come from the outside world, but from a small ancient world. Since the hexagram can't be calculated, then look for the anomaly with the boundary center covering. ”

Tang Jian was extremely vigilant, and immediately began to cover the entire Desolate Ancient World, including the Heavenly Realm and the Underworld, including the Misty Land, all within his observation range.

Upon such close probing, he did find something out of the ordinary.

For example, many of the creatures that first entered the Mists have died inexplicably.

There are still many who are not dead, and they are basically all crazy and twisted, becoming twisted and dark beings wandering in the fog.

They are full of weirdness, and it seems that they have evolved into another special life species because of their survival in the Misty Land for nearly a hundred years, which can enter the strange state of atomization at any time and create all kinds of special illusions.

Creatures in this form eventually became a nightmare for the creatures that followed the Misty Lands.

As a direct result, many of the creatures that entered later went crazy, died, or became one of their kind.

Gradually, this kind of beings wandering in the fog are called "Lost Souls" by the survivors of the Mistlands—a group of spiritually fallen and turbid beings.

"Could it be that the source of the crisis is the Misty Lands?

Tang Jian was surprised and surprised.

Recently, his main focus has been on the three vassal worlds and the Golden Crow, and he has not paid attention to the Mist Lands.

But he didn't expect that after nearly a hundred years of development, such an unexpected change had taken place in the Land of Mists.

"Is this an unexpected surprise to me? Is there any difference in the mountain fog in my eyes?

Why did it cause these creatures to go crazy and change into soulless beings?"

Although Tang Jian had also observed many creatures in the Mist Lands at the beginning, due to the different living environments, their psychology was dark and distorted, but it was surprising that they could evolve to the stage of the Lost Soul and have more special abilities.

Tang Jian suddenly discovered.

In the depths of the Mist Lands, where a group of soulless people gathered, there were even boxy high-rise houses, and even on some houses and the ground, there were some crooked characters.

The moment he saw those boxy characters, Tang Jian's whole person was a little stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

"That's the Chinese text of the world before I crossed over. It's my native language. How did these soulless people come up with these words?"

Tang Jian's hair stood on his body, and he was even more sure of the source of the danger, which was probably the Land of Mist.

Two successive warning reminders are most likely caused by these anomalies in the Mistlands.

Because these changes were completely unexpected by him, and they were not expected to develop.

It was a complete accident, a shock rather than a surprise.

But at the same time, Tang Jian had an unrealistic idea in his heart - could it be that the small world had begun to involve the mystery of his crossing?

And at this time, these unexpected anomalies are some revelations that naturally flow?

Tang Jian couldn't calm down, and immediately flew out of the dimensional space, entered the state of the phantom true body, and flew towards the gathering place of the group of soulless people in the Mist Land.

At this moment, he lost the mentality of the creation god game world and became an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was just a little handsome Tang Jian.

He wanted to figure out the puzzles he had traveled through and find a way back to the world he had been.

He wanted to figure out why these soulless people knew the Chinese words, and why they knew how to build rough houses that were boxy and like the modern buildings that had come before the time-travel.

"These soulless people were once natives, so how could they have anything to do with the world before I traveled through......?"

Tang Jian left with hope and vigilance.

Meanwhile.

The ancient world, the human world, the eastern world.

It's like a steamer land, and sometimes you can hear the unpleasant and unpleasant "ah" and "ah" sounds.

The blazing light rendered everything white and bright, and the terrifying heat made every stone, every piece of sand, seem to be breathing.

In the atmosphere of transpiration, suffocation, fierceness, and stuffiness, a will that has been lurking and always paying attention to the movement of the dimensional space gradually awakens.

It had sensed that the being who dominated the world had gone in another direction, and the threat posed to it had diminished.

It's a very good time, and it's fleeting.

The faint resentment of heaven and earth gradually gathered, and it was rich.

Everything happened quietly and unnoticed.

On the huge Fusang tree, Jin Wu Dijun was expressionless, staring coldly at the nine children who were frolicking in the desert in the distance.

The twisted air shook before His eyes.

He felt agitated, disgusted, bored, and frenzied, and his golden eyes were blinded with a restless scarlet.

For some reason, He is now becoming more and less impatient and easily irritable.

Even yesterday, I devoured a demon king who came to pay tribute in the scorching heat.

Afterwards, He repented of it.

It's not like His character.

Despite his cruelty, ruthlessness, ruthlessness, and greed, he considered himself a good leader and would not easily devour his right-hand men who could form a helping hand.

Now thinking of the anomaly of this time, he felt even more anxious, and his scarlet eyes couldn't help but sweep to the east, the East China Sea Ocean covered by a blue veil.

"Eleven years, a full eleven years have passed.

The long night has not yet fallen.

Bendi and these children have never been able to leave the east for a single step, and the path of Bendi to condense the emperor's seal has been blocked in this way...... Bendi is unwilling!"

He is unwilling, He resents.

If it hadn't been for the obstruction of the Green Emperor, he would have rushed into the world eleven years ago, returning to the way he used to act as a fearful evil god.

He will lead the ten children to spread the power of fear, and then use the general trend of the demon clan and the power of the ten sons of fear to condense the mark of the emperor, take the head of the emperor, and dominate the world.

When that step is reached, the long night will also fall.

At that time, they will return to the path of righteousness, turn from evil to good, spread light and heat for the world, reverse the image, and completely settle down in the long night, so as not to attract the attention of the desolate lord.

It would have been a perfect blueprint.

"Now, all the grand plans of this emperor have been suppressed by the Qing Emperor, why?

He was once able to be the emperor, why can't this emperor!?"

Emperor Jinwu's handsome and golden eyes completely surged into a scarlet and crazy color, and unconsciously, endless resentment also erupted from all directions and even in his body, causing the golden fire light of his whole body to suddenly dim, transitioning to purple and black.

"Bendi is unwilling!!"

The golden crow soared into the air, letting out a high-pitched roar of resentment that almost lost his mind, and the golden feathers were actually dim and fell off, and the body that was originally as golden as the blazing sun also became purple and black, stiff, and even cracked and leaked yellow-green pus.

"Father!"

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

The nine-headed little golden crows frolicking in the desert were all shocked, and they all flapped their wings and flew towards Di Jun.

However, the closer they got to the emperors, their golden eyes like flames gradually became scarlet and full of resentment.

Di Jun was startled, the scarlet in his eyes couldn't help but fade a little, he regained consciousness, and when he saw his own transformation, he was stunned and frightened, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, a stronger resentment burst out from the bottom of my heart, as if a devilish voice was muttering as if it was tempting and seducing.

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Don't you want to be stronger?"

"Don't you want to go back to the heavens?"

"Revenge, Becoming Stronger......"

Di Jun's eyes were scarlet and resentful again, he turned his head stiffly, his neck turned almost 180 degrees, and his scarlet eyes locked on the nine-headed flying little golden crow.

"Children, return your power to your father!"

It was extremely cold and cold, and it suddenly drowned the nine-headed little golden crow.

The entire eastern land is centered on giant hibiscus trees, and the temperature begins to plummet dramatically.

Nine terrible and vicious screams resounded in the sky.

In the eastern sky, the light suddenly dimmed, and there was a shocking change.

At this time, Tang Jian, who was in the land of mist, was separated by mist, and his mind was completely focused on a group of soulless people, but he was not aware of the sudden shocking changes in the eastern land.

He was in the Soul Lost Gathering Area, carefully observing the dozens of Soul Lost who had been taken under control and the surrounding buildings that were very small to him.

He found that the buildings built by the Lost Souls were indeed very similar to the style of the world before he traveled through them.

However, the tallest building is only eight floors, and it is very crudely built, and if it is inhabited, it is likely to collapse.

In addition to the tall buildings, you can also see the vertical and horizontal streets, buildings that resemble bridges or iron towers.

Those familiar Chinese characters are carved on the surface of some buildings.

Among them, a few crooked and slanted words, put together, are "hair run" and other words.

Look at these words the other way around......

RT-Mart ...... Isn't that a supermarket? What kind of painting is this? Hell!"

Tang Jian was a little messy in the wind, looking at the building that looked like a supermarket with a cross-sectional area of relatively small people, and was speechless for a while.

He was more curious about how the Lost Souls knew about the buildings and the words, and what their intentions were for constructing them.

Delve into the depths of the memories of soulless people with the heart of the realm.

Tang Jian's expression gradually became strange and solemn.

In the depths of each soulless' memory, he saw a different but very familiar picture.

It was clearly the picture of the world before he crossed over.

Familiar streets, vague characters, etc., all come to mind of one lost soul.

He also saw the state of a lost soul's memory as he woke up.

He was a young hunter in the tribe at the time, and the people of the tribe carried torches in search of prey in the fog.

The leading hunter once reminded the other party, "We are walking on the edge of the abyss, and we must be careful every step of the way."

We must always walk in the light of fire, even if it is hunting.

Don't let the fire go out!

Otherwise, you will be lost in the fog.

If you hear any sound, whisper, be vigilant, and never look into the depths of the fog and darkness......"

The other party once asked, "What exists in the depths of the mist?"

The head hunter replied solemnly, "The predecessors have raised suspicions, and in the depths of the fog, there is the dream of the desolate gods, a bizarre and absurd dream.

Anyone who comes into contact with that dream is crazy, twisted, mutated, disappeared in the depths of the mist, became a lost soul, lost his soul ever since, and disappeared in the dream of Aragami ever since......"

"Aragami? Isn't that me?

My dreams?"

Tang Jian withdrew from the state of exploration, his expression shocked and absurd, "It turned out to be my dream...... Led to the birth of these lost souls? led to the weirdness of the Misty Lands?"

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