The sound disappears.

The light is gone.

The pervasive evil thoughts and coveted chuckles began to permeate the surroundings.

In the distance, Su Ding heard a nursery rhyme with a clear voice.

"I don't see each other as well as Huangquan.

Life is impermanent, life is impermanent, and there is no meeting on Huangquan Road.

It is impermanent, and life is empty, with how much blood and tears.

There are thousands of living beings, but all of them are unique to Huangquan.

Yellow spring tears, yellow spring tears.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone. ”

There is no resentment in every word of the nursery rhyme, but every word is full of resentment.

Grievances are entangled, become obsessions, obsessed for a long time, and countless souls.

Su Ding's eyes began to be confused.

He saw the road from afar, and the tall and majestic palace-like buildings on both sides lit up with countless lights.

Under the lights, countless people walked out of the building and walked blankly into the distance until the last moment of this life.

"The Evil Thought Space senses that the power of the Huangquan Heavenly Demon is eroding the host's spiritual will. ”

"The host already possesses some of the mystical spirituality of the Lord of Gray Mist, and the Lord of Gray Mist is not compatible with the Yellow Spring Heavenly Demon. ”

"The host is about to take a hit. ”

Hearing the hint in his heart, Su Ding suddenly came to his senses.

It's scary!

The nursery rhyme made people lose their sense of life, and he almost walked out with him.

I have some mystical spirituality of the Lord of the Grey Mist?

Su Ding was confused.

It's true that he absorbs the power of the gray mist, but that power is always just an external force, and using a little less is not his own strength, right?

Su looked at the Taiji diagram.

At first glance, I realized that there was a new change here.

On behalf of the corpse boss, the power is still entrenched in the largest area, and there is no response.

But the original power of the Lord of Gray Mist, the tentacles that expanded out were different from the past, one by one, the tentacles continued to expand and breathe, and with each rhythm, a little gray mist would emanate from the tentacles and then be absorbed by the Taiji Tu.

Su Ding instantly understood.

Does this mean that the power of the Grey Mist can be restored on its own?

Why is this happening?

Psychic cues!

Just now, Su Ding gave himself a spiritual hint, implying that he could see through the falsehood and see the truth clearly.

Could it be that the mysterious nature of the Lord of the Gray Mist is not only hidden and psychic suggested, but also a deeper understanding of the truth?

Su Ding didn't have time to think about this question.

The Taiji diagram began to spin wildly.

The Evil Thought Space said that the Yellow Spring Heavenly Demon was incompatible with the Lord of the Gray Mist, which meant that the power of the Yellow Spring could not be absorbed.

His greatest reliance is only ......

Su Ding gritted his teeth, opened his right hand, and shouted: "Gray Mist Boss, I will definitely learn the 'Five Rites' after I go back, please give me strength and instructions for the sake of me as a newcomer!"

He looked up and saw twelve flesh-and-blood souls standing in front of him.

After eighteen years of torture, they lived and died in this yellow spring of almost eternal night, and endured unimaginable suffering.

They are indignant!

They resent!

Why them?

Why can't you want to die, why can't you live if you want to?

Why was he brutally slaughtered by that man as a close relative?

They are not reconciled, they want to take revenge on all living people!

Twelve people walked slowly towards Su Ding.

They murmured.

"Fate!"

"Injustice!"

"Then!"

"Kill!"

The killing words shouted by the twelve people in unison produced the momentum of millions of people roaring.

The resentment they have accumulated is too heavy.

Su Ding looked at the small figure, and the woman who was subconsciously protecting Wei Qingyan even though her resentment had completely covered her reason.

Twelve figures rushed towards Su Ding.

Su Ding's right hand burst out with the power of gray mist.

In an instant, half of the gray mist power in the Taiji diagram was consumed.

The gray mist enveloped Su Ding, and then the color gradually faded and merged with the surrounding black fog.

Conceal!

Suddenly, Su Ding's trace was lost, and the twelve unjust souls let out a tyrannical roar.

They attack everything around them in a frenzy.

There is nowhere to vent their anger, and they want to destroy everything in front of them.

They are trapped in this house and can never leave.

Su Ding originally wanted to leave quietly and then find a way.

A steady footstep suddenly came from the second floor.

Su Ding's expression was solemn, he remembered well, and the footsteps seemed to be ...... Wei Tianyang!

An old man in a black robe came down from the second floor, with a scroll in his left hand.

On the right hand is a black and red lotus flower floating in the air.

Behind him is a girl.

It was as if she was being pulled by some kind of force, and although she struggled desperately, she had to follow it.

She is Wei Qingyan when she grows up.

The moment the twelve tyrannical souls saw the old man, they all let out a miserable cry and huddled together.

But seeing Wei Qingyan behind the old man, he seemed to still retain the last of his humanity, and rushed towards the old man frantically.

Wei Tianyang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the black and red lotus light in his right hand bloomed, and the light with a certain aura of corruption and pain shone on the twelve unjust souls, immediately making them wail and lose their ability to move.

Wei Tianyang sighed lightly: "Xiao Qingyan, this is your parents, your grandparents, your uncles and uncles, today our whole family is also together." ”

Wei Qingyan looked at the woman who was still protecting her little figure, and her tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

Wei Tianyang's voice was heroic: "As soon as today passes, the Huangquan diagram will be opened, and our Wei family will have the capital to become a noble." In the south of the Dragon Kingdom, we will become the first noble gatekeeper!"

Su Ding, who was wrapped in gray mist, angrily scolded Old Man Wei for being inhuman.

Just to get into the gate valve to kill all his relatives, what do you think?

Wei Tianyang sighed lightly: "Don't cry, the little golden dog that protected you should have died on the side of the road or had been completely dissipated." That kid is a good person, he is born with a little sense of mysterious spirituality, and he may be able to become a character in the future. If you have anything to say, just tell grandpa, time is running out. ”

Wei Qingyan was finally able to speak, and she looked at her grandfather who had always admired her with grief: "Why? Grandpa! Why do you do this?"

Wei Tianyang stretched out his hand to touch his granddaughter's face, but stopped again.

"Son, you don't understand. ”

"Twenty years ago, our Wei family guarded the southwest. A small southwestern country like Baiyue dares to invade our Dragon Country. Back then, from the imperial court to the locality, even including me, they regarded Baiyue as a clown who jumped off the beam. But no one believed that we had been locked up for too long and could not keep up with the outside world, and a small Baiyue actually wiped out our 200,000 border troops overnight. ”

"Your father and I escaped with more than a dozen personal soldiers, and none of the twenty-eight soldiers and hundreds of generals survived that night. Only I, the Governor of the Southwest, survived. ”

"Since then, I have learned that we often think of ourselves as a great country of the Celestial Empire, but in fact, the mystical spirituality we have mastered has fallen behind, none of the demon lords we worship have appeared at critical moments, and our machinery and equipment are not even comparable to such a small country. If it weren't for His Majesty's Praetorian Guard, half of the Dragon Kingdom would have fallen into the hands of a small border country like Baiyue.

Bai Yue saw that there was still a gap between them and the forbidden army of our Dragon Kingdom, and they reined in their minions and took the initiative to retreat at a critical time. No one believed what I had faced that night, and no one would listen to the arguments of a loser. ”

Wei Tianyang's expression gradually sobered up from his memories, and he said softly: "Only I know that for the sake of the 200,000 brothers who died in battle, for the future of the Dragon Kingdom, I must be in a high position, and I must make the people of the imperial court sober up, our Dragon Kingdom ...... Dangerous!"