It's a magical space, with no direction, no round place. It's like being in the depths of the universe, and there are no stars.

It is dominated by black, like no day, only night, no blue sky, and no green mountains and green waters.

It is lonely, with the sound of water flowing slowly, but there is no river to be seen. Accompanied by the rhythmic whirring of the wind, it seems that countless creatures are sleeping, exhaling. Occasionally, there was a "bang, bang, bang" collision sound, and the source of the sound was just two pitch blacks, but in an instant, there was a flash of red or green light, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

There are countless black creatures, like fish in the sea, floating and sinking from side to side, and the occasional collision may be their only intersection. It's just that no matter how much they float, they will avoid two places. A huge dark green light cluster, a golden light cluster. They are in a straight line, but they are far apart, they have never moved, and they have endured forever.

A huge and flat continent could be faintly seen in the middle of the dark green light cluster, which looked deep and terrifying under the dark green light cluster. This dark green light cluster is more like a round dark green shroud, enveloping the continent in the middle.

The continent is cut in half by a sword-like river, with only a narrow wooden bridge connecting the banks.

The two sides of the strait are very different, there are ten cities on one side in a straight line, and there are still patrolling Yin soldiers and ghost generals everywhere, and there are also wrong figures between the cities, but these people do not have a trace of shadow in the dim green light. The whole city was also as quiet as a tomb, and even if someone looked like they were talking face-to-face, there was not the slightest sound coming out.

On the other side, starting from the bridge, the flow of people formed a long line, spreading into the endless distance, next to the scarlet flowers of the other side. The flow of people in the queue looks much thinner than that of people in the city, and the color of the pupils is even more different. The more you look at the thick figure in the city, the more green the pupils become, as if two thick ghost fires are beating in it. The flow of people in the queue is not only thin, but even the pupils are only a godless white, as if a gust of wind blows, they will drift away with the wind.

The scarlet flower seems to be laughing at the weakness of the flow of people. From time to time, there are hurried footsteps or buzzing sounds in the sea of flowers, and every time at this time, the sea of flowers will burst out of the black shadow and jump up, jumping from one end to the other, if there are no guards in armor around them, there will be a few figures that disappear with them. But the flow of people was still numb, and the neat line slowly walked towards the bridge.

There is an earthen platform on the side of the bridge, and there is a pavilion standing on the earthen platform, and there is a plaque in the pavilion, named Meng Po. The figures inside were all dressed in black robes, and only their faces were faintly exposed, and only the pupils like black flames could be clearly seen. The chest is slightly raised, and it is obvious that they are all women.

They carried the stone bowl in their hands, and the lucky ones who walked from the bridge to the other side would be selected, and mechanically put the stone bowl to their mouths, and there was only a drop of blue-green water with cold air in the bowl.

The lucky one who drinks the droplet, the miserable white beating in the pupils will be mixed with some green, and the godless gaze will also have a wisp of life.

The lucky ones who can cross the bridge safely will be led directly by the soldiers stationed on the other side of the bridge, and they will be greeted with a new life. has nothing to do with the previous life, and even sees the light of day.

Those who have not drunk the soup will have difficulty walking on the bridge, some will just step on the bridge and disappear under the fleeting light of a boulder next to the bridge, some are still one step away from reaching the other side, and some figures can cross the entire bridge.

When they cross, black-robed soldiers will come forward to greet them, and their white and godless pupils will be full of agility and vitality after crossing the bridge, a few will choose to follow the soldiers away, and most will disappear in the golden light.

It's just that there is only one person in ten thousand who can cross the bridge. Most of them were not simple characters during their lifetimes.

Life is also a masterpiece, and death is also a ghost.

......

Compared to the continent shrouded in this dark green light curtain, the golden light cluster was very peculiar and monotonous in this dark world.

If the dark green light cluster still had a floating sleeping creature crashing into it from time to time, and the stalemate would have caused ripples for a moment before being ruthlessly pushed away.

The golden light that was so golden that it didn't even emit that those sleeping creatures dared to touch.

If the dark green light represents hell, then the golden light represents heaven.

Perhaps in the inertia of those sleeping creatures, everything is reversed.

The golden light was out of place in the dark world.

The golden light cluster is not large, not even as good as one billionth of a dark green, and the thing it wraps is very simple, a temple that emits golden light, and the plaque only has a simple but demonic word "reincarnation".

There is no statue of the Buddha in the temple, and there are no superfluous ornaments.

It's just that there is a stove in the middle of the wide temple, and no incense is burned.

But there was a flame burning underneath, and the flame was golden, and in the temple where the golden rays were emitted, it seemed to merge into one.

It was only the black that twisted from time to time under the furnace that I could feel the presence of the flames and see its high temperature—the space was burned to pieces.

In front of the stove sat a teenager cross-legged.

The young man looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white face and red lips, and his hair was neatly draped behind his head, hanging down on the ground and scattered all over the ground.

The young man's eyes were closed, his lips were slightly open, and his voice was crisp, "Om Ma Ma Mi

Word by word, the words are clear, like a babbling baby whispering, and like an old monk in his seventies and eighties chanting scriptures.

Except for the slightly open mouth, only his right hand moved, tapping the old wooden fish, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound.

The sandalwood on the young man's body permeated the entire temple, and compared with the old monk who had recited the scriptures all his life, there was a little more strange smell, and it could penetrate into people's hearts and spleens.

It was as if sitting next to him made you feel quiet, peaceful, and empty.

The golden temple shines on the darkness of this world. The crisp and rhythmic tone of the wooden fish seems to guide the way back for the lost.

......

The boy still sat in the same position as before, sitting cross-legged in the center of the temple in the same position. It's just that the hair scattered on the ground seems to be longer.

The golden flame under the furnace, no wood still burning, like a divine fire that will never be extinguished.

The crisp and rhythmic sound of the wooden fish still resounded in the temple.

It's like a painting, eternally frozen here.

I don't know how long it has been.

In this world without the sun and the moon, there is no concept of time at all.

The boy was still the same as before, except that his hair seemed to be longer than before.

Suddenly there was a "click" sound in the still stove, and the sound was harsh and long.

The boy's closed eyes opened violently, and his right hand hung in the air and stopped knocking on the wooden fish. The dark pupils flickered with the indifference of seeing through the vanity of the world, and the vicissitudes of life were like the heart of a child.

The "click" sound was still ringing, as if a world was being slowly torn in half by a powerful force.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a blink of an eye, and it seemed like thousands of years had passed, and the "click" sound finally stopped.

The lid of the stove was lifted by a wave of heat, and it fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, followed by a sound of breaking the air.

A drop of blue liquid flew out of the furnace, with a fragrance, with a wave of heat, and drove through the temple gate and departed into the distance.

The young man sat cross-legged and didn't stand up, even if the things in his stove flew away, there was no ripple in the depths of his pupils, just watched the blue liquid fly away, and then slowly closed the black pupils that opened his eyes, and the crisp wooden fish voice sounded unhurriedly, accompanied by a soft murmur, "Half a drop of yin blood......

There is also the sound of the stove lid being lifted from the ground by a strange force, and the sound of "clang" back on the stove.

The golden flame has not been extinguished, and the stove is still baking......

......

The blue blood tumbled and flew away from the temple, out of the golden light.

With a wave of rolling heat swept through the places it passed.

Some black floating creatures burned some of their bodies red at the slightest touch of heat, and the black-red liquid tumbled out of them with an unpleasant stench.

A roar followed, and a pair of scarlet and emotionless pupils slowly opened.

The last image in their field of vision was a drop of blue blood, slicing through the sky and disappearing with a few black fragments, as if a bullet had been shot into another space.

You can faintly see through the slowly closing black fist-sized hole - a colorful continent.

The continent stretches, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and countless cities are dotted among them.

Some people are flying in the sky, there are wide suburbs where people from both sides are fighting fiercely, and there are young people who carry long swords and travel far away to dream of becoming famous in the rivers and lakes.

The continent is boundless, there are stars shining overhead, and some people use the stars as weapons to achieve supreme prestige.

Most of the stars are far away from the main continent. The nearest is a blue planet that shows its own unique style in the headspace in the middle of the continent.

Many people know it, it is not a simple planet, but a Noah's Ark built by the power of the human race when it was in danger, named - Earth.

It was at the beginning of the communication of the Three Realms, and the Emperor of the Underworld was sharpening his sword and preparing to conquer this territory that had only appeared in their field of vision.

"Destroy the world, conquer the heavens, and establish an immortal dynasty. The slogan resounded throughout the Three Realms.

Contrary to his wishes, the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Realm rose in danger, and the two powers competed, but the world suffered.

At that time, the earth carried hope, ready to leave this main continent with the Terran fire and go to the interstellar depths. Like the Heavenly Demon clan who left in ancient times, they lingered in the depths of the stars.

At that time, the main continent, the two races of human and demon, the two realms of good and demon, joined hands to resist the enemy.

Now, the War of the Three Realms has long ceased under the checks and balances of the three super powers.

But the three supremes have long since gone with their former heroes, and no one knows where they went.

100 million years is fine, but it has been a billion years since it was far away from the powers.

The Three Realms have entered a new round of reshuffle, and everyone wants to become a hegemon and dominate the world.

Now, the Three Realms are interconnected, who remembers the former alliance of friends and foes?

Nowadays, the human race in the main continent of the world is powerful, occupying seven or eight out of ten of the continent, but there is endless internal fighting.

Someone sighed:

"The Northern Ice Demons, the Totem Forest, the Southern Fire Zen Buddha, the Miao Jiang Faith, the Xijin Gods, the Dark Country, the East Wood Immortal Country, the Demon Wilderness, the Great Qin of Middle Earth, the Imperial City is majestic. ”

The five kingdoms are full of heroes, and the sun, moon and stars can be picked up, and the underworld can be crossed. The earth is already the belief of the human race, and countless forces are eyeing it, all of them want to sit on the earth and become the orthodoxy of the human race.

But no one noticed that a drop of blue blood appeared strangely above the earth, slowly burrowed into the earth, drilled into the thousands of spaces it contained, and disappeared.

The earth is not simply a planet, it was created by countless top refiners at the time, carrying the resources of the entire human race, which is both a weapon and an ark, and it is wrapped in countless spaces of different sizes.

Two of them are the most expansive, one starry sky and one ten states. The starry sky is at the bottom of countless spaces, and the ten states are at the top. Such as the earth and the sky.

The blue blood cut through the protective layer and entered the chaotic space of the earth.

With boundless divine power, it cut through space and appeared in a dark space.

This space is huge, and there are forty-nine continents of various sizes floating in it.

If you look down from above, these continents seem to be arranged according to a certain pattern, but they seem to be missing a corner.

Blue blood sliced through the sky, rippled in the gray space, and fell on one of the continents.

This continent is called "Nangong", which is a continent dominated by human races, and it is rumored that the surname of the lord is "Nangong".

It's just a coincidence that when the blue blood landed, the young lord of this continent who had risen in just a few decades had to soar even if he had spent years waiting for his daughter's growth, and he didn't even see his grandson.

Blue Blood didn't care about that, even if the lord was on this continent now, he wouldn't find even a trace of it.

It dripped straight down from top to bottom on the corner of the mouth of a critically injured pregnant woman who had fainted on the edge of the continent.

The woman was lying on the flat place of the dense forest, and there were two bottomless knife holes in her bulging pregnant belly, and fresh blood was still bubbling out, and the blood was boiling like fire and cold.

The two opposing attributes come together perfectly.

Even in a coma, the woman kept her hands firmly attached to the wound, subconsciously holding her pregnant belly, and there was a trace of sadness on her face.

mourns that his strength is not strong, and he can only sit back and watch his child die.

hurt your own children, and they died before they saw this colorful world, even if they didn't even care if their lives were being lost.

Where the woman fainted, there were still fights and shouts not far away.

A strong, bronzed-skinned man was covered in blood, but he was still fighting against four men in black with knives.

The strong man's face is full of sadness, and it is all a life-for-life style of play.

He was already a step stronger, and with his bare hands, he relied on a will to die, pressing the four people to fight, and his fists were like tigers tearing at the enemy in front of him with brownish and golden light.

The five people who fought fiercely didn't notice it, and not far away, a drop of blue blood with a fragrant aroma slowly flowed into the corner of the mouth of the handsome woman who was unconscious.

The injuries on her body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stillborn fetus, which was no longer alive, began to beat slowly, gradually gaining strength, as if a peerless beast was slowly opening its eyes to peek into the demeanor of this world.