The boundless black shadow crushed the stars, and this phenomenon was simply incomprehensible. They seemed to be the birthplace of that insidious fear, and Twelve fell into the abyss at a glance, coexisting with the unimaginably twisted and indescribable.

"There can't be such a thing!" subconsciously, the twelve hearts resisted, disgusted from the depths of their souls by such distorted things, they should not exist at all.

On the stage, the boundless flames gathered, as if they were about to rush into the sky as soon as they were given an order.

Twelve didn't want to look at the enemy army in the distance and the dark shadow in the sky, and the nonsensical fear in his heart was difficult to resist.

Let's go on stage, the twelve hearts say, and then turn back. After fifty steps, there were some messages on the steps one after another, to the effect that they had cultivated hard and had the honor to be on stage, bringing a lot of rumors.

Twelve wondered, what was that? However, the black fog is no longer there, and no one will answer his questions.

After the seventy steps, there are fewer messages.

On the seventy-fifth step, a monk named Jue called himself a swordsman, and his name was engraved on the steps, but it was engraved in flames, not a golden mark.

Eighty steps, a monk named Chang, left his name on Yan and drew a sword shadow, which seemed to indicate that he was a swordsman.

Ninety steps, the message is too eye-catching, the pitch-black handwriting swallows everything, and even the Yan next to the handwriting is polluted. I saw it written.

The Demon Emperor took the stage, stopped at ninety, and still had some strength left.

The handwriting is written on the steps, and the endless years of the past do not dissipate. Demon Emperor Twelve was not interested, and when he saw the pitch-black handwriting, he consciously avoided it and continued to climb the ladder.

Determined to be offstage, the last order, the ninety-ninth order. Twelve stood on top of it, suddenly unable to see clearly, an invisible force enveloping him.

He heard someone whispering.

"Changsheng, what are they?" the woman's voice was like a spring tinkling, gentle with worry.

"They are fear, they are anger, they are sin. I'm right there with you, don't be afraid, I'll protect you. The man said softly.

The voice came from the Determination Stand. Are the two of them talking? Twelve was surprised, could it still be in the world after all this time.

But Twelve found that a divine white light bloomed from the stage of determination in front of him, so that the pair would not be seen by Twelve.

Twelve lowered his head, only to see that on the ninety-nine steps, there was a carved sentence: "The fairy knife is here for a visit." Twelve was amazed, and this sentence was deeply engraved on the steps, which was very different from the other name-keepers.

Can I be named, too?" Twelve asked himself, and he reached out, only to find that he couldn't penetrate the turquoise flame. It seems that many people want to leave a name but can't do anything, Twelve doesn't feel that he is very special, I believe that many people are like him, they can be on stage, but they can't leave a name.

"Changsheng, where are we going?" the crisp and gentle female voice asked.

"Go to the place where dreams return, go to the other side of the sea of promises, go to the future. The man replied.

"Will you come with me?" Twelve didn't know why, and the female voice choked up.

"Yes, wait for me. The man replied gently.

"Promise me you won't die. ”

The white light suddenly gathered, and Twelve could finally see the scene on the stage.

A heavenly gate opened, and god-like people in white dresses stood by the door.

The woman was gone, except for the man with his back to Twelve.

I saw him stretch out his right index finger and sacrifice a drop of bright red and shiny blood, which fell into the silver cup in front of the gods.

The gods drank it all, and then the gates of heaven closed, and the divine white light dissipated from heaven and earth.

The man turned around, he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but the expression in the corners of his eyes was still gentle. He clenched his fists and swelled, the thin line linking him to the flaming sky suddenly as thick as a mountain.

"I'm immortal!" the man said abruptly. In an instant, his aura appeared in the sky and became everywhere.

The man became this flaming sky.