In the town of Black Valley, there is a strange incident.

When people woke up the next day, they found out that Monet had disappeared en masse, and people were panicked for a while.

Overnight

More than a third of the population of Black Valley has disappeared.

Incredible!

It's nothing more than imagination.

Where did the missing Monets go?

Is it dead?

Or was it eaten by a monster?

On the second night, some sleeping Monets disappeared again.

No matter how they take precautions, as long as they are alone, they may disappear inexplicably.

Third night

The same is true.

On the fourth night, the people in the city were in a panic, and no Monet dared to sleep.

It is rumored that the Demon Demon of the Land of Silence has appeared, a terrifying monster that has a penchant for devouring Monet.

It uses a black fire that incinerates Monet in an instant.

It is rumored that Monet of other races came to take revenge, after all, a group of red Monets were imprisoned just a few days ago, and it is likely to anger the strong people in the red Monet group.

It is also rumored that it was the gods in the underworld who sent down divine punishment to punish the horrific killing of White Monet for nearly a hundred years.

The Monet cultivators, who were in charge of the town of Black Valley, brought together a lot of people, but to no avail.

If piles are piled together, the phenomenon of missing pieces will occur.

"What's going on?"

"Did you find out?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"What the hell is that gray mist?"

Kurosani Clark White is one of the rulers of Kuroya, and his family has ruled the town for hundreds of years, and has adopted Kurosani as a prefix to his name to show his glory.

The Black Valley family itself, in the country of White Monet, is also a well-known existence, and it is a family of veteran cultivators.

It's just that the usually high-ranking ruler of Black Valley Town has wrinkles on his face, and his paper body has wrinkles.

The white body looked gray, like old paper that had been used for a long time.

This is the reason why I haven't closed my eyes and rested for the past few days.

Once Monet does not rest well, they cannot discharge that special liquid to maintain the whole body during the physiological period, and the paper-like body will age rapidly, and if it continues like this for a long time, it will even endanger life.

It's just that he also knows that his current state is very poor, but he really doesn't dare to sleep.

If you fall asleep and you're taken away, that's the end of it.

Although he didn't believe much in the legends of the ghosts of the Silent Lands, it didn't prevent him from seeing a large group of people disappear from front of him.

Just yesterday, a whole pair of 13 Monet cultivators, after a burst of gray mist came, they fell into it and disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the fact that he saw a bad opportunity and quickly ran away, and the gray mist didn't track him, otherwise he would probably be doomed himself.

At this time, when I mentioned the gray mist, I was afraid.

The other Monets around him had heavy faces.

Silent.

Many people have seen the gray mist, and even tried to attack, but the physical damage has achieved very little effect, and the only spell attack with some effect, because Monet's size is too small compared to the behemoth-like gray mist, it is also equivalent to a drop in the bucket.

To no avail at all.

"Found a couple of guys who were lucky enough to wake up in the gray fog, and they weren't taken away."

"It's just that these guys don't seem to be a little clear, and they keep babbling about the beginning, the beginning of everything, the root of all things, and the beginning of nature!"

"And said he was coming...... He's already here....... Darkness and destruction are not far off. ”

"Six-point crystals will be one!"

A white Monet, who was slightly taller than the average white Monet, frowned, and learned the words of those lucky forbearances.

Six-point crystals will be one?

Hearing this, Clarke's brows furrowed suddenly, and his eyes shrank deeply.

The people around him watched his mood swings, and their hearts moved.

"My lord, do you know what a six-point crystal is?"

It was still the tall white Monet, and at the moment his tone was a little low and hoarse.

Although he asked Clarke, he kept his head down and did not look at him, which is the most impolite behavior in Monet's world.

Clarke, in particular, is his boss, the most powerful ruler of Black Valley.

"Presumptuous! What hexagrams, what nonsense are you talking about! ”

"Besides, what kind of attitude do you have!"

"Are you questioning me?"

"Cleus, who gave you the guts!"

Clark was furious, of course not because of Clarke's transgression, but because he was inquiring about the six-point crystal!

This secret is a taboo!

It's a secret shared by all the white Monet families!

A secret that must not be known to ordinary Monet.

"Damn it!"

"How do those ordinary guys know the secret of the six-point crystal?"

"Could it be other hostile forces, it's the yellow Monet who is playing tricks, but it shouldn't be......"

Clark muttered to himself, scolding the guy who dared to release the six-point crystal.

This is a reverse scale that touches all the families!

It must not be spared.

"Huh, huh?"

"Looks like you know!"

Klers's low, hoarse voice rang out again.

The others frowned. I don't understand what the hell this guy is going to do.

Do you think that if the town of Black Valley is in turmoil, you can shake the rule of the Clark family?

It's delusional!

"Kles! Do you know what you're talking about? ”

"Who gave you the audacity to talk to me like that?"

Clark is going to blow up!

The paper body shook for a while, and the liquid hidden in the body flowed rapidly, and some traces of blood vessels, muscles, veins and bones could be faintly seen.

This guy has already come a long way on the path of Monet's cultivation.

You must know that the purpose of Monet's cultivation is to build a complete internal organs, blood and bones, etc., all of which are hidden in a thin paper body, and finally turn into real flesh and blood!

"Who gave me the guts?"

"Hehe, of course it's you, my great lord of the city......"

Klers slowly raised his head, and his body fluttered without wind.

The paper body, surrounded by a trace of gray mist, floated up and down in the void.

Blood-colored tears dripped from his eyes, more and more, and finally covered the entire white body.

Under the stunned gaze of many Monet, it seemed to melt, turning into a puddle of liquid like blood.

The wind came from nowhere

Began to whizz around.

The temperature is dropping rapidly!

All Monet couldn't help but shudder.

A moment later

A blood-red paper figure slowly crawled out of the blood.

Unlike the red Monet, the color of this paper figure is a dark red similar to blood.

Drops of blood were still dripping from his body, dripping to the ground, but they turned into gray mist and returned to his body.

What came to his face was an endless smell of blood.

Unknown!

Dark!

Terror!

Monet, who was present, was stunned, and didn't know how to describe the breath he felt at this moment.

The ultimate twist, with the ultimate fear.

Could this be Cleus, too?

What the hell happened to him?

"Haha, haha!"

"Great power!"

"A powerful presence!"

"This is the real perfect body!"

It was still the voice of Cleus, this time not hoarse and low, but on the contrary, full of gloom and madness.

"Kleus, you ......"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Clark couldn't hold steady anymore, but he pressed his heart of fear and asked sharply.

"Do what?"

"I want ...... Eat you......"

The corners of Kleus's mouth hooked up a grim smile, and what was strange was that even some of the Monets around him, for some reason, had that terrifying and weird smile on their faces.

What the hell is going on with all this~

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