In this world, or the small world of enchantment as Wu Hao thinks, there is the Monet family.

I can only live here, like a cage, and I can't go out.

In fact, it is equivalent to a small copy.

- The Monets

- A body as thin as a piece of paper, generally about three to five inches tall, with facial features and limbs similar to those of humans. Probably all sapient beings are white.

If you have to describe it, it is probably very similar to the legendary paper man in Huaguo.

The kind of little paper figurines made of paper money after the death of human beings.

It's just that compared with paper figures, Monet's family is more delicate and flexible. The former are dead things, and the latter are living beings.

According to the Monet heritage, they have lived here since the beginning of the world.

Ten thousand years ago, it formed its own unique Monet culture, Monet language, Monet inheritance.

This world is also called Monet's world.

He also developed his own system of practice and took the name Monet.

At the beginning, there were many other dangerous creatures in Monet's world, and there was no shortage of intelligent beings comparable to them, but with the rise of Monet's practitioners, these creatures were slaughtered.

There is only a little remnant, hiding in the corners of the world, terrified all day long.

All, thousands of years ago, the Monet family, who almost unified the world, began to attack their own people.

These terrible seeds of cruelty and murder do not spare the slightest hand, even for their own people.

Originally, there were many other colors of Monet in the Monet family, but with the beginning of the internal war, the most cruel and cunning white Monet gradually gained the upper hand.

Completely slaughtered the former black Monet. By now, there are probably only two colors of Monet left in the world.

White Monet vs. Yellow Monet.

Compared to the former, the yellow Monet is relatively peaceful, but only relatively.

The world of Notta, occupied by the white Monet and the yellow Monet.

Large and small, it is divided into more than a dozen Monet countries or alliances.

If you want to describe the size of Monet's world, it is probably the size of BJ City, the capital of China.

Outside, it is what the Monet people call the edge boundary, and if Wu Hao sees it, he will know that this is the barrier.

To the east of Monet's world, there is a white Monet of the Cotra-White Federation. Among the countries of White Monet, they are probably in the upper middle range.

has always been a hawkish nation dedicated to the slaughter of all xeno-colored Monet.

This time, the Caraca White and Triet White hunting squads, which belong to the Cortra White, found several red Monets in a rare canyon.

You know, it hasn't been seen in hundreds of years.

The corpse of the red Monet, handed over to the corresponding practitioner, can be rewarded with a big step.

It's worth half a year's harvest from hunting in the wild.

So they chased all the way, killed some of the red Monet, and captured most of them, leaving the last red Monet, and they chased him to the Land of Silence.

"Humph!"

"It's useless if you're running."

"Ahead is the Land of Silence, and for thousands of years, entering is only a dead end!"

"I advise you to be honest and contribute the corpse to us."

"Red Monet, your corpse can definitely be sold for a good price."

Karaka greedily looked at the red Monet with a hateful face not far away, swallowed his saliva and said.

"Tsk, you can really run."

"But your people are all dead. I advise you to surrender honestly. Maybe we're in a good mood and we'll spare your life! ”

Terlett was already getting a little impatient.

Ahead, the red Monet stared at the two of them, and his hateful gaze almost turned into a blazing flame.

"Humph!"

"Ridiculous!"

"Spare me?"

"The cruelest white Monet, when will there be sympathy? I only hate that my ancestors believed your lies, and if it were possible, I would have caused all of your ancestors to die in the great changes of that year. ”

"White Monet, nothing good!"

Red Monet said hatefully.

Her name is Jasmine Red, and she is the last remaining red Monet in their group.

He was also the only Monet practitioner.

It's a pity that their race is going to disappear completely in this world.

Looking at the gray-black dead place behind her, remembering the terrifying legends of this place, a trace of fear flashed in Jasmine's eyes.

But then, a strong sense of guilt hit his heart.

As the only cultivator in her own small group, Jasmine has always been the hope of the entire race. It has also been rumored among the tribe that she will lead her people to end the dark life of hiding in Tibet, end the pursuit of the white Monet, and end their rule.

Legend has it that she would meet the greatest gods in a zone of terrible death, and their ancestor of the Red Monet was born at the hands of the gods and was the original source of the Red Monet.

Under the leadership of this deity, they will overcome all obstacles to end the troubled times of the white Monet's rule and open a new chapter in the red Monet's family.

Jasmine is also extremely convinced.

Because, just a few days ago, she found out that the sacred objects that were sacrificed in her own clan and were rumored to be the things of the gods actually reacted.

Countless red threads spread out of the fetish. According to the guidance of the underworld, Jasmine goes out one after another to find the legendary god.

And it was also because of the constant going out that the white Monet discovered the traces, which led to the white Monet's purge, and most of the people of the clan fell into their hands.

If it is said, no regrets are fake.

Jasmine doesn't believe in the gods anymore. She even suspected that it was just a big lie told by her ancestors.

It's just to give the younger generations the courage and hope to survive.

But now, it's coming to an end.

She will step into the place of silence that all Monets fear, and welcome the death of body and soul.

Thinking of the legends of the Land of Silence and looking at the white Monet who was chasing after him, the fear in Jasmine's eyes flashed.

I am nostalgic for the life of the former ethnic group and the appearance of my relatives.

"I'm sorry, everyone!"

"Jasmine is here to accompany you!"

Sou!

Jasmine crossed the line between green and black and stepped into the dead darkness of the earth.

For a moment, she felt like her body was about to be set on fire.

Black energy seemed to burrow into her body from the earth.

His mind became chaotic, and the angry cries of the white Monet rang in his ears.

However, Jasmine could no longer hear it.

She just felt like her body was going to be torn apart.

The next moment~

Bang!

Jasmine felt in a daze that she had bumped into something, and the next moment a coldness, with a hint of chill, spread.

Drain out the energy that was going to tear you apart.

"It's so comfortable!"

"Babble!"

Jasmine pouted in confusion and slowly opened her eyes.

The next moment, her little mouth suddenly opened, and she looked at the scenery in front of her with a shocked expression.

"God...... The gods ......"

The god belonging to the red Monet has really appeared!

How can it be!

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