The Fifth Mystery World was devouring the souls of a group of witches and leaders, who were surprised at first, and then fell silent.

They are all people who have experienced strong winds and waves, and they have already experienced death once, and facing death again does not make them panic.

Although there was no panic on their faces, the atmosphere of laughter before had gradually disappeared, and they all held their heads high, looking at the fifth mystery who was asking the sky from above.

Of all the people, only the little witch and the sixth generation witch had a smile on their faces.

One of them looks down on life and death, and the other sees through life and death, and they are the most free and easy.

"Become a god, how many totemic opportunities do you have to give up...... Next time, I will allow it, and this heaven and earth may not allow it......"

The voice of the old man in the power of heaven and earth came from afar, and the voice gradually faded away, but the owner of the voice seemed to be inducing the fifth Xuan to make the opposite choice to his decision.

Fifth Xuan looked at the group of witches and leaders below with tears in his eyes, most of them were silent.

"Although I don't know what happened, the future of the Fire Tribe is important, and we, old guys, are already dead. ”

The little man Wu spoke, this was the first time he had spoken to the Fifth Xuan, a clear, face-to-face conversation.

But the words he said made the fifth Xuan unstoppable tears.

"I don't, I don't want them to die. ”

Fifth Xuan roared angrily, he suddenly grabbed the Sun Totem Pillar, grabbed both sides of the pillar with his huge palms, and tried to break him with all his might.

"No ......"

The Sun Totem, who woke up from the illusion, shouted in horror, but the Fifth Xuan didn't care whether he lived or died.

"Gaba ......"

The stone pillars were cracked, but the hard Sunset Bow was still intact.

Fifth Xuan pinched him with four fingers, ready to break him.

"No, no, no, please, no, no. ”

The day totem was really scared, the fifth Xuan's crazy state was not like a joke, he begged for mercy again and again, and begged for mercy with the power of milk.

"You don't have to, if you really want to give up, just look for the answer in your heart. ”

Before the power of heaven and earth dissipated, the old man's last words came, and then the power of heaven and earth slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

"The answer in my heart? I already have the answer in my heart, why don't you stop? Why don't you stop?"

Fifth Xuan roared at that inexplicable force, he was blaming it, he was angrily denounced it.

"Don't be like this, kid, whatever the outcome, it's the best choice for the Fire Tribe. ”

The little man stepped forward slowly, patted Fifth Xuan's foot, and comforted him in his crazy move.

This sudden act of comfort finally made Fifth Xuan calm down a little, and he also found the answer in his heart.

"It's the desire of my heart, he wants to become a god...... He wants to be a god......"

The fifth Xuan sat on the ground in vain, buried his head in his arms, and did not dare to look at the leaders of the witches and leaders.

He really couldn't control the thoughts in his heart, although he knew that as long as he really died, the inexplicable power would disappear, but he just didn't give up.

People have greed, immortality, and freedom, who doesn't want it.

He doesn't want to be a stone, he wants to communicate with people, he wants to be free, he wants to enjoy.

Just like a Zhang Dai said in his previous life:

Good house, good beauty, good **, good fresh clothes, good food, good horses, good lanterns, good fireworks, good pear orchards, good advocacy, good antiques, good flowers and birds, and tea and orange abuse, book beetle poetry and demons.

He also has countless hobbies and desires, so why can't he be selfish.

In his previous life, he was a refined egoist, and in this life, can't he be a refined egoist again?

He thought about it like this, but the flickering picture in front of him was a picture of generations of witches and leaders, rushing to kill, fighting, fighting, and sacrificing for the future of the tribe.

"Woo...... Woo......"

The crying became quieter and quieter, and the fifth Xuan gradually calmed down.

This is no longer the world where people can only stay warm by relying on each other, and only by trusting each other can they survive.

They can tear apart tigers and leopards alive, but they are willing to use their bodies to block knives for their partners.

They can eat pigs and cattle every day, but they are willing to starve for the sake of the old and weak of the tribe.

After all, this is a world that is not so selfish, so his heart suddenly seems very selfish.

"I'm not a saint, but how do I think it's wrong for me to do this?"

When he looked up, he saw the big boss and the little witch patting his arm left and right, like parents comforting her child.

Fifth Xuan bared his teeth and smiled at them, but he felt as if the snot bubbles were about to fall, but he was a spirit, how could there be snot bubbles.

"Four generations of witches, come here, I'll ask you something. ”

Fifth Xuan beckoned to the four generations of witches in the crowd and called him in front of him.

At this time, his world no longer spread, and the strange power no longer eroded the souls of the witches and leaders, and everything seemed to be still, waiting for the decision of the fifth mystery's soul.

"Do you remember that little story when I told you about the duties of the chief?"

Fifth Xuan lowered his head and asked the fourth generation of witches softly.

"Which one?"

The fourth generation of witches asked.

When he was at the bottom of the sea, Fifth Xuan told him many small stories, and he remembered them all.

"It's the story of the blind old soldier and the little soldier. ”

Fifth Xuan said.

"I remember you saying that his name was Lieutenant Colonel Sfarland, the retired chief, what a strange name. ”

Fifth Xuan shrugged his shoulders and expressed a name like Shi Farlan in a whining voice, which was of course weird.

"Tell me the best part of it. ”

The four generations of witches thought for a while, looked up at the fifth Xuan, and saw that the fifth Xuan had his eyes closed and looked at the sky.

He spoke slowly, trying his best to learn from the voice of the fifth Xuan with a strong stage drama tone: "Now that I have come to the crossroads of my life, I know which path is right, without exception, I know, but I never go, why?

"yes, because TM's is so bitter. ”

The Fifth Xuan, who had his eyes closed, slowly spoke, and in his heart, the souls of these witches and leaders were precious.

This is the memory of the Fire Tribe, this is the past of the Fire Tribe, but his way can only be practiced at the cost of killing them.

His gaze looked at the seven generations of witches and the six generations of leaders in the distance, and they looked at everything on the altar in confusion, although they could see it, they could not hear it.

"Six generations of witches, can you see the future?"

Fifth Xuan suddenly thought about the sixth generation of witches and asked.

"You can see it. ”

Six generations of witches opened their mouths to receive it.

"What does the future look like, and how do I choose?"

Fifth Xuan asked.

"Future...... Full of uncertainties, life and death coexist before you decide. ”

The Six Generations replied with a smile.

"Schrödinger's cat?

The fifth Xuan muttered to himself, looking at the boundary of the world he had created.

The power is retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the flowers and plants that have just grown are rapidly dying, and the rules that have just been changed are slowly recovering.

"Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse...... It's all a dream. ”

The fifth muttered in his mouth.

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