A palm as white as jade, growing from Wen Wen's right hand, looked somewhat similar to the purple palm.

The palms of the two hands collided silently, and the light purple energy spread out in both directions, suddenly vaporizing the sand thousands of meters away in a straight line, forming two huge fan-shaped deep pits.

The gentle ceremonial platform was not affected by the huge fan-shaped range.

After a collision, the purple palm became even more illusory, and it retracted directly into the crack.

The gap gradually narrowed, and when it was about to disappear completely, a strange eye appeared in the gap, casting a curious glance at Wen Wen.

The whites of these eyes are red, and the pupils are dark purple, which does not resemble a human at all.

It wasn't until Gap 1 completely disappeared that the look reluctantly withdrew.

And the little silver hand also retreated into Wen Wen's palm tiredly, and the color became a little dull.

"Whose hand was it just now...... He saved the plague, which means that it was Yogmar, the god of the heavenly realm! ”

"But how can the Heavenly Realm God find this place accurately, the black-robed man once said that this world is special, and the more powerful the existence, the more difficult it is to enter this world."

"If the Celestial Gods want to project their power here, they must ...... through some medium"

"The token in the mouth of the plague, that token is the medium, and he let the power of Yogema descend on this world through the token!"

"Now that the plague has been taken away, I shouldn't be attacked by Yogoma again."

After figuring this out, Wen Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene just now really left too much psychological shadow on him, it all happened between lightning and fire, Wen Wen didn't even think too much, and the matter was already over.

The confrontation of the divine forces of the heavenly realm, except for the two huge bunkers, left nothing.

A chill ran in Wen Wen's heart, he didn't have the ability to resist in the face of the Heavenly Realm God's attack across the world just now.

The black-robed man once said that the spirit realm god can be provoked, but the heavenly realm god can't be provoked, Wen Wen was still a little unimpressed, and now he knows how weak he is.

If it weren't for the Moon God, who was also the god of the heavenly realm, he had left a force in Wen Wen's hands, and Wen Wen would be more than lucky this time.

Wen Wen silently looked at his right hand and said, "In the future, when I peep with the magic mirror, if you engage in holy light again, I will never scold you again." ”

After finishing speaking, Wen Wen looked at the clone in front of him with sharp eyes, although he had just experienced a life and death crisis, he couldn't stop what he should do.

He has to continue to complete this clone, otherwise he will be sorry for the power of the crescent moon in his hand.

……

In the center of the reddened Death Omen on the surface, there is a huge palace.

On the chair dozens of meters high inside the palace, Yogma was holding the head of the plague, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Thank you, Yogoma-sama, for your help, I will saddle your saddle from now on, ...... you"

"Silence."

Yogoma spat out two words, and the plague was speechless.

Yogmar then looked at the plague's head as if she were playing with a work of art.

Originally, he was very optimistic about Plague, otherwise he would not have given Plague so much help, but Plague's failure made him lose his value in Yogoma's heart.

However, a rescue across the world was something he had promised to Plague a long time ago, so Yogma didn't break his promise.

Originally, after saving Plague, Yogma would have left him to fend for himself, and with Plague's current state, it would be difficult to survive in the environment of the Death Omen.

But while rescuing the plague, Yogoma sees something interesting.

The man who is one with the plague and independent of each other should be named Wen Wen.

He had the power of a singer under the Nameless Throne, and he was protected by another celestial god.

On top of that, there was also an indescribable feeling in that person, which made Yogoma care a lot.

So Yogmar decided to cultivate the plague well, and maybe there will be some surprises in the future.

The power that sheltered that world is loosening, and one day that world will open up to the inner world, and that person will be Yogmar's.

Looking at the glint in Yogma's eyes, Plague breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Yogoma was still interested in him.

As long as Yogma thinks he's still useful, Plague will have a chance to make a comeback, and he will definitely find Wen Wen in the future and get back what he lost.

In fact, the current plague and Wen Wen can no longer be regarded as an equal existence, because he only has half of his soul left.

At the beginning, it was only half of the soul of Plague who infiltrated Wen Wen's consciousness, because he thought that he could take Wen Wen in this way.

But he didn't expect this half of his soul to be discovered by the terrifying black-robed man, so in order to ensure that he was not killed, he let half of his soul escape and was deliberately killed by the black-robe, thus hiding the other half of his soul in the depths of the corpse.

He does have a hole card in his hand that allows Yogoma to make a move, and this hole card is the card he was holding in his mouth at the time, which can collect the coordinates of his current location, so that Yogoma's power can pass through the world barrier. 49 eBooks

However, this brand is a hole card that the plague worked hard to get, and it takes a short time to start, and there is only one chance to use it.

When he first started fighting Wenwen, Plague didn't think it was necessary, and when he felt it was necessary, he didn't have a chance to use it again.

His body had been trapped in the shelter, and there was no way for this sign to record the coordinates in the shelter.

The last time he was given life in front of the sacred tree, Plague had this opportunity, but he guessed that Wen Wen wanted to resurrect his body and become his doppelganger.

So the plague prepares, and when Wen Wen really resurrects the corpse, he will seize the body and escape.

Otherwise, with his state of crippled soul, even if he could return to the Death Omen, he would be directly abandoned by Yogmar.

His wishful thinking was good, but he didn't calculate it, Wen Wen actually gave this body a new personality, this personality is as tough as Plague or Wen Wen's soul, and Plague has no way to seize control of the body.

And Wen Wen didn't know what terrifying ghost thing he put into this body, that thing was ten times more terrifying than his madness, and the plague felt that if he hid any longer, he would be completely devoured, so he took the risk and broke away from the body directly.

However, it seems that the situation should not be too bad for now, as long as Yogoma does not give up on him, he has the confidence to make a comeback.

……

After the plague disappeared, Wen Wen released Blood Jiuyi to protect himself, and he devoted himself to the ritual.

The sudden appearance of the plague is not without benefit, that is, he takes away a part of the pollution of the Nameless King.

This made the residual pollution in this body drop to a controllable level, and there was no suspense about whether the ritual could succeed, and now Wen Wen had to do to make the ritual even higher.

During the procession of the ceremony, Wen Wen was groping inch by inch in his body with his own strength, striving to completely eliminate the hidden dangers left by the plague.

This delayed the ritual that could have been completed in ten minutes, but it also allowed him to know more about this clone.

……

On the silent lake, a middle-aged man in a black coat sits cross-legged.

To the left and right of the man, there is an old-fashioned revolver and a sharp sapper shovel.

Whether it was the weapon or the middle-aged man himself, they all stayed calmly on the water, without causing the slightest fluctuation.

"My name is Wen Wen."

"I'm in my forties now, and maybe age doesn't mean much to me."

"Because I don't exist."

The middle-aged Wen Wen smiled bitterly, looking at this monotonous and boring mirror world, and didn't know how to describe his mood.

He thought he was a witcher who had awakened in an accident, the wife of a woman, and the father of a three-year-old child.

But it wasn't until he saw the teenage younger self with his own eyes that he realized that he was just a memory born out of thin air.

Everything is fake, everything is illusory, he is just a possibility for Wen Wen, a witcher with great potential.

After that battle, he had been above the water, thinking meaninglessly, because thinking was the only proof that he had ever existed.

But perhaps, this kind of thinking itself is also illusory.

The middle-aged Wen Wen fell into a deep confusion.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Wen Wen found that his figure was gradually disappearing, and the pistol and sapper shovel had become blurred.

"It seems that the ontology has forgotten me, and as long as he forgets me, I don't exist...... I'm really cheap. ”

The eternal darkness enveloped the middle-aged gentle, and he seemed to have entered an incomparably crazy world.

The furious, bloodthirsty, insane power enveloped him, plunging every inch of his skin into great pain.

But in this pain, middle-aged Wen Wen sensed a trace of warmth, which was very comfortable, and he had never experienced this feeling in his forty years of life.

It's like...... He's finally real!

He was reluctant to feel this way, if someone wanted to take this feeling away, the middle-aged Wen Wen would fight with him!

A man who looked very similar to the young Wen Wen, but with a hideous scar on his face, walked over and attacked the middle-aged Wen Wen viciously.

The middle-aged Wen Wen didn't know why the other party was fighting with him, but he was never one to be afraid of fighting, and he had a gut feeling that if he was defeated, he would lose this feeling of warmth.

So he thought together, and the revolver and the sapper shovel appeared at the same time, and launched the most ferocious attack of his life against the inexplicable attacker.

The scarred Wen Wen looked very difficult to entangle, but he was unexpectedly weak when he fought, and he was easily driven away by the middle-aged Wen Wen.

I don't know how long it was, but it seemed like I slept for ten days and ten nights in a row.

He opened his eyes tiredly, and what he saw in his eyes made him can't help but open his mouth wide.

"Congratulations, you're in the real world!"