There was silence here, and there seemed to be no sound even though the white paper lanterns were floating in dense patches from all over the place.

Behind every white paper lantern, there are lifeless souls, except for one of them, which is not as wooden, but between the eyes, there is gradually a trace of agility.

On his chest, there was a point of light flickering at this moment.

It is the seal of the emperor.

There was also a voice that came out of nowhere: "Detecting that the writer is in crisis, the Divine Ruthless Emperor has automatically activated the final resurrection attribute ......"

"It's ...... Where? ”

Song Ren was in a daze, and seemed to have had a long, long dream, in which everything around him was chaotic, which made him uncomfortable.

I want to wake up, but I feel like I've been pulled into another chaos, repeating it over and over again.

Until one day, he felt a heat in his body, like a heat source that suddenly descended on him in the nine days of ice, which made him extremely comfortable.

He seemed to be running, running as wildly as he could, until he was completely out of that world.

But it was still chaotic, but there was another force that made him slowly sober up.

He seemed to understand something.

It was the Emperor Seal that had been lurking in his body that allowed him to escape from the black hole.

It was the last chance of resurrection for the ruthless emperor, and he was resurrected again.

Black holes are inescapable, or in other words, the chances of escape are extremely slim.

As far as he knew, it took 45,000 years for the black horse to be spit out.

And Li Maozhen, the patriarch of the true realm who entered the starry sky and looked for his grandson, directly took the peak of the ancestral realm, and wandered in it for 5,000 years before he got lucky, and met the fourth ghost woman, who was cursed and escaped with his life, and had the motivation to cultivate in the starry sky for 2,000 years, and it took more than 3,000 years to stagger back.

The whole process, more than 10,000 years.

And he, I don't know how long he has been wandering, but there is a voice telling him.

I'm still alive.

What a fluke.

Since he entered the black hole, he actually didn't plan to live, and he didn't regret saving Xiaoxi.

Because this is what a father should do, because it is his own daughter.

Can you be indifferent to anyone whose loved ones are in danger of their lives in front of you?

Song Ren was reborn in this world, and there were very few people who could sacrifice for him at any time, not to mention that Xiaoxi had this trip to the troubled waters for him.

Just, where is this?

Song Ren felt a little cold around him, and slowly opened his tired eyes, and then, in front of him were almost transparent figures, the kind of transparency that could see more than a dozen people in front of him at a glance.

He was startled and suddenly came to his senses.

Looking back again, behind him, there were countless people with no end in sight.

It's over, I take it for granted, thinking that I am alive, but in the end I will die.

Am I crossing the Nai Ho Bridge now?

What does the ghost gate look like, but I haven't seen it yet?

Forget it, when I died in my last life, it was quite sudden, and I was lying under the sun in Ping'an City as soon as I opened my eyes, and now I die again, which can be regarded as compensation for the last time.

I don't know if Meng Po is beautiful or not, after all, in the super wonderful one called "Yin Yin Ji" that he watched in his previous life, Meng Po is very beautiful, and it has been passed down from generation to generation by her ancestors, and there is a very nice name, called Meng Po Linglong.

Will this be like the one depicted in it, so, there are no regrets after a while, and the Meng Po soup doesn't know if it's sweet or spicy?

Song Ren's physical strength gradually recovered, and his body became more and more condensed, no longer transparent, and he seemed out of place with the people around him.

He tilted his head, wanting to take a look.

Then, I saw an unimaginably huge lantern in front of me, like a planet.

Song Ren was amazed,

"It seems that this should be the ghost door closed, it looks quite peculiar, and it is a little familiar, like Li Maozhen said......" Song Ren laughed at himself, but as soon as he said this, his whole body trembled, and he hurriedly looked carefully, and then looked around, countless white paper lanterns, and countless souls followed into it.

This Li Maozhen came out of the black hole and met almost exactly the same.

I'll go!

I'm not dead?

Song Ren hurriedly stroked his body up and down, the flesh was whirring, and he was indeed alive.

The fourth person - the ghost woman?

Song Ren hurriedly jumped out of the team.

Since he didn't die, what team did he follow this group of souls to rob?

And this ghost woman, what does she look like, after all, there are six people in the fairy ladder, and he has already seen three of them.

But there was no one around, and he couldn't see it.

Suddenly, as Song Ren left the team, there was an invisible chain of rules and order around him, which suddenly manifested from the soul team just now, and it seemed that he had found a 'deserter'.

Immediately afterwards, four white paper villains came out of the chain of order with a smile, and wrapped Song Ren at once.

"I'll go, Yue Qiluo—" Looking at the paper man, Song Ren exclaimed.

But the next moment, as the paper figure was pasted, a breath of a living person burst out, and the paper figures immediately dispersed, and then gathered together and chattered.

Song Ren looked at this strange scene and was a little shocked.

Is it possible that these paper figures still have their own consciousness?

And those paper figures seemed to have discussed something, and they all turned red, and they chattered at Song Ren for a while.

It seems to be saying, you are a living person who is sick, come to us to make some fun, just find something for us to do, thanks to the early discovery, if the ghost woman knows that we are derelict in our duties, she will definitely punish us severely.

Where did you come from and where are you going?

The four crimson villains opened up a space similar to a black hole but a little different, and before Song Ren could react to anything, he pushed him in with a strong force from his back.

When it was done, the space closed, and the four paper figures slowly turned white again, and gathered together on a chatter.

I don't know if it's right to throw it, but it's a cosmic space close to here.

Forget it, hurry up and get to work, the ghost woman will be back in a while.

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"Hey, Cheng Ling, are you going to the Luoshen Temple on the bank of the Sunset River to pray for blessings? I advise you to forget it, how many times have you done this, with this idle time, it is better to learn from Master Xin in the clan, he is a respected saint and humanistic writer. ”

"Yes, yes, maybe one day you will write a masterpiece and walk out of a humanoid god, then you will make a lot of money, and your vein will rise completely."

"Haha, that's right, the combat power of the humanoid gods will continue to grow with your cultivation, which is much stronger than praying for blessings in the Falling God Temple."

"You people, although Cheng Ling's vein is not treated well by the clan, she is not good-looking, and her talent is not good, but people have perseverance, although the heroic spirit is difficult to summon, but we have succeeded in three or four times, but people have persisted for six years dozens of times a year, you can't compare to this."

"Forget it, let's go, let's go, Master Xin's class is going to be late, she can go if she wants to, the Heroic Spirit is just a person who has fought with our ancestors, but for some reason, we will summon an entity to guard and fight, is it possible that she can still move the heavens and summon an emperor author?"

"Haha~~ That's a bit too much-"

More than a dozen men and women laughed, pointing to the back of a woman in front of them, talking and laughing, and behind them, each with a tall figure of different figures, standing silent, like a puppet.

This is their heroic spirit.

The woman in front of her, turning a deaf ear, headed for the familiar destination......

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