"I felt as if I had forgotten a lot of things, and I couldn't think about it. ”

The unspeakable monster rubs its "head" with gray hair.

Bai Yama leaned on him, but he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xia Ji didn't need to sleep at all, and many images flashed through his mind.

But these images are fragments.

The body and soul were shattered into countless pieces, combined again, and if they could still be whole, then there was a problem.

Not only that, but his memory is fading.

It's just that some recent pictures of fighting are still flashing in my mind.

Vermilion...

The Eighth Temple...

Two beings appeared in his mind.

And the feeling of a splitting headache came again.

Whether it is in the "Xia Ci Shell" or the memory of the original Taishang Son of Heaven, it is like being separated in the previous life.

The more he thought about it, the more vague it became.

Xia Ji simply didn't want to.

Two large eyes flickered in the darkness for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that he could check the status.

【Natsuji??(1/100)(??Evolving)】

[Ancestral Witch's Body: ??(1/100) ("True Qi Talent" is being fused)]

[White Night: ??(1/100) ("Chaos Dao Scar" is being fused)]

Very simple state.

But the true anger was gone.

The original "hegemony" has also disappeared, and it has become a strange "white nightmare".

Moreover, the true qi talent and the chaotic dao marks actually began to merge automatically?

What exactly is this?

In fact, most of the achievements of the Ancestral Witch's body are due to the "True Qi Talent", and this True Qi Talent... Is that really the name?

And the mysterious Chaos Dao Trace is actually the reason why he comprehended the true meaning of death, feared the true intention, and even later dominated, and now it has begun to be fused.

And there is a question mark after his name?

The indescribable monster pondered.

However, his mind is too chaotic and chaotic, and every thought will be mixed with countless distractions.

The gray hair strands touched the little girl's head.

Bai Yama rolled over in his sleep.

The gray hair gently cooperated and crossed over, so that she could just lie comfortably.

Creeping passages.

Towards the outside world.

I don't know how long it took.

Xia Ji suddenly thought that his body had been shattered... And then it was slowly reorganized.

This reorganization took some time.

How long did that take?

He began to recall, but couldn't remember anything.

It's been a long time...

He learned to be in a daze.

When you're in a daze, you let go of everything, and you don't think about anything.

Gazing at the boundless black.

The unspeakable monster didn't think of anything, as if it were eternity, and it could hide in the darkness forever, waiting to be summoned by some strange ritual to the tip of the iceberg.

But it didn't.

The world seemed to be dead, with no life and no curses, just pure black movements.

"Did we escape?"

Screamed: "Xia Ji, the Nightmare Group is terrifying, you can put Zhu Wei and the Eighth Hall Yama to sleep, it's already very powerful... But no one can defeat the horde, they..."

Some hesitation.

"What are they?"

"They have all been polluted by the water of the Mother River of Death, but it is very slight, very slight, so slight that the power of this universe can suppress the power of the Mother River of Death!!

Xia Ji, you need to rest, your body and soul have been shattered, you need time to make them whole!!! Take you to the world. ”

"Hmm. ”

"When you get to the world, it's enough to grab another body, but ordinary containers can't bear you anymore. ”

"Hmm. ”

Xia Ji's mind was very messy.

"I can't go back to the underworld, and I don't know what happened now, is it that the underworld has come? I've been doing it all along, but now I don't know it!!

But no matter what! We must first live in seclusion! We must not let the underworld locate us anymore!

They might think you're dead, that I'm sleeping somewhere!"

Bai Yama screamed softly.

It's been a long time.

Xia Jicai suddenly asked, "Why am I dead and you are sleeping?"

Bai Yama screamed, "Because you are rooted in yourself... And I'm not!"

It's been a long time.

Xia Ji seemed to remember what Bai Yan Luo had said before, and suddenly said, "What roots?"

Bai Yama also thought for a while, and then realized that Xia Ji seemed to be talking about the topic three days ago, so he said: "I was destroyed in the past and born in the future, so... I will not die, because I am rooted in this paradox, and I will not become obliterable unless the thing that carries the past and the future with me all cause and effect is destroyed!!"

She didn't hide anything from Xia Ji anymore.

She finished speaking.

Xia Ji was already in a daze again.

Two huge pupils, one black and one white, like a small mountain, stared into the depths of the darkness, as if they were immersed in memories, or were escaping the countless thoughts in their minds.

Bai Yama closed his eyes, held his gray hair, and fell into the dream again.

That's it.

The two of you say the same thing, and you talk and talk about it.

I don't know how long it took.

Anyway, it's been a long time.

At the end of the creeping channel is a black lake.

Monsters the size of giant peaks, with little girls appear on the surface of the lake.

The surface of the lake rippled, contracted, and disappeared.

The mist of light suddenly descended, and it shone brighter than the sun in the sky.

It seems to be an island.

However, although Xia Ji's body had been extremely compressed and his strength had been extremely constricted, he still occupied the entire island, and Bai Yama could only observe from the edge of the island.

Light and mist enveloped the entire mountain.

"It's so familiar..."

"I feel a little familiar too!"

Xia Ji was distracted.

Bai Yan Luo remembered it and screamed happily: "Xia Ji, this is the Holy Gate, this is the place where you first saw me!"

"Holy Gate, Blue Sky Mountain, Cloud Heart Pavilion?" Xia Ji muttered unconsciously this time.

Bai Yan Luo said, "Yes, we have returned to your world... But yes, it should have been arranged by Black Yama and Red Yama!"

Xia Ji looked east...

Bow your head slightly, overlooking a toy-like gazebo.

There are also some familiar houses.

Whoosh!!

Suddenly, a figure floated in the air from a distance, as if it was controlling some mysterious thing, and appeared outside the light mist.

The mysterious thing was a long sword covered in blue, with a single edge, and the wind of Xuanqi was blowing on it.

On the sword is a man wearing a master's robe.

The man's black hair was scattered, and the collar of his exposed robe was stiff and erected diagonally, while a mysterious purple cloak dragged on the sword.

Between the eyebrows, they are all proud.

He watched around the light mist.

Soon, several more figures rose up against the wind and followed him.

"Door master, what is this sudden appearance?"

"I feel the power of terror in there, should we go inside?"

This is obviously the place of the Holy Gate, and these people who wear the clothes of the Holy Gate Sect and disciples have a lot of mysteries.

And the mysterious aura of this world is also rich in horror.

What the hell is going on?!