The baby is anxious: [Master, hurry up!] 】

Baby: [Master, this place is going to collapse. 】

Five minutes passed.

In the baby's anxious voice, the demon refining pot began to slowly calm down the anger, and turned to slowly smooth the hair like a kitten that has always been docile.

【Lord?】 】

A puzzled voice sounded in Gong Yu's mind, heroic rather than elegant.

With just one sound, Gong Yu could determine that the demon refining pot had successfully recognized its master.

The whirlpool disappears, and the suction subsides completely.

Gong Yu's body fell, and he collapsed on the dirt, panting heavily.

【Where is this?】 】

Who am I? 】

What about the Lord? 】

[What about the battlefield? 】

What about my brothers? 】

[It's all over? 】

A series of questions passed from the body of the demon refining pot, and they were clearly imprinted into Gong Yu's mind.

It was as if he had been asleep for thousands of years, and suddenly woke up to find his head blank.

The retraction of his memories made him ask painfully, looking for the answers he wanted.

When you wake up from a dream, things are not people.

Former brothers, family, past ...... It's all gone, irretrievable.

melancholy, sadness, anxiety......

The various emotions of the demon refining pot converged, forcing Gong Yu to have pictures in his mind.

In the picture, the sky is covered with blood, the ground is cracked, the turbid air suppresses the people who can't breathe, the deafening shouts of killing, the iron horses ruthlessly trample, and the corpses fall in front of their eyes one by one, losing their lives.

All kinds of strange treasures compete with each other, immortals fly to the sky and chase and kill, and strange beasts spit out the power to destroy the world.

Gong Yu was in the middle of the battlefield, like a wisp of ghost floating.

But even if she is outside, she can still feel the breath of death enveloping her, the tragic war, the distortion of human form, and the division of heaven and earth......

In war, life becomes like a lowly ant, so small.

Just when Gong Yu was fascinated by the scene in his mind, the baby's voice was like a silver needle piercing a balloon, giving Gong Yu time to breathe.

[Master, this is the ancient war in the memory of the demon refining pot. 】

The baby's voice sounded a little melancholy.

This is not only the ancient war in the memory of the demon refining pot, but also the tragic battlefield in its memory.

"Lord, I can't hold on anymore!" Suddenly, an anxious voice rang out, attracting Miyayu's attention.

Transitions.

In a corner of the battlefield, a group of half-human, half-beast gods appeared in front of Gong Yu's eyes.

"Lord, you go quickly, I'll wait for the cushion."

One by one, the half-human, half-beast gods tried their best to block the attack of the enemy gods, trying to make the tallest leader behind him leave the battlefield.

They were all injured, and now they were just barely breathing, where could they stop the attack of the enemy gods.

The chief's heart ached when he saw his brothers fall one by one.

He waved his arms: "Wu Jiuli boy would rather die on the battlefield than be a deserter." ”

Chiyou?

A name flashed through Gong Yu's mind.

"Lord, ......" the crowd tried to persuade.

Chi You took out a pot and said majestically: "But my Jiuli boy will never make a fearless sacrifice and cut off the back road of the tribe." Therefore, I need one of you to carry the mission of reviving the Wujiuli clan and live in this demon refining pot until the opportunity to wake up. ”

"Holding soldiers, you are the younger brother of my eighty-one brothers, and the appearance is the most human, and the hope of my Jiuli clan in the future will be on your shoulders."