The cold wind was fierce, like a knife and claws, but it was difficult to resist the boiling in Bai Chang's heart. The constant roar of death behind him made Bai Chang feel extremely excited, which made a thought flash in his mind at this time:

"If you want it to perish, you must make it crazy!"

However, at this time, Bai Chang wanted to say another sentence:

"Death and life!"

Seven years in the last days, to be more precise: seven years, one month and 21 days, every minute and every second, he is preparing wholeheartedly for the coming moment. And now, it's finally almost here!

"Too much, too much." Bai Chang looked a little crazy, and muttered to himself.

Like a white ghost, wandering in the last days for seven years, like a passerby, he has experienced too much, lost too much, and gained too much at the same time:

In the last days, in order to escape death, the weak pushed their wives and children behind them, squatting in dark corners and being afraid. In the last days, the former salted fish suddenly turned over, and returned the humiliation above his head to the so-called high-ranking people over and over again, thus becoming a more distorted person.

Some people were born from the grassroots and became the saviors of one city and one fortress, selfless and self-sacrificing, but in the end, they became victims in the game of those in power. Some people are selfish and have distorted desires, but they have opened up a "pure land" and preserved a piece of hope for mankind under his rule......

The last days are a crazy time, bloody, lustful, beautiful, warm, ruined, destroyed, destroyed, hopeless, hopeless, evil, holy, hot-blooded, realistic......

The things these nouns represent, or a certain person or something, in this era, are intertwined, entangled, collided, and exude, a unique and exciting, crazy, fearful, and obsessive atmosphere.

People sing and dance, hoping for luck,

People screamed in pain, and there was no hope.

When he appeared, he complained that he was too selfless, stubborn, limited in strength, and could not be perfect;

People cursed the devil, hated to eat his flesh, drank his blood, whipped his tendons, broke his bones and scattered ashes, and prayed that he would be strong so that he could continue to live in secret, even if the demon fed on man again, and was not happy without blood......

The Lord of the Ghost Forest, like a giant python devouring the sky, erupted in unprecedented anger, and in an instant, three black death tornadoes gradually approached Bai Chang. The death threat within reach directly broke through the gusts of wind, and with a chill that froze for thousands of miles, it hit Bai Chang's spine, making Bai Chang suddenly shudder.

"Whew~"

Taking a deep breath, the cold wind made the hot chest feel a trace of coolness. He looked crazy, and his eyes were full of crazy whiteness, and he finally regained his consciousness.

"Huhu~Huhu~"

Two streaks of white mist erupted rapidly from the nose of the mount below. Three hours of high-speed exercise made it just a little out of breath. The inky scale armor is smooth and beautiful, and under the moonlight, it flashes with charming charm.

The limbs that ran violently made a heavy mark at every landing point. Jumping forward, the speed is so fast, so that the surrounding scenery is constantly changing, under the silver light, you can only see the streamer, fleeting.

Looking at the shadow of death that was constantly approaching behind him, Bai Chang's face was a little dignified, but then he suddenly smiled easily, patted its head lightly, and shouted:

"03, woo~gawoo~"

The gusting wind directly poured Bai Chang's mouth, but fortunately, 03 understood what Bai Chang meant. Two slender tentacles like whips swung directly back, firmly tying Bai Chang around his waist, and then stepped on his hind hooves suddenly.

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object collapsing sounded, but before anyone could see it clearly, a figure jumped directly into the air.

From a distance, in the huge silver plate, a vigorous creature slashed rapidly, and a faint silver glow covered its whole body with scales, making it a little strange, and a figure sat firmly on its back. In the short half-white hair, a slightly crazy one-eyed is revealed.

"Wow~"

A pair of huge wings slowly opened, and the tiny pale gray scales were densely covered on it, and the scales opened upwards from time to time, or closed tightly, constantly controlling the air flow in the sky, and gliding rapidly into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, you can faintly see the trees and bushes under the wings. The bright moonlight, through which 03 spread its wings almost dozens of meters, sprinkled a hazy light, which looked so gentle and beautiful.

The three huge figures that were originally approaching rapidly finally gradually widened the distance at this time. However, at this moment, Bai Chang no longer has the energy to pay attention to these. Swallowing the Revenant Fountain Stone in one bite and controlling more than 100,000 puppets one after another, the aftermath may be late, but it will definitely come.

The unusually pale face has long since lost half of its blood. Bean-sized beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and were hung by the cold wind in an instant. At this time, his limbs were weak, and if 03 hadn't tied him firmly around his waist, he would have been carried away by the howling wind.

The body trembled like an epilepsy, accompanied by bursts of cold sweat, and under the influence of the cold wind, a thin layer of frost gradually condensed on the white clothes.

At this moment, 03 felt Bai Chang's strangeness, and his huge pupils drifted back from time to time, with a bit of humane worry. But fortunately, it still followed Bai Chang's orders and kept running into the distance, not daring to relax at all.

The continuous death of the puppet and the continuous breaking of the spiritual chain made Bai Chang feel that his entire head was about to explode, and his consciousness was constantly destroyed and reorganized, making him want to be unconscious from the bottom of his heart. However, the severe pain made Bai Chang awake again and again.

And that feeling of mental fullness, feeling like my whole head was going to be blown up. Only every time the spiritual chain is broken, can Bai Chang be relieved. But the sharp pain that followed made it difficult for him to scream in direct pain.

finally

After letting all the puppets try their best to block all the ghost forest creatures that were approaching behind him, Bai Chang was like a machine that directly crashed, instantly lost consciousness and fell into a coma. Only the constantly shaking body means that he is still suffering unimaginable torture.

At this time, in Bai Chang's spiritual perspective:

The bright light cluster like day slowly rotated in his abdomen, and countless light paths entered his brain along his spine, invading brutally, making the spiritual lake in his mind more and more huge, huge, and gradually expanding into an endless ocean, without the slightest intention of stopping.

There is no way, the spiritual nutrients contained in the Revenant Spring Stone are too huge, and this powerful treasure that belongs to the Lord of the Ghost Forest used to advance to the eighth order is now being devoured by the little fourth-order human being.

I have to say that this is looking for death!

The reason why he has been able to persist until now is that there are dense silk threads, starting from his mind, in hundreds of thousands, distributed in the ghost forest, connecting the bodies of the corpses that are constantly coming.

The endless spiritual power was constantly and violently consumed by the Gu worms in the corpse.

At the same time, the death of each corpse will create a scar in his spiritual consciousness, and under the careful counting, there are no less than a thousand such scars in his mind, and they are constantly increasing.

And this requires a lot of mental power to wash, fill, heal, and smooth.

As a result, an inexplicable balance is gradually maintained between replenishment and consumption.

With the passage of time, the pale white spiritual power, in the washing, consumption, the color gradually became darker. And some fine particulate matter gradually condensed in his spiritual ocean, ups and downs, ups and downs.

Bai Chang didn't know anything about this situation, but was led by 03, approaching the edge of the ghost forest, and gradually gliding into the vast desert......