The night is dark and the wind is high!

Xuanmo floated in the sky above Lanmu City, looking at the city, the lively night market, the crowd of people, and the members of the Xuanmo organization were starting to assemble at the agreed place.

Such a scene reminded her of a very interesting story, which was a fable told to him by an old monk she met in a cold mountain temple during the years when she traveled through the world and learned desire:

Once upon a time there was an evil man who kept a flock of sheep in captivity, and when he was hungry, he slaughtered and ate them.

The sheep in the flock learned from the slaughter again and again that the purpose of this evil human being was to kill them and eat them. So began to try to escape.

Numerous sheep escaped from the sheepfold, much to the displeasure of the keepers, so they gathered the remaining sheep together and hypnotized them and said:

"O great sheep! You are so noble and brave, you are heroes, knights, princes and generals, doctors, lawyers, writers, and gentlemen...... How splendid and brilliant your life is, and how significant it is......"

From then on, the sheep never ran away again, and dreamed of being emperors, tycoons, generals, and heroes, until they were sent to the slaughterhouse.

Is there a more accurate story about the human condition?

Xuan Mo smiled a little arrogantly, and at the same time surprised that the old monk actually saw the reality of human beings, so she killed him.

What if you see it in real terms? They are still only an insignificant group of vulnerable people.

The Dogon people hope that the gods will perish, the demons will perish, the witches will perish, and even all the lords of all races will perish, but they want human beings to live alone, because human beings are their captive sheep, lovely, silly, and fools who like to be complacent in pursuit of great achievements.

Their souls are the best energy, the source of all the energy of the underworld.

The soul of the god has its own divine consciousness space on the god list, and they belong to the dragon god. The soul and body of the demon race are one, and life and death are shared. The Wu clan only has the spirit, and the spirit is the Yin Emperor's. Only humans, human souls, are what the Dogon can plunder.

Moreover, human beings are living beings with such a strong ability to reproduce, is there anything more beautiful than this?

Raise a flock of sheep, watch them have children, eat their flesh and blood, but never eat it, once and for all.

Xuan Mo suddenly felt a little pity for these small frogs at the bottom of the well, turned the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously, and flew down.

Her contempt was justified because humans are so stupid, but she forgot that not all humans are like that.

Lao Tzu, Shakyamuni, Muhammad, Jesus, Confucius, Zhang Tianshi, they all jumped out of this filthy world full of sewage and could not see a few points of starlight, beyond the entrance of the cave, there is a thousand worlds.

In this life, I don't know how many human beings will jump out of this sludge pit and come to the vast sea of stars.

"The soul is back! Go to Jun Zhiheng, what is the Quartet?

The pleasure of giving up the king, and away from the other ominous!

The Soul Returns! The East cannot be trusted.

There are thousands of elders, but the soul is a few.

Ten days out, flowing gold and stones.

They are all accustomed to it, and the soul will be released.

Return! Don't be able to do it.

The Soul Returns! The South can't stop there.

The carving theme is black teeth, and the flesh of the human is worshipped, and the bones are used as the base.

The pit viper is viper, and the fox is thousands of miles away......"

Thousands of people gathered in the Blue Eye City, and in the open space to the west of the city, they gathered together, barefoot in black clothes, with their hair scattered, and singing the ballad of the return of the soul.

The deafening singing sound, shaking the sky of Lanmu City, countless princes and heroes came to the wind, and they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw such a scene.

Since its birth, the Xuanmo Organization has been extremely mysterious, and although there are occasional gatherings that are known, they all choose to be deep in the mountains and wilderness, and this is the first time in the city.

The Son of Enlightenment, dressed in black, was suspended in mid-air, his face solemn and sacred.

His arms were stretched out to the sides, and the wide sleeves of his robe fluttered in the wind.

"Xuantian has been lost, Huangquan is winning, and the vigorous Jiazi is killing the Yin Emperor! Poor human! You are so sad that you have suffered this catastrophe! The God of creation cannot bear the extinction of mankind, and you are her people! Xuanmo, the son of my enlightenment, was guided by the gods to come to overcome your calamity.

The iron civilization has passed, a new civilization is about to be born, and another era is coming, let me lead you and others to become the gods of this era. ”

Her voice was solemn and sacred, with an inexplicable heart-shaking rhythm, many people, as well as the Xuanmo Sect members below, began to cheer, and there was some recklessness next to her, she had long heard of Xuanmo's name, and this organization, in the war five years ago, had indeed made great contributions to the human race, and they couldn't help but join in the cheers.

But those princes, who can become the overlord of one side, are naturally not mortals, they quietly look at the crazy crowd, and in the sky, like the immortal Xuanmo.

In the darkness, a feminine voice whispered: "It turned out to be a soul separation, this Xuanmo is afraid that it has nothing to do with the underworld!" ”

The voice was so small that only a small, eyed, thin man beside him could hear it.

It's a pity that the latter didn't pay attention to these words at all, but looked at the Xuanmo in the air, and the corner of his mouth went straight to his chest.

"Xianghai, what are you doing? Won't you? Such a man's wife fascinates you like this? He's not as pretty as me, okay! The feminine voice was the ghost.

Xiang Hai "slipped away", sucked back the saliva that was about to fall, and said: "Ghost Li, look at this Xuanmo, is it exactly the same as the person I asked you to find?" ”

Ghost Li looked at it carefully, and then whispered "ouch" and said, "Don't say it, it's really like!" It's just a lot younger than the woman I'm looking for. ”

Xiang Hai looked confused, and muttered: "My Angeli! ”

"Brother Hai, you are more eye-catching, that is the leader of Xuanmo, how can I fall in love with you!" Ghost Li rolled his eyes and whispered.

"Ghost Li, please be eye-catching, who wants her to fall in love with me, I just want her person!" Xiang Hai also rolled his eyes, and then returned to his original lazy appearance.

It's just that the little eyes behind the glasses, glowing.

Xiang Hai Guili is the shadow, and the two of them did not choose to become a prince, but with the funding of Xiong Fatzi, Lao Cao, 9527 and Qi Han, they established the Shadow Organization.

They inquire for information, conduct black market transactions, and even assassinate them.

There are not many core members of the shadow organization, but all of them are elusive masters, and this organization only selects three abilities of divine soul evolutionaries, namely light, sound waves, and soul guidance.

Light stealth assassination voyeurism, sound wave eavesdropping, soul inducing people to hide memory, all the purpose is in intelligence.

Xuan Mo saw that the crowd below had been pushed to the point of being close to madness by his own soul, and the corners of his mouth smiled a little cruelly, and then said loudly:

"Poor human beings, your mortal enemy, the Yin Emperor, is at the Yuelai Inn in the north of the city, killing everyone in the inn, for the continuation of the human race, sacrifice is inevitable, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”