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Except for the hint of trembling, it didn't seem harmful.

But the Lord of Hell clearly felt that his control over this world had begun to gradually decline, as if ordinary people had been injected with anesthetics, and the feeling of numbness was spreading little by little.

The Lord of Hell and his world are naturally in a situation where both glory and loss are lost.

If you don't make a remedy, it will really be too late, and you will be swallowed up by the end and become a pitiful firewood.

The Lord of Hell had seen those firewoods before, some of them were no less powerful than their own, but they could only curl up in the "corner", not even daring to move.

At that moment, the Lord of Hell was terrified.

"A choice has to be made."

The "flame" body of the Lord of Hell swayed, and he had to abandon the "Hell" that he had been running for countless years, which was already extremely powerful.

Otherwise, even he himself will be swept up in the end, become firewood, become a puppet, and finally disappear completely.

Stretching out a hand, the originally calm white bone earth surged again, but this time it was not a huge face, but it became like the sea, setting off a monstrous wave of white bones, engulfing the past towards the hollow that eventually emerged.

The Lord of Hell can only use this method for the time being, temporarily blocking the erosion of the end, so that his "broken arm" behavior has enough time to reduce some losses.

A large number of bones sprung up in the black hollow swirl.

Then, the face of the Lord of Hell changed again.

At the moment when those bones appeared in the black hollow, the river of the end that flowed quietly from inside suddenly became violent, suddenly turning from a small river into a roaring and rushing river.

This change was unexpected by the Lord of Hell.

And what he didn't expect was still to come.

A hand reached out of the black swirl, grabbed the nearest bone, and shook it twice, as if to check what it was.

Then it was casually thrown away.

With this throwing action, the sea of bones around the whirlpool also shook violently, and then turned into pieces little by little from the beginning, scattered in this void.

"How is it possible, even if it is firewood, it is impossible to hide in the final Jedi!"

The Lord of Hell felt as if he had fed all the endless years he had spent at this moment, and he had become like an ordinary person, and his mood swings were extremely great.

He knew very well that behind the empty whirlpool was the final Jedi, the place where everything ended.

It can be said that there is no "any" there, only the end.

But what did the Lord of Hell see?

He saw a "human" emerge from the Dead End, a human—at least human.

Dressed in black, the only thing that is different from a human is his eyes.

There are no black eyes, no white eyes, no pupils, some are just completely black, like a black hole, devouring all the light.

"You, yes, who!"

The Lord of Hell looked at the man who had come out of the Final Jedi and asked word by word.

Liu Mu looked at the Lord of Hell, looked around again, and asked, "This is your world?" ”

"What do you say?" The Lord's body gradually changed, and he changed from his original blue flame soul state to a human form.

"Well, but not right away." Liu Mu glanced around and smiled at the Lord of Hell.

The eyes of the Lord of Hell narrowed slightly: "You haven't answered me yet, what are you?" ”

"It's supposed to be called firewood, right?" Liu Mu smiled and said, there was no half temperature in the smile, there was just endless coldness.

"Firewood?" The Lord of Hell said, "Even firewood will never stay in the final Jedi for long. ”

"Then it proves that the path I have chosen, there is no mistake, at least I can continue to walk." Liu Mu said, "Since you forcibly pulled my clone in, then give me this world." ”

The rivers of the end roared around Liu Mu's body.

"Why the hell is this happening!"

The expression on the face of the Lord of Hell did not change much, but he was roaring wildly inside.

Firewood and the power of the end are considered to be a kind of "symbiotic" relationship, if they are paired with firewood, they will inevitably face the power of the end.

However, it is absolutely impossible for firewood to control the power of the end so freely as the person in front of him.

For firewood, the power of the end is poisoned wine, which can quench thirst, but it can kill them even more.

The person in front of him is not like this, and the ultimate power around him is even controlled by him.

However, the Lord of Hell did not have time to think about it, because when Liu Mu said those words, the river of the end that surrounded him began to spread in all directions, and began to engulf the world like a tidal wave.

"Let me see how much you can do." Said the Lord of Hell.

If it was a simple final force, it would not be a problem for him to "break his arm" to save himself, but now the situation is completely different.

The choice of the Lord of Hell is naturally self-evident.

In the sea of bones under his feet, a powerful corpse with a terrifying aura began to stand, resisting the torrent of the end, approaching Liu Mu, the "king" in the middle of the torrent.

After all, the Lord of Hell is also the Most High Being, and he also has a place in the Supreme Council "among the gods".

Among the towers, he is the one who stands at the top of the pyramid.

Although the performance just now was a bit of a gaffe, it was because of the end of the day, and if it was the arrival of other supreme powers, the performance of the face of the end would not be much better than that of the Lord of Hell.

Among the gods, in the world closest to the top of the Tower, some powerful men formed the Supreme Council.

The powerful beings didn't set up the High Council for the sake of coercion or anything, but to become stronger, to open the way to the top, and why did they do it.

Naturally, it is to survive under the ultimate power that destroys everything.

Confronting a force that could destroy him, and in a rather sudden and eerie way, the Lord of Hell's beginning gaffe is understandable.

The Corpse Bone Legion rushed into the final wave, and the Lord of Hell looked at Liu Mu and said, "If it's just the title of firewood, I don't think it's suitable for you." ”

"Really?" Liu Mu replied nonchalantly.

"Why don't you call yourself the Lord of the End? Speaking of which, we never imagined that there would be a 'human' who could manipulate the power of the end in such a way that the power of the end would pass as if it were your realm. The Lord of Hell said.

Liu Mu looked at the Lord of Hell with black eyes and laughed silently.

"Huh." The Lord of Hell responded with a grim smile, and the army of bones went berserk in an instant.

At this moment, a roar came from the river of the end, and the hunt and the shadows of the end floated in the river, colliding with the army of bones.

Then, a large number of other "creatures" began to appear in the River of the End.

There are winged birdmen, all kinds of fierce beasts.

These are all powerful existences that Liu Mu swallowed up to the end when he was in the abyss, and now they have all become his puppets, not the puppets of the end, but his puppets.

Of course, everything is tainted with the breath of end, including Liu Mu himself.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a puppet of the end.

"You can still control such a number of golems." The eyes of the Lord of Hell faltered.

"Don't get distracted."

Liu Mu's voice appeared from behind the Lord of Hell.

The Lord of Hell turned around suddenly, and saw the other man's hand grabbing at him, without any trace of fireworks, or rather, this grasp had begun to annihilate everything!

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Among the gods.

A world closest to the top of a tower.

Towers have existed for many, many years, and there are naturally many strong people born from various worlds.

It's as if the powerhouses of the abyss know the existence of the ultimate power, and know that the power that destroys everything is destroying the world they live in.

Of course, the powerhouses of other worlds will know this as well.

Therefore, for countless years, a large number of domain-breaking powerhouses have left their own world and gone to the upper floors of the tower to find the hope left behind by the tower's owner.

With a common goal, there will naturally be struggles and there will be organizations.

Between the gods, it is the place where the strong are constantly fighting, cooperating, and compromising.

For countless years, there have been a large number of beings who can be called "gods" in other worlds entering and rising, and there have also been many "gods" who have fallen.

The most powerful in this world has established a High Council.

There are a total of thirteen seats in the council, representing the thirteen strongest of the tallest in the tower.

There is no doubt that these thirteen beings are the ones who are most likely to come to the top of the tower and find the "hope" left by the tower's owner.

The world among the gods is very different from the ordinary world.

The whole world was like a Roman gladiatorial arena, but it was countless times larger, and it stood in the void.

On the circular square, there are all kinds of completely different "venues", large and small, and dotted.

Some small "fields" are like a ten-meter by ten-meter ring, large venues, the area alone is enough to exceed the surface area of the entire earth.

But visually, there is no difference in size.

These "venues", or even the world, divide the square of the gladiatorial arena into a thousand parts, as if they were rooms.

The name among the gods is also derived from this.

After all, they are extremely powerful existences, even if there are some struggles, they rarely go down in person, and their choice is to let their men and chess pieces fight in this gladiatorial arena instead of them.

Defeat and death do not affect them either.

You must know that the ultimate goal of the "gods" who can come to the gods is to live.

They don't fight each other to the death when they don't have to.

Of course, if there is a suitable opportunity, the gods will not hesitate to make each other fall, take everything from each other, and make themselves stronger.