The Blood Spirit Beast's divine consciousness came to the Lost Realm out of its body, and fell into a state of fake death and disorientation. Because Qin Hao had the blood of the Blood Spirit Beast in his body, Qin Hao's divine sense was actually drawn into the Lost Realm.

The same as the blood spirit beast, it was Qin Hao who was in the demon spirit cave, his body was still decaying and recovering, but he stood motionless, very similar to the blood spirit beast that had lost his soul.

Although Qin Hao's divine consciousness was led to the lost realm, the half of his divine consciousness was not lost, and he was still in a state of consciousness.

"I should have fought with three hundred demon spirits, how did I suddenly come here? Besides, I can't feel the presence of my body, what the hell is going on? ”

If you taste this sentence carefully, you can find Qin Hao's horror, which is the fear of the unknown realm.

"It was pitch black, but I could sense something strange. I couldn't feel my body, and I couldn't reach out to touch the foreign objects. What the hell happened to me? Qin Hao calmed himself down as much as possible, relying on his dark perception to guard against the foreign objects around him.

The time in the Lost Realm did not stop passing because of Qin Hao's doubts, but the divine consciousness that belonged to the Blood Spirit Beast and Qin Hao kept drifting, and there was no sign of stopping.

Qin Hao couldn't stop his divine consciousness from stopping, so he could only let his divine consciousness drift irregularly. However, no one could have imagined that this wandering would last for five years.

"Hey! It's been five years. I was in this state for five years. Where the hell is this damn place? Qin Hao scolded angrily in his heart, and this angry scolding was full of helplessness.

There is only a lost divine consciousness in the lost realm, and as the only sober divine consciousness, Qin Hao only talks to his mind.

There are no bloodthirsty zombies around here, no mutants who can evolve, no hot scorching earth, no sun, moon and stars, and most importantly, friends that Qin Hao can confide in.

In the five years that his consciousness wandered, Qin Hao had to recall the bumpy love road between him and Yang Xue over and over again, worrying about Wang Haocai, who was fat and full of money, and wanted to find a fat daughter-in-law. He can't forget the bloody battle in front of the Kaipu City Government Building, and he can't lose the past of Yoshizawa City's outwitted three heroes. Because these things are the only precious memories left after he woke up from Wushan.

Five years is not a short time. Qin Hao thought that he was used to loneliness, but now Qin Hao understood that what he thought of loneliness was just the unwillingness in his heart.

Qin Hao was unwilling to be deprived of his memory, and he did not accept his fate and became a fan.

After waking up from Wushan, one thing after another happened, making Qin Hao feel tired, and even in the Demon Spirit Cave, Qin Hao's body was repeatedly decayed and repaired, and at the same time, he had to face the killing of three hundred demon spirits, which made Qin Hao feel that time was extremely urgent.

Now in the five years of the Lost Realm, the last thing Qin Hao lacks is time. While thinking about Yang Xue and Wang Haocai and others, he thoroughly analyzed what he had done over and over again.

"My body was inexplicably transformed, and when I woke up in Wushan, the earth was already unrecognizable. Humans have become zombies and mutants, and skeletal remains can be seen everywhere. ”

"In Kaipu City, I met the man in black that I remembered and led to the meeting at the Brown Church in Yoshizawa City. In the end, I didn't expect that the five people who came turned out to be members of the Buyi clan, and I was the young master of the Buyi clan. ”

"In the mouths of Cheng Ning's five people, I know about the Dark Moon Organization. And it's this organization that has transformed my body. They put small microchips on my heart and watched my every move. When the small chip was taken out by the nurse ****, the Dark Moon Organization sent six more successfully transformed humans to hunt me down. Now that Jiang Xu and Mo Shan are dead, the four people who went to Qiangu City to kill me must have also found out that I was in the base. ”

"All these things point to the Dark Moon Organization, which is mysterious and powerful, and even a country is easily unshakable. What I can't figure out is what the mastermind behind the Darkmoon Organization does, and what is the purpose? ”

Qin Hao has been in the lost realm for five years, speculating repeatedly about the ins and outs of things, but in the end he still failed to come up with any results. Even when he was unconscious in the past, a picture of a sleeping baby came to his mind, was that newborn baby him? And the couple standing by the cradle are his parents?

However, even if Qin Hao spent five years thinking about all these mysteries, he still couldn't get an answer. It seems that in Qin Hao's life, there is always a palm that covers the sky, holding the truth in the palm of his hand, if the palm does not want to stretch out, then this fog representing the truth will never see the day.

A sigh sounded quietly in Qin Hao's heart, Qin Hao wanted to break out of the dark and lost realm, but he had more than enough strength and could only turn into a thick sigh.

Time flew by again, and Qin Hao, who had turned into a divine consciousness, had been floating in the Lost Realm for fifteen years.

In the past fifteen years, Qin Hao's words to ask and answer himself have become less and less, as if there was a mysterious force in this world, making him Qin Hao forget all the past things in the passage of time.

When Qin Hao's divine consciousness was trapped in the twentieth year of the Lost Realm, Qin Hao's divine consciousness had already been blurred.

In this year, Qin Hao only said one sentence to himself, that is, to tell himself that he was Qin Hao, he wanted to find his beloved Yang Xue on the day of the falling snow, he wanted to retrieve his memories and find out his previous life experience.

After thirty years of wandering between the Blood Spirit Beast and Qin Hao's divine sense, Qin Hao's consciousness was almost completely scattered, and there were only a few short words in his mind, Yang Xue, memory, and life experience.

Now Qin Hao only remembers those six words, and even the months of memories that he thought could not be erased after he woke up in Wushan slowly dissipated in the Lost Realm.

Qin Hao remembered those six words, but with his consciousness almost all scattered, he couldn't remember why he had to memorize them.

Fifty years is half a human life, but in the Lost Realm, it seems to be a flick of a finger, and now Qin Hao's consciousness is only a trace left. In this only trace of consciousness, the six words left in my mind from thirty years have now become the two words of Qin Hao.

Qin Hao and the Blood Spirit Beast's divine consciousness had been floating in the Lost Realm for fifty years, and even if Qin Hao was still awake now, he couldn't estimate how far he had wandered, and he didn't know if there was a boundary here.

However, Qin Hao's divine consciousness had been floating for fifty-five years, and in this pitch-black and boundless lost realm, three whirlpools suddenly appeared out of thin air, and this whirlpool was still small as a sesame seed at first. But five years later, the diameter of the three vortices had expanded to 100 zhang.

The whirlpool of the hundred zhang is like the mouth of a fierce beast, and there seems to be an infinite suction force in it, mercilessly sucking the divine consciousness floating in the lost realm into the mouth.

The divine consciousness that Qin Hao combined with the blood spirit beast, after the vortex formed a hundred zhang, could not escape the doom of being inhaled after all, and was sucked into the whirlpool in the middle three months later.

However, Qin Hao, who was about to be lost now, did not know that this whirlpool would be a crucial point in his life.