There are colorless souls in this world.

Where is this, so dim.

I couldn't move, my whole body was weak, and I felt tired like suffocation.

Di Zi'an opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was a gray chaos in front of him, as if he was in a quagmire, and he couldn't even turn his head to look around.

It was surrounded by sticky, disgusting black mud, drowning Di Zi'an's whole body in it.

The body seems to become not like its own, it can't move, and the surface of the skin is a burning pain, but over time, it gradually becomes invisible, as if it has been assimilated.

These black filthy and viscous dirt are not dirt in the true sense of the word, but the embodiment of sin in this world, which has an incomparably powerful corrosive force on all intelligent life, and ordinary life is only afraid that it will be polluted at the moment of contact.

Dizi'an is not an extraordinary person, but after being completely immersed in this black mud, he cannot resist the erosion.

It's so noisy, and the noise keeps ringing in my ears, which is countless curses full of resentment, one by one, very clear.

Sick of it.

Uncontrollably irritability surged in his heart, and with it, a blurred figure appeared in front of him, slowly becoming clear, and becoming a person.

There are people I know and I don't know, there are villagers I have seen in the demon world, there are friends I know in the real world, and Mrs. Oran and her tenants in the bounty world...... They are all doing the same thing, which is to point at their noses with crazy and unjustified swearing.

Even the Buddha has three points of anger, not to mention being scolded like this, Di Zi'an can't restrain his anger,

A mere mortal dares to do this to himself, really, looking for death!

The arrogance of being a transcendent, and the anger that was ignited, at this moment, the power seemed to return to the body, and in an instant, the cold light surged, and those figures were torn to pieces in an instant.

The world is pure.

In the world of the mind, the blue illusory sunflower is dyed with a touch of pure black, spreading from the petals, slowly dyeing the entire center of the flower.

Di Zi'an calmed down his mood a little, and before he had time to enjoy a moment of rest, a new figure appeared in front of him,

There were the most beautiful girls in the previous class, as well as Inos, who was wearing a white gauze dress with a veil, and Wen Zhujun, who was soaking wet and delicate in her arms that time......

And the charming and charming Therea.

Beautiful women with different styles appeared in front of their eyes, with affection,

Di Zi'an only felt that his body had regained control, and the warm current surging up from his lower abdomen spread throughout his body.

Each one, all wanted, with a feverish desire in their eyes.

In his mind, the darkness continued to spread downward, little by little, like the root of the heart.

......

"Yin Lingxiu, since you're here, why don't you come out and meet your old friends. Treya sat at the top of the church tower, her slender legs hanging in the air under her black robe, and if anyone looked up from below, they might be lucky enough to witness the scene of spring.

But there could be no one here, and on her, the whole church was filled with sticky black mud, covering every corner, and Dizi'an was in the deepest part of this church.

"Assimilation has already begun, and even if you make a move now, it won't help. Treya muttered to herself into the air, as if there was a figure there that had not yet appeared.

"I don't need to do it. Yin Lingxiu's voice sounded faintly, and Treya's pretty eyebrows raised,

"Also, for Jialan, it's not worth mentioning how much that horizontal walking is. ”

"You're wrong," Yin Lingxiu's figure appeared on the other spire, stepping on the spire, and the black robe moved in the wind, "Every walk is precious, and for Jialan, it is the most important treasure." ”

"Yes......" Treya laughed as if she had heard something funny, and the laughter was so charming that the flowers trembled.

"Then why, banished me here. Am I not the one who walks?"

Once upon a time, Treya used to be Jialan's walker, and not only that, but she was also known as the most likely walker to be promoted to the master's seat.

"Is it just because I failed to be promoted?" The voice suddenly became cold, like a demon under the Nine Springs.

Yin Lingxiu's face did not change, even if the person in front of him was a Jialan walking in the same era as him, and the aura that once shrouded her body was even more dazzling than herself.

But after failing to be promoted to sainthood, she went off the rails and embarked on a path that the Jialan camp did not tolerate.

The path to self-fulfillment with endless sinful karma.

Because of this, he was banished to the bounty world by the Jialan camp, although this world is not subordinate to Jialan, but because of some of its special features, Jialan's supervision of it has never been relaxed for a moment.

And Treya was sent here to help Jialan's supervision, but this can't be changed, the dispatch is ostensibly a mission, but it is actually exile.

"After so much time, you still don't dare to step into the realm of saints and ascend to the throne of the master. Yin Lingxiu didn't answer her question, but just said that he didn't open which pot and which pot he said,

Treya's face suddenly turned rather bad, but Yin Spirit continued,

"You're still scared, Angola Manuelle," Yin Lingxiu said the taboo name without hesitation, and Treya's face changed drastically, "You're crazy......"

Then, as if thinking of something, he breathed a sigh of relief, but bit his lip in shame.

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

"All the evil of this world, the head of the evil god of darkness, the Zoroastrian god of good, Olmazd, the antithesis of the Creator Ahura Mazda. ”

"The true god of the multiverse, the ultimate horror of devouring all things with sin in a mirrored infinite world, Treya, you are afraid of him. Once you become a saint with endless karma of sin, that One will perceive you. ”

Now Treya is as small as an ant in front of the righteous gods, but once she is promoted to the Sin Saint and the Jialan Throne, then the divine realm is no longer so unattainable and illusory.

But the worst thing is that the end of this path has been occupied by other beings, and at this time he will not notice the ant of Treya, but once Treya is promoted, she will become an existence that may threaten her godhood,

There is no doubt that the god of evil, who has destroyed countless worlds, will do everything in his power to destroy Treya, or devour her and become an embodiment of herself.

Because of this, even if the accumulation was enough and all the conditions were met, Treya still did not dare to be promoted to saint.

"Is that what you're talking about?" it took a long time for Treya to speak coldly.

"No, I'm here to get the Dao Mark, it's not easy to find you, but fortunately, my disciple found you. Yin Spiritual's words were beyond Treya's expectations.

"Disciple, you just watched him assimilated into the embodiment of evil?" Treya was puzzled.

Yin Lingxiu smiled, "If it is so easy to assimilate, then it can't be called a colorless soul." ”

Inside the church, Di Zi'an, who was completely engulfed in black mud, and the sunflowers in the mental world had been completely dyed black, and the black continued to fall, as if it wanted to erode the last roots together.

Down, down, all the way to the end of the branch, but,

There was nothing there!

The whole heart flower has no roots that were born from the beginning, and the further down it goes, the thinner it is, and the further down it goes, the more vain it becomes.

Until finally, where the seed germinated, there,

There was an emptiness.

Outside the church, Treya's heart shook and screamed,

"No, it can't be, how can there be such a fire, how is it lit without the foundation of existence!"

"There is no basis for existence, or rather, the basis for existence is,"

"Nothingness. A touch of admiration appeared on Yin Lingxiu's face, it was a miracle of admiration, even if it was a great being like him who could hold a miracle in his hands, he couldn't help but admire the miracle.

Inside the church, Dizi'an struggled to raise his head, as heavy as carrying a mountain on his back, surrounded by precipitated darkness and despair.

But it doesn't matter, you have the last light yourself. On the inside of the trench coat, a card that was almost forgotten by Di Zi'an bloomed with a faint light, although faint,

But it was not extinguished by the darkness around it, and it was strong, that is,

"Hopefully. ”