"We've got some traitors out there. ”

The 9999th layer of the Nightmare Realm, in the twisted and terrifying mirror space.

A sore voice sounded.

Like a knife and fork scraped on a smooth porcelain plate.

Dumb.

Neigh.

Indescribable.

It was a fox with a strange smile, gilded coat, pointed cheeks, two eyes squinted, and a smile that revealed a sense of malice.

Its voice continued: "That One has awakened, and our plan has failed. ”

"It's just your plan, Smiling Fox. ”

Another existential voice sounded, and in a faint tone, there seemed to be mockery and disdain, "I never thought that the water of the Yellow Spring could erase the spiritual imprint of 'him'. Your plan is a joke. ”

"It's not useless, at least it's sealed the ontology of 'him'......"

"Seals?"

The voice of ridicule suddenly rose up, as if he had heard some incredible joke, "Walking on the reincarnation stage is just to make 'him' change his appearance, which is meaningless at all." ”

The source of this sound is also a strange existence.

It is a white paper figure.

It is like a child's paper-cut handwork, with rough and simple lines, outlining the shape of a big-headed doll.

There are hands, there are feet, and there are hollowed-out eyes and mouths on the face.

The paper figure was only the size of a palm, and it floated in the air like a leaf with Erlang's legs crossed.

“...... Forget it, let's not dwell on the past. ”

The smiling fox was silent for a moment and diverted the topic, "Let's go back to the topic just now." We've got some traitors......"

"Traitor. ”

"Yes, they are serving that one, and have become 'his' lackeys. They betrayed their kind. The smiling fox said.

"And what are you going to do? Destroy them?"

The paper man floated up to the smiling fox and stared into its eyes, "If you want to die, don't take us with you." In case it catches 'his' attention......"

"You're thinking too much. ”

Smiling Fox interrupted the paper man, "I just wanted to say that this den has been discovered. 'He' has already been here, and although he hasn't noticed it yet, it's not safe anymore.

"We need to transfer. ”

"It's useless. It's useless to hide. ”

The paper man's head rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, and it shook its head, "As long as 'his' existence never disappears, we will be found one day, this is a doomed thing." Because time doesn't make sense.

"Nothing is meaningful if you don't achieve the ultimate. ”

There was silence on the other side.

Time seems to pass very slowly, even at a standstill, in this space.

The sound they use to communicate is not the vibration of the air in the ordinary sense, but the strings of the heart.

It is understandable to all who hear it.

But it's hard to repeat.

Just like their real names, they are shrouded in a mysterious fog.

I don't know how long it has been, but maybe it's just an instant.

The paper man spoke again: "If you don't have a better idea, then go with my plan." ”

"What unrealistic plans have you come up with?" the smiling fox turned his face.

"Make a bet. ”

The paper man said, "With ourselves, we make a bet with 'him'. If we win, he will never be able to speak to us, and if he wins, he will offer ourselves...... Such a bet, 'he' will definitely be interested. ”

It speaks in a calm voice, with extreme madness.

"You're crazy!"

Sure enough, the smiling fox jumped up like a dog with its tail stepped on, "What kind of crazy idea is this? Who is dying?"

"It's the only way. ”

The paper man said, "'He' is a trustworthy being, as long as he can promise to make a bet, he will not break his promise afterwards." ”

"How can you be sure that 'he' will agree to this bet instead of just eating us in one bite?"

"There is a saying in human beings that makes a lot of sense, full of warmth and lust. ”

"So, the first step in this plan, we have to feed 'him'......"

"Who's going to feed it?"

Silent.

There is no vocalization.

The smiling fox sneered: "The first step of your plan is stupid. Don't forget, what a terrible price we paid in the last epoch to put 'him' to sleep......"

"There is no need to be asleep this time. The paper man said sneeringly.

"Well, let's not discuss this. ”

The smiling fox continued to sneer, "The next question, who is going to make this bet with 'him'?"

Or silence.

The two beings glanced at each other, and then, in unison, looked at the third being present.

This has never spoken, and there is no sense of existence.

It is a huge white ball of light.

It resembles a spherical crystal that is crystal clear, but it is not completely rounded, but has countless thousands of extremely fine facets.

It emits a milky white soft light, illuminating everything from the inside out.

"Big ball of light, why don't you go?"

"You have countless tentacles that can penetrate the heavens and all worlds, and you still have so many slaves, you should be fine if you send a clever one. ”

The big ball of light didn't speak.

However, the light on the surface suddenly dimmed, revealing a pattern.

- It's a vertical middle finger.

“......”

In the weird mirror space, three even weirder beings fell into a long silence.

Then came a new round of controversy.

Time doesn't mean anything here.

Ten years have passed since the outside world.

After all, they couldn't argue with a result, maybe they got tired of arguing and stopped for a while.

The smiling fox opened its mouth, swallowed its furry fox tail in one gulp, curled up, and swallowed itself whole like an Ouroboros.

and disappeared into this space.

And the paper figure suddenly rose black flames, burning out in the blink of an eye.

It's gone, too.

In the end, only a dull ball of light remained, suspended alone in this space.

......

......

It's cold and summer, and it's the early spring of another year.

The warbler flies and the grass grows on April days.

A leaf falls on the water, rippling blue waves, startling away a few swimming fish.

The weather in the early spring in the south is warm and warm, the sky is full of white clouds, the sun is high, and people are lazy. The boats on the river are unfrequented during the day, and the fishermen and sailors lean on the railings, chatting and farting comfortably.

Suddenly, there was a storm on the calm water, from far and near.

Then there was a gust of wind and thunder, and I saw two rays of light flying rapidly in the distance, fighting from the air into the water, and the aftermath of the impact shook all directions.

The wind swept wildly, the air trembled, and huge columns of water erupted from the river.

"Oh no, the gods are fighting!"

"Run!"

The mortals on the river suddenly exploded and fled for their lives in panic.

Some people jumped into the water in a panic, but they were beaten by the big waves and disappeared, and the surface of the water was dark red after a while, I don't know if it was fish blood or human blood.

The two rays of light were getting closer and closer, and they could already vaguely see the appearance of the person coming.

One of them was an old man with a crane-haired face, holding a spirit flag, and his body was full of black air, and the other was a horse-faced man with a hooked nose, with a slender body and black clothes fluttering like the wings of a bat.

The two collided violently, and then separated in an instant, and neither took advantage.

However, the air wave swept over the building ship below, the mast broke and the sail broke, and the sawdust flew everywhere. But the two didn't take a second look, and their bodies invariably stopped, locking on each other's qi.

It was frozen in mid-air.

"Black Bolt, what you want is not in my hands, why are you chasing after it?"

Finally, the crane-haired old man couldn't help but speak first.

The man on the other side sneered, obviously not believing: "Old ghost, don't you think this seat is blind? This seat saw that kid give you something with his own eyes, and hand it over immediately, otherwise don't blame this seat for being ruthless!"

"That thing is fake!"

The old man with crane hair hurriedly brushed it off, "You were tricked by that kid surnamed Lin, and he also lied to me! That thing must still be in his hands, don't believe you go to him......"

"I don't need you to say it, this seat will also go to Lin Hao. Stealing something and daring to steal to this seat, you two are really bold. ”

The Black Bolt King's face was gloomy, and he roared angrily, "Before that, this seat will kill you first!"

"Black Bolt King, don't push people too much! You and I are both supernatural powers, why fight to lose both sides and cheapen others......"

"Less nonsense, take your life!"

The two of them didn't talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, and the conversation broke down in a moment.

Then there was a burst of sword light and sword shadows, and the spells flew together, until the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark. In the end, it was the man known as the Black Bat King who came out on top, and a pair of eagle talons hollowed out the heart of the crane-haired old man, cutting off his vitality.

And he himself suffered a heavy blow, groped a few times on the old man's corpse, and then hurried away.

"Plop!"

The corpse of the dead Divine Realm monk fell into the river, and the essence and blood escaped, which was full of aura, causing a group of fish to peck at it.

There are also mortals who are not afraid of death who come by boat and cast their nets to fish.

Legend has it that if you eat a bite of the flesh of an immortal, you can live forever. Although it is an untoned rumor, there are always people who believe it.

These people couldn't see it, and a gray-white soul fire floated out from the corpse's spiritual platform, vaguely the appearance of the crane-haired old man.

The monk of the Divine Realm, the soul of the god is just formed, and he can escape into the void. After the body falls, its soul will not enter reincarnation for a moment and a half, and if it can find the body that has been taken away, it is a new life.

But very few monks do.

Because the art of seizing away is harmful to heaven and harmony, and it is not tolerated by heaven. Even if he is reborn, the days to come will be full of disasters and hardships, and he will be wearing small shoes during the catastrophe, and nine times out of ten he will be chopped into ashes.

However, the old man did not seem to have any scruples.

He is a stream of evil cultivators, and it is common for him to act against the sky. It's just that among the mortals who came nearby, there was no body that he could look at.

"I don't even have a single person who has the qualifications to practice...... It's really annoying old man!"

The spirit can't be away from the body for too long, and it's too late to look for it farther away.

The old man was about to pinch his nose and take a look, but at this time, he saw a light boat on the river not far away.

There was one person on the boat who was independent.

Dressed in black and with white hair.

Like a little snow on a distant mountain, it suddenly comes from the painting, and the ink on the tip of the pen splashes the frost all over the sky.

The clouds were reflected in the river, and the water was reflected in his eyes.

Sparkling, dark floating.

The light boat is windless and automatic, like a fallen leaf drifting with the waves, slowly moving against the water. In the eyes of the old man's soul, this person was clearly a young cultivator, or the kind of lonely.

"This skin is good!"