After the squirrel scurried into the white mist, the whole white mist underwent a strange change, and the surrounding fog spun like a strange water wave.

In the direction in front of Mo Tian, a breathtaking power slowly emanated. And now facing it again, the depths of the deep water waves seem to have a faint erosion force, making people have the illusion of falling into it.

Between the faint white mist, it can be seen that it is a road!

The path paved with bluestone slabs winds into the distance. I don't know if Mo Tian rejected the squirrel's good fate, whether he chose another path against the Buddha, or if this path has always been here, but the white mist blocked it and was ignored.

Mo Tian took a deep breath, and with a proud smile on his face, he took steps and walked in.

A sense of coolness rushed towards him, as if he had stepped into a world of deep water, but after a while, Mo Tian found that the white fog around him had disappeared!

But as he stepped onto the bluestone path, the white mist suddenly vanished, and there was nothing but darkness in his eyes.

The black dragon wrapped around Mo Tian's arm seemed to be a little uneasy, and roared twice in a low voice, Mo Tian's eyebrows raised, and a trace of horror flashed in his heart. This darkness is not the environment.

Then he gently stretched out his hand and patted the black dragon's head as if comforted, and then he looked up at the darkness in front of him, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips, but he closed his eyes and strode forward.

Only a few steps away, suddenly. A scorching breath rushed towards him, and Mo Tian clearly felt that he was like walking into a sea of fire, and it turned out that with Mo Tian's strength, he could achieve the degree of invulnerability of water and fire. But at this moment, the flames seemed to start burning from every corner of the body, and the skin and flesh of the whole body were being burned by the sudden flames, and the severe pain was surging madly from every corner of the body, and the whole body seemed to be about to be destroyed in this sea of fire.

But his eyes were still closed, and the corners of his mouth were still faintly smiling. Step by step, he walked forward slowly, but continuously.

I don't know when. Feeling that the raging sea of flames slowly receded, and suddenly, a crisp sound of water droplets dripping sounded in his ears. A drop of cold water landed on the tip of Mo Tian's nose, then slowly slid down and gently slid along his lips, moisturizing his dry and cracked lips from burning.

Bang la blah. The dark space around me remembers the sound of a torrential rain. Then, all of a sudden, a loud bang came from the front!

Mo Tian didn't open his eyes, but in his mind, he clearly depicted a terrifying scene, a huge wave, crashing down, sleeping for tens of thousands of years, the sea god, with an uncontrollable anger in his heart. Roll up a frenzy and vow to destroy everything in this world!

The bitter tidal storm almost tore his entire body apart. Even Mo Tian had a feeling at this moment that his body was no longer complete, and had been torn into five parts.

He had seen the Qin Dynasty's chariot splitting capital punishment, and the later five horse corpses, those condemned prisoners probably felt like this, but the pain Mo Tian was suffering at the moment was even more terrifying. It was as if thousands of hands were tearing at him, and he couldn't breathe anymore, as if he was trapped under the deep sea.

Then there was a faint chuckle in the darkness, with ease, pride, and a hint of disdain in the laughter.

Like a thunderclap, the laughter spread out in the endless darkness, and then, all the surrounding waves disappeared!

The silence returned to Mo Tian's side, and in the void, only his footsteps seemed to echo.

Alone, alone!

Even Mo Tian couldn't even feel the existence of the Hell Black Dragon on his arm, as if it had disappeared so abruptly.

Maybe you should take a look, is the black dragon still there, what is the surrounding situation like at the moment, where does the sea of fire and angry waves come from?

This thought, like a vine crawling out of a dark corner, quickly spread in Mo Tian's heart, and at the same time, it was constantly growing.

"The host ......"

Suddenly, a voice called softly behind him, and Mo Tian's rhythmic footsteps paused involuntarily, with a look of disbelief on his face, and then, a little anger appeared on his face, and then, there was a deep look of helplessness.

His eyes were still closed, and his lips moved slightly, as if sorry, as if sighing, and said softly: "Angelette ......"

His thoughts seemed to fly to Israel ten years ago, the Middle Eastern girl he saved, Mo Tian was frustrated for the first time, and for the first time Mo Tian felt helpless about the existence of this world.

It was also the beginning of rolling Mo Tian into that bottomless abyss.

The familiar voice, even the delicate tone, was the same, with a little timid fear, and said, "Master, don't leave Angelette behind. ”

Mo Tian's eyes seemed to see the pair of eyes that once made him heartbeat again, clean as sapphire eyes, and no one in the world was willing to let such eyes shed tears.

Then, he felt his trouser legs tighten, and the girl's hands hugged Mo Tian's legs as if they had been ten years ago. That was the first time Mo Tian felt powerless in the world, and he once roared hysterically, rushing into hell just to find the remnant of the little girl's soul, even if it was the slightest possibility of saving her.

This even became the biggest demon in Mo Tian's heart for a while, until that day he met Liu Feifei, who had the same gaze. That painful memory was swallowed up little by little.

However, it seemed that this was not the end of the story, except for Angeli's voice calling out to him behind him, and slowly, he actually heard the voices of other people, all of whom were unforgettable people in his life.

Zhong Xue!

The first beauty in hell, the younger sister of Zhong Kui Daoren, was on the Spiritless Peak of the Eastern Hell. The young man was affectionate, and for the first time in his heart was moved by the tenderness of the breeze.

It's just that in his heart, what is always tied is his lost memory. What qualifications does an incomplete person like himself have to accept the love of others?

Later, every girl he met was excellent, but Mo Tian never crossed the hurdle in his heart. In fact, he has had countless absurd thoughts, even in the hundreds of years that he has no memory, his identity is a great villain who does all kinds of evil, how can they care?

And the Moon Maiden, Fini!

Zhang Xiaowen, Liu Feifei!

Xiao Miao!

......

Mo Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head, maybe he chose to live like a fairy couple with Zhong Xue in the Eastern Hell, and now, he will probably live happily.

In the words of Madman Lin, you have the things in this world that all men are jealous of, but you are pursuing the most absurd and meaningless things in the world...... Past!

The sound is layered on top of each other, seemingly endlessly, wave after wave, and the past of life is like smoke, and scene by scene flashes by.

Mo Tian's steely heart couldn't help but stir slightly. It was like a faint crack on a hard eggshell, and a faint fine line was revealed in the eternal darkness.

What is the pursuit of this life? It is not that the mysterious realm of falling into darkness forces Mo Tian to think, but he has been thinking about this question since a very early age.

Now he was thinking unconsciously, and as his mind moved, behind him, another voice sounded that made him extremely familiar.

"Little ghost, you are still so useless, do you want to know everything? Kneel down and beg me, haha, if the curator is happy, I will tell you everything. The old man's laughter echoed throughout the space, and Mo Tian's hands clenched unconsciously when he heard this voice.

In this world, there are only two people who can use the title of director so rampantly.

Old man!

Mo Tian's body trembled slightly, and from the depths of his heart, manic and contradictory emotions poured out, and he wanted to turn around and question several times, but he endured it painfully!

Isn't it because of this voice that this life has been rough and miserable? Everything is fake from beginning to end!

Why?!

At this moment, he did not open his eyes, but in his heart he seemed to be able to see the smug smile on the old man's face, as cunning as a fox.

"Little ghost, many things are destined by fate and cannot be changed. ”

It's fate again!

Mo Tian silently clenched his fists. (To be continued......)