Chapter 1019 Origin (8)

The black hole in the western sky, like a gloomy eye, stares at this abandoned land. It was also a sun that was turned into a black hole by the catastrophe of the gods. Ye Qingcheng knew that it was the most terrifying thing in the universe, and once it was sucked in, no matter how strong the god was, it would be a dead end. He glanced up at the black hole, and everything was like a dream, a nightmare he couldn't understand.

This nightmare has become more and more confusing since the moment of Roselle's death.

Now, he was confused, looking at everything around him in a trance, not knowing what to do.

Most of what he did was to save Roselle, but now there is little hope. Later, he tried to save his mother, but he couldn't do anything, and then his sister ...... He didn't even know if the girl was his sister now.

Ye Jingyu took one last look at him, which made him creepy, and he didn't know her anymore for a moment.

In the dead silence, suddenly the snoring of the mad demon god was heard, and he drank some wine, contented himself on the fallen pillar, and fell asleep.

"I'm just a fairy, and according to the rules of the age of the gods, I'm not qualified to live in a tree. Ye Qingcheng stood up in despair.

He has no strength to manage the affairs here, and he is not qualified to reveal the truth here. His only thought now is to go back to the human world and be with his brothers, so that he will feel more real.

His mother was certain dead, there was no hope of resurrecting Roselle, and there was no reason for him to stay here except his sister.

Thinking of his sister's smiling face, he hesitated again.

At this moment, at the entrance of the ancient temple of the Black Hole Cave, a silver figure suddenly appeared.

I saw that Luo Shen, who was wearing a silver cheongsam, was standing at the door of the ancient temple, looking at him with a grudge!

Ye Qingcheng's heart instantly became angry, and said, "Since you don't dislike Lao Tzu's small life, Lao Tzu will give it to you!"

Roselle stood there, his eyes filled with grievances, and he flew backwards quietly, disappearing into the darkness in a few moments.

"Isn't it just a life?" At this time, Ye Qingcheng was completely annoyed. There are at least a trillion ghosts and corpses that have died here, and he is not less than one. However, even if he dies, he must uncover the truth!

He put away the wine gourd, and then set up the sleeping demon god and carried it behind him.

"It's so heavy!" he said with difficulty, the demon god was behind him, as heavy as a mountain, but the demon god did not wake up because of this.

Here, Ye Qingcheng can be said to be useless, the only thing left is wisdom, which is the equality of all beings. Of course, he would not go directly to the Ancient Temple, and go alone to be equivalent to death.

His only choice is to carry the demon god on his back and use him as a shield at a critical time.

He couldn't move quickly with the demon god on his back, so he could only walk towards the ancient temple with heavy steps. With the "talisman" of gods and demons, Ye Qingcheng felt a little confident in his heart.

When entering the ancient temple, the light suddenly dimmed, and there was no sound in the silent hall, let alone Ye Jingyu and Luo Shen.

Ye Qingcheng walked step by step in the hall covered with ashes, looking around nervously, his spirit was highly concentrated, and before he knew it, drops of sweat had flowed down his cheeks. His goal was clear, and he walked straight to the secret door that his mother had found before she died.

"Whew...... Call...... Call. ”

In the huge ancient hall, the snoring of the demon god clearly echoed. All kinds of stenches emanated from him, almost so much that Ye Qingcheng couldn't open his eyes.

With the talisman of the demon god, the hidden things in the hall really didn't dare to act rashly.

Ye Qingcheng smoothly walked to the position of the secret door, the secret door was vertically downward, and the door buckle was a green jade ancient ring, he hesitated to reach out his hand, hold the ancient jade ring, and then suddenly pulled it away.

In an instant, countless voices from a long time ago came up.

There are women's crisp laughter, men's drunken shouting, heroic greetings, children's frolicking, etc., thousands of voices converge together, forming an extremely noisy torrent, pouring into Ye Qingcheng's ears.

In his mind, a grand banquet of millions of immortals instantly appeared.

"Come, drink!"

Suddenly, the demon god heard something from the torrent of mixed sounds, and then shouted a dream word. Ye Qingcheng was already very nervous, but he was frightened by this sentence and his feet weakened, he staggered forward half a step, and planted directly with the demon god on his back.

Under the secret door, the ancient voice is sealed, and the excitement of the gods is no longer there, leaving the noise empty, which seems extremely lonely and weird.

It is like an infinitely deep ancient well, and under the secret door is an abyss ten zhang wide. The demon god was still asleep in the process of falling, and the hasty Ye Qingcheng sat on top of him and fell with him.

I don't know where the abyss leads, but it's certainly a hidden passage inside the tree. He didn't know where it led, as for the depth, it was about hundreds of thousands of miles from the treetops to the roots, and if it was a dark passage that went straight up and down, at this rate of falling, it wouldn't be able to fall to the bottom for months.

Fortunately, the demon god didn't wake up, his snoring was still ringing, and just as Ye Qingcheng, who was sitting on him, was rejoicing, a crashing sound suddenly sounded.

"Bang !!"

The fallen demon god crashes into a floating cloud of gray fire!

The terrible gray fire was smashed to pieces. The splashing remnants of fire did not melt the body of the demon god, nor did it even burn him, he was still asleep, and he did not react at all. Not only that, but the ash flame that he hit was also like a fire to cotton wool, and quickly self-immolated!

Ye Qingcheng has seen this strange power of gray fire, it can directly incinerate the thunder spirit, and even Ye Jingyu said that she will be burned to death if she touches it. In other words, it has the power to kill the gods in an instant.

However, it is still insignificant in front of the demon god.

In this way, Ye Qingcheng is more confident. He seemed to have some clue and some confidence in unraveling the final truth. Although the demon god is crazy, he is an ancestral path after all, and it doesn't matter if his strength has slipped many times, in this era of the destruction of the gods, he is invincible.

As they fell, they slammed into clouds of gray fire from time to time, shattering them without exception. However, what puzzled Ye Qingcheng was that the gray flames there seemed to be a little conscious, the larger they were, the more they knew how to avoid danger, and the smaller they were, the more sluggish they were. As for those large gray fire clouds, when the demon god is about to fall, they will naturally hide, while the small ones will react a little slowly.

"How can this gray flame be conscious?" Ye Qingcheng said, "Could it be some kind of remnant soul?"

This kind of thing, like a being between a beast and a tree, this species is difficult to define, it has a certain mind, but it is not high, it knows how to avoid danger, it knows how to recognize the breath of danger, but it cannot think, it can catch its prey, but it does not design traps.

As a result, Ye Qingcheng was confused again.

If the gray flame can't set a trap, how can it know that it will become Roselle? This is clearly a trap.

"There's another possibility. Ye Qingcheng pondered: "There is something hidden here, its weapon is this gray flame." ”

The fall lasted for a stick of incense, and in the dim deep well, Ye Qingcheng kept thinking. At this time, honeycomb-like ancient caves began to appear on the surrounding damp ancient walls. In Ye Qingcheng's mind, a picture suddenly appeared.

When the sacred tree was still alive, hundreds of millions of people multiplied on the tree, and they were like insects on the tree. The more powerful they are, the more fat and big bugs they are, and they gnaw the whole tree into wormholes. In the end, when the sacred tree died, all the "bugs" also died.

Now, there are empty holes in the trees, showing their greed.

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng's heart throbbed, staring at a tunnel, as if something was calling him.

So he jumped down from the demon god, grabbed him violently, and threw him with all his strength towards the mouth of the cave, and finally, he jumped up and landed first at the mouth of the cave, carrying the sleeping demon god on his back.

The tunnel is like a dark corridor, leading straight into the distance, with no end in sight. On the walls on both sides of the tunnel, there are ancient lamps, but the lights have been extinguished, and only the ancient lamp brackets remain, emitting a faint green glow.

The whole ancient passage is set off by this faint blue light, which is a bit hairy.

Ancient doors appeared on both sides of the passage, some were closed, some were open, some were filled with a pile of rotten bones, and some had nothing inside.

"This corridor should be a prison. Ye Qingcheng guessed breathlessly, "The people who can be directly imprisoned in the holy tree are probably some extremely vicious guys. ”

After walking almost ten miles, the inexplicable and faint feeling in Ye Qingcheng's heart disappeared. He didn't know what was calling him, but now that he didn't have any sense, he sweated profusely and put down the demon god and sat down to rest for a while.

He took off the wine gourd at his waist, pulled off the stopper, and muttered, "This old fellow is too heavy, I can't go far with him on my back, and if I don't carry him, I won't be able to move an inch...... Hey, I also know what Jing Yu's situation is now-"

Suddenly, he stopped talking, remained in the position of being about to drink, and stiffened and did not move. At this moment, in an open ancient room beside him, a gray flame about the size of a candle flame floated out, faint, very similar to a ghost fire.

Because it was too small, it didn't realize the danger of the demon god, it was like a terrifying little monster, floating quietly in Ye Qingcheng's ears, as long as he moved, it could directly attach to his head and incinerate him into a puddle of corpse water. If he doesn't move, it won't breathe and it will get to his ears.

For a moment, his scalp was numb, he held his breath, and he didn't dare to move. The most important thing is that the demon god who has been snoring has stopped snoring at this time.

"I can only open up one hand!" Ye Qingcheng said silently in his heart. Grab it with your hands, then quickly cut off your arm while it is incinerated to buy yourself time.

At this critical moment, the demon god suddenly sneezed.

The little gray flame, like a jellyfish, turned around and fell onto the face of the demon god. However, like a snowflake falling on the red-hot iron, it silently turned into a puff of green smoke, and the demon god reached out and scratched his face, still snoring.

"Whew!" Ye Qingcheng sighed deeply and said to himself: "This kind of place, it's really not something that a little fairy like me can come to, any 'little ghost fire' can easily kill me in seconds." ”

After speaking, he took a few sips of wine, stood up and walked towards an empty ancient room beside him. He didn't have any purpose, he just wanted to take a casual look.

The sacred tree is dead, and the stone door of the ancient chamber is no longer sealed, and it is opened or closed at will.

"Snort. ”

The stone door closed, and he stood alone in the ancient room, looking at the walls, carved with some ancient characters.

The words of the gods are no different from those in the human world, they were all created by Dao Ancestors (not the demon gods outside, but the first generation of ancestral Dao). Although the Dao Ancestor outside lived for hundreds of millions of years, not long after he became the Dao Ancestor, a catastrophe struck.

From the ancient scrolls given to him by Ye Jingyu, it can be inferred that the Demon God's reign as Dao Ancestor has been less than a hundred years, and it is a battle of the gods.

Most of the ancient characters on the walls are insulting, what dragons, ghosts, children are not virtuous, and the abyss steals the supreme power, etc., all of which are words to vent anger.

The most insults are mostly on the abyss, and Ye Qingcheng guesses that this guy should be the last one in control. Like the Emperor of the Dead Kingdom, no matter how merciful he is, he will be burdened with endless infamy, after all, he is the guardian of the sacred tree. However, fortunately, all the gods who knew the history of the gods were all killed by the demon gods, and the only remaining human realm didn't even know what the controller was.

Just as he sighed, a gray reddish flame rose from the blank corner of the wall in the southwest, and it quickly condensed into a shadow.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingcheng turned around without hesitation, walked quickly to the door, and twisted the ancient door. Just as he was about to rush out, he heard a grumbling voice.

"If you want to resurrect me at all costs, why are you like this when you see me?"

He stopped, the ancient door was open, but he didn't rush out. The demon god outside was still snoring, which gave him a little confidence.

"Who are you?" Hearing the voice of longing, Ye Qingcheng's hands and feet were numb.

It's so weird, that unknown enemy, not only knows how to exploit everyone's weaknesses, but also creates illusions. The most incredible thing is, how does it know that he doesn't hesitate to resurrect her?

"Turn around and look me in the eye. ”

Ye Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and turned around slowly, she was still in place and did not approach him. She is wearing a silver cheongsam, with gorgeous patterns on the cheongsam, she is still so amazing, people can look at it, enough to remember for a lifetime.

At this time, there was sadness in her beautiful eyes, which made people extremely distressed. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and she said aggrievedly, "Who am I?"

No one could create such an illusion, and her eyes were exactly the same as the ones he remembered, without the slightest difference.

He is the last Beastmaster, with the ability to see through fire, and no nuance can escape his eyes.

There will be no mistake, if the person in front of her is fake, then the whole world is fake.

"Roselle......" He couldn't believe it, but his heart was already full of sadness, he shook his head and didn't dare to approach, and said, "No, you can't be Roselle." ”

"She's just a part of me. Roselle said, "However, I am her now." ”

In Ye Qingcheng's body, sadness was rushing like a torrent, he kept staring at her, tears dripping unconsciously.

Luo Shen raised his palm, and a gray mist immediately appeared, it swirled in her palm, and quickly condensed into a star field, "Everything is about to be destroyed, and all the creatures I have created cannot escape destruction." The Fire of Doom was born, and it will incinerate this star field into ashes, and no one can escape. ”

Suddenly, a gray flame rose in the "Star Field" in her palm, spreading rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire "Star Field" was annihilated by the gray-red flames.

In an instant, extremely intense sadness and despair appeared in Ye Qingcheng's heart, and he suddenly felt that all thoughts were lost.

It's too tiring to live, and death is relief.

"Come here, I love you all my life, and I haven't kissed you once. Luo Shen stretched out his arms and said, "Come here, let's light this fire of calamity together." ”

Ye Qingcheng turned around and twisted the ancient gate. Then, wiping away the cold tears from his face, he walked towards Roselle with a firm step and an obsessive smile......