This is a blood-colored world, and the wind that slowly blows on his cheeks also carries a strong smell of blood, and the blood-colored full moon hanging high in the sky seems to convey some strange power. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Beneath our feet was a dead plain, with nothing on the blood-colored soil, and it was barren.

There is an eternal aura that reverberates here, slowly swallowing everything here in a gripping and exciting way.

Luo Yi is very unhappy now, maybe angry, maybe remorseful, or sad.

He stood quietly on this blood-colored plain, he didn't know how long he had been standing, he only knew the world, and he hated it.

He hated it from the bottom of his heart.

On his body, a deep black torrent like darkness that had lost all the light pulsed at Luo Yi's fingertips, vaguely devouring everything.

Again and again, Luo Yi hit the world wall of this world, but he failed again and again, not because he couldn't break through the world wall of this world, but because he couldn't feel it at all, this world was like boundless, and he couldn't find the boundary at all.

I can't find it at all, how to break it?

The hand flickered, and the epilogue appeared in his hand.

It was a huge two-handed sword, the pitch-black body of which was like a shadow assassin hidden in the darkness seeking a single blow, without the slightest light, but with a cold aura.

"Here, where is it?" Luo Yi stroked the epilogue, a sense of familiarity from the depths of his soul that made him sigh.

He suddenly understood some things, some things that seemed inadvertent, but in fact they were the result of many people's hard work.

It's like when he met Ace, met Ling Ya, and held the epilogue again.

"Long time no see, old friend. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and the sword body trembled slightly, and a sword roar sounded. It's cold, but it's a little melodious.

"Who the hell are you, why did you find me, can't this world let you exist as you are?" Luo Yi sighed, at this moment he was still him, but he was no longer him.

A huge consciousness was slowly eroding his soul, and if it continued like this, it wouldn't be long before this existence called Luo Yi would be completely erased.

This is also the reason why he was thrown into this world.

This is a world that has long died but is unwilling to die, this world has not been redeemed as it should be, but the world's undead or something, but it is not necessarily bad.

Rather, for the world, the so-called good and bad are too one-sided and ridiculous.

The stars and moon still hanging in the sky still seem to be so gorgeous and magnificent.

But it's just a memory of this world, it's not real, it's just an illusion.

Of course, for those who are in this world, the so-called illusion is absolutely real.

Chains appeared on the epilogue, which were silver, and just looking at it made people can't help but sink all their minds into it.

Chains tightly hold the epilogue tightly, as if they were afraid that something would come out of it. In an instant, Luo Yi understood that the epilogue was a seal.

But what is the seal?

The world suddenly trembled, and the blood-colored wind trembled, like a roar after roar.

In a trance, Luo Yi saw a girl wearing tattered but gorgeous clothes, standing between this heaven and earth.

Behind her, twelve pairs of wings that should have been snow-white were stained with a little blood, and the flawless white was rendered a little black. The crimson golden pupils reflected the scene of the apocalypse, but her face was unwilling.

Tears slowly slid down, but stayed in mid-air. Time stood still, everything stopped at a certain moment, and a little starlight shimmered in the wind.

Luo Yi suddenly understood, it was tears, it was the tears left by the stars.

They who are associated with this world are also unwilling and afraid.

The world is dead, and they will die together and be buried with each other.

The snow-white hair fluttered, fluttered, and drifted to every place and corner of this world.

Tears slipped from his eyes in an instant, and Luo Yi felt that his brain was a little dizzy, but his thinking was still clear. He seemed to see something, above the endless heavens, looking down at everything under his feet.

He was like a god, but a god without freedom.

He felt like he couldn't make any movements, standing on top of the sky, his limbs tightly tied, the silver chains making a crisp sound, but with a hint of mockery and despair.

He looked at his feet, but lost his mind.

Boom, boom, tidal wave of angry roar, mixed with undisguised malice and hatred, was deafening.

Luo Yi lost his mind, and he stared blankly at the figure who was surrounded by the altar, bound to the cross by the cursed chains of the gods.

Small, small, so helpless.

It must have hurt to be pierced in the heart by your own gun.

Gungunir, the gun that the world gave you, the gun that represents destiny, is the only gun in this life that can break through the defenses of your armor.

Maybe it really hurts, it really hurts to be slashed by your own dagger across your shoulder blades.

Why did those beautiful eyes that reflected the starry sky disappear. It must have hurt to gouge out your eyes raw.

Being betrayed by his own subjects should probably hurt even more.

The tears couldn't be stopped, but Luo Yi at this time was not Luo Yi. The huge spirit is filled with grief and anger, but it can't even struggle.

He could only watch what was happening under his feet from this high heaven, because he was a god, the most useless god.

The transparent canopy slowly disappeared, and the scene outside the canopy he saw was the scene of thousands of miles of red land and yellow sand all over the sky.

Barrenness is the name of this world, and it is also the synonym of this world. The whole world is plundered by the people of this world, unbridled and unashamedly demanded, thinking that they can control everything, but when the real disaster comes, the so-called glory is actually nothing more than ridiculous self-righteousness.

The flames gather and then burn the sinners. The moonlight turns into a pure flame, clearing up all the filth that should not exist.

The light of the stars and the moon converged, expelling the beliefs that had long been tainted, and the old gods were reborn from the flames of the pure world, and the new black eyes still reflected the starry sky, but the sadness in them was aggravated.

The stars fell, and the end of the world finally came, but unfortunately, she did not save her people.

There is no need to save.

Luo Yi suddenly felt his presence, in an instant, but it seemed to be eternal.

Luo Yi found that he could move, he first moved his hands and feet, and then blinked his eyes again.

Finally, he took a step, a step, out of the vanity.

Out of the memory of this world, he stood with his sword in his hand, standing on the barren blood-colored land, and the ghostly soul seemed to still walk on this land, atoning for his sins.

But this is only an illusion, and there is nothing in this dead world.

Suddenly, it rained, crackling and hitting the face, but it didn't hurt.

How can it not hurt? It's just that no matter how much it hurts, it can't be as painful as being distressed.

The ancient and huge spirit did not completely dissipate, and the huge emotion infected Luo Yi, making him fall into an inexplicable sad state of mind.

This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.

If you can get out of that huge emotion, Luo Yi's spiritual power can become much tougher, but if you can't get out, Luo Yi can only wash his face with tears in the future.

Immersed in that great sorrow, I can't extricate myself.

The rain fell to the ground with a clatter, wetting the blood-colored land, and a vague pungent smell wafted out.

Walking aimlessly, Luo Yi's eyes were silent and his body was ethereal.

In a trance, he seemed to feel something, raised his head, and saw a familiar figure......