In the blink of an eye, Mo Ren has lived in this ghost clan for ten years, and his life is quite comfortable.

Mo Ren built a small wooden house where he appeared and lived in it, and the girl often played with Mo Ren and asked Mo Ren about the outside world, but Mo Ren did not know if this world was his world.

The girl's name is Jingyu, the granddaughter of the old man of the clan, Jingyu lives with her mother, and her father was killed in the battle with the beasts in his early years.

If none of this is true, then does the story need to continue, even if it has become affectionate?

Ten years ago, the old man of the clan only let Mo Ren stay, and he said that the prophecy stated that a human race would come here and let them treat this human race well.

More clan elders don't know either, let alone how to leave.

Mo Ren could only live here for ten years.

Because all this is not real, at least Mo Ren thinks so, Mo Ren has never mentioned his world to anyone over the years, he is gradually withdrawn, and he is entangled between reality and illusion at night.

Except for Jingyu, Mo Ren doesn't have any friends in this world.

Mo Ren entered the Zhihu realm at a very young age, and was even called a genius for a time, but at the age of fourteen, Mo Ren began to give up on himself, and the former genius gradually became a waste, although there was nothing to show off.

Knowing the realm, from the first step into the sainthood, I don't know how many people have been trapped, and they can't step into the threshold for the rest of their lives, just because they know what they know, and they don't know it.

Over the years, Mo Ren has kept asking himself, but he has realized himself and stepped into the realm of Wu Wen, but this did not make Mo Ren any excited.

Being in an illusory world, it is painful to realize oneself because it is not real.

Ten years of loneliness, life remains the same, Mo Ren once believed that this was true, but every time he woke up from the night, Mo Ren looked at the green jade pendant on his waist, which was not real.

The old man of the clan asked people to carve a statue of Mo Ren, which he said meant by prophecy, and the statue was placed on the top of the ancestral tree, and few people knew about it.

The Oni Clan believe in the god of nature, and this is a generation where there are still gods, but no one has ever seen this god.

However, on this day, the sun did not rise for a long time, and the whole sky was filled with a thick layer of red clouds, which also dyed the air red.

The entire ghost clan fell into a panic, and irritability and restlessness filled the entire ghost domain.

The prophecy of the ghost tribe records that the sun will no longer rise, red clouds will cover the sky, darkness is coming, and the eternal tribe will be darkened.

The ghost clan elder stood on the top of the ancestral tree, and he called Mo Ren, who stood behind him.

"Terran boy, you've been here for ten years, what do you want to say?" said the old man, looking at the red sky.

"Neither the virtual nor the real matter, but I am silent in the doubts of the void and cannot understand. Mo Ren also looked at the red sky, he had never been so confused.

The old man turned his head and smiled at Mo Ren, and said, "After today, you may be able to go back, the gods are dead, the heavens and the earth will change, and our clan will be forever dark." ”

After speaking, the old man looked up at the sky.

I saw that the sky seemed to be burning with raging fire, like thunder and lightning, shuttling through the flames, as if fighting in a shocking battle, and like crazy self-destruction.

Suddenly, a burning meteorite appeared in the sky, sliding down at an extremely fast speed, towards the earth, towards the living beings.

The meteorites continue to increase, as if they will not stop vowing to destroy this world.

There was no sound from the meteorite hitting the ground, or it was not something that could have been heard.

The invisible impact destroys the vegetation, destroys everything in its path, the mountain peaks disappear, the rivers evaporate, everything becomes nothingness.

But I saw countless figures rushing into the sky, trying to destroy this meteorite from the sky with all kinds of attacks and all kinds of ways, trying to save the world with all their might.

However, it was only in vain, the shattered meteorite still crashed into the ground at an incredible speed, and even quickly transmitted the unquenchable flames, burning the whole world and everything.

And these countless figures also began to burn, just like **, constantly falling from the sky, maybe they already knew the end, but they were not willing to perish like this.

I don't know how long it took, the earth was in ruins, but the fire was still burning, rendering the sky red, and the sky and the earth turned into a fiery red color.

Tall mountains have been destroyed, crumbling rivers have evaporated, and oceans no longer even exist.

A meteorite seemed to have spotted the neglected ancestral tree, and flew towards it at a rapid pace, the burning flames, the gradually expanding flames, the hideous flames, as if to announce that this place was over by it.

Mo Ren remembered that when he was a child, the old man sang a ballad: the gods are angry, the gods are punished, the gods are burning, the earthly world is zero, the gods are dead, the heavens and the earth do not exist, the gods are dead, all things are resurrected, the gods are dead, they must be self-deriving, the gods are dead, all things are distracted, the gods are dead, they are self-established as gods, the gods are gone, and they are mourning.

The burning meteorite is getting bigger and bigger, more and more clear, and you can even see the ravines on its body, the meteorite crashes into the tree, the meteorite shatters, the broken meteorite, the unquenchable flame, and the entire ghost domain begins to burn.

The clan elder still didn't look at Mo Ren behind him, because the clan elder raised his crutches, and his crutches shone with dazzling light, resisting the huge meteorite.

The ancestral tree didn't seem to want to be destroyed, and white light flashed above the ancestral tree, and the white light continued to pour into the body of the clan elder, and the huge meteorite vowed to destroy the ancestral tree that went straight into the sky.

The sky began to overcast, isolating the red from the outside world.

An inconspicuous black dot in the boundless red.

A miracle happened, the fire began to extinguish, the ancestral tree began to wither, and the patriarch began to petrify from his feet.

The burning meteorite turned into a huge stone ball, floating in the air, as if to vent his unwillingness.

The meteorite did not fall, but floated in the air, like a wayward child, so stubborn that it refused to land.

The fire has been extinguished, and the ancestral tree has withered.

This piece of heaven has also turned black, as if it has cut off everything.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if the place was like this, silent, dark.

It seems that only the huge stone ball suspended in the sky can confirm everything that has happened here.

Everything was back to that whiteness, the traces left by the years on Mo Ren's face were erased cleanly, and he was back to the appearance of eighteen years old.

"Are you back?" Jing Yu, who was dressed in a dark green dress, looked at Mo Ren who opened his eyes.

Mo Ren turned his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, this was the white world, but the door behind the girl was closed, as if it had never been opened.

"It's time for you to get out. With that, the girl turned and stepped into the white world, as if she had never appeared.

Mo Ren wanted to say something and stopped, he just walked over, opened the closed door, and walked in.

And in the white world, the girl reappeared, he looked at the door that had been closed, she stretched out her gray hand, punched the door, and walked in.

After the girl walked out, the door slowly closed again.

It's like, it's never opened.