How could he die?

How can this guy die?

It's incredible.

I don't allow it.

But the little monster, the little monster, he seems to be really dead.

The heat of the little monster's body was gradually disappearing, his eyes were closed, and the blush on his lips was so dazzling, I suddenly felt a little pain in my heart, this was the first time I had experienced this feeling.

What is this feeling called?

I started to think about it, but at that time, I was so stupid, I had to admit that I was really stupid.

Stupid, lost his most important partner.

I held the body of the little monster, his body was as weak as ever, a few bones had been pulled out of his body, and his body looked soft, like a lifeless ragdoll.

I don't remember exactly what happened after that.

At that time, I was covered by this strange, huge sadness, my head was chaotic, I seemed to be out of control, as if I was killing people indiscriminately?

I don't remember exactly.

I only know, after I somehow became the public enemy of the cultivation realm, they all wanted to kill me, saying that they wanted to do the way for heaven, saying that I was a demon fetus, and a lot of ugly words, if the little monster was there, he would definitely be very angry.

It's a pity he's gone.

Those demons who took the initiative to ask me for protection, I looked at their fanatical expressions and eyes, and when they knew that the entire cultivation realm had declared war on me, they cheered, they jumped high, and they looked very much looking forward to this happening.

They call me Mozun.

It's not a nice name.

But there was no choice.

The powerful ones in the cultivation realm are here, and the moment they shoot together, I feel the slightest oppression, what can the oppression be? I'm still very good.

I counted thirty-one, fifteen of them I killed, ten were seriously wounded, and the remaining six were still struggling to hold on.

But it's the end of the crossbow, and there's no threat.

I saw it, I saw the fear in their eyes, and they no longer had the fighting spirit in their eyes, and they were only worried about whether they would be killed by me.

I looked at them coldly, this "fight" was proposed by them, and it was they who wanted to end it, how could it be so easy.

But, it's so boring.

I calmly slaughtered another person and began to think about what to do next, but it seemed that I was usually idle and had nothing to do.

When I was the last man, he snapped and knelt right in front of me, begging me to let him go.

Please, why do you have to accumulate spiritual energy in secret?

It's weird, isn't it?

Unmoved, I cut off his head, and the blood sprayed on the corners of my clothes, still hot.

After this battle, my reputation was clearly greater.

Time went round and round, and another few years passed.

My strength is also slowly growing, I don't know what the situation is, after all, this situation only exists in me, and I began to wonder what kind of existence I am now.

So, I went to the old man I had asked at the time.

He looks older than he used to, but that's normal, not everyone is like me.

"What's wrong with you again?" The old man obviously knew me, and when he saw me sitting under the familiar tree again, he blew his beard and glared, glared at me, and said in a rough manner.

Watching him boldly lift a jug of wine and pour it into his mouth, I suddenly had an idea.

"You-"

I withdrew my illusion and exposed my original appearance in front of the old man, he saw me suddenly changed my appearance, pointed his finger at me, you, you, you, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

"It turns out that you are a Demon Venerable?"

I nodded.

After he was surprised and in a trance, his expression returned to normal, he was different from those cultivators, he was not afraid of me, he was really not afraid, I could see that when he treated me, he didn't have any emotions at all.

It's like looking at a stranger.

"So, what's the matter with the Demon Venerable coming again?"

I told him about my situation, and the old man was silent for a while after knowing it, and then he looked at me with complicated eyes, and he sighed bitterly, and his eyes seemed to say: It turns out that there really is such an existence as me.

After that, he told me something, it turned out that I was not a demon fetus, but a natural immortal fetus, this kind of physique only appeared once in ancient times, not many people knew about it, almost nothing.

I didn't expect there to be.

He stared at me, up and down several times, and then came to a conclusion: It turns out that the natural fairy fetus also has two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and looks the same as ordinary people.

Nonsense.

This is not the problem I am most concerned about, I have been thinking about one thing in the past few years, this world is very magical, all kinds of strange fairy methods, flying to the sky, as if omnipotent, so can it make people come back from the dead?

After listening to my question, the old man was silent for a long time, and finally looked at me with complicated eyes with a hint of pity: "I don't know, so far, no one has succeeded in doing this, and even if there is, it has become a puppet." ”

"If you really want to know this kind of thing, then go to the East Mosaic Secret Realm, there should be the answer you are looking for."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a drawing from his sleeve, which was the route to the secret realm.

I didn't ask the old man why he had this thing, I didn't care about it, I could only say that he was indeed very powerful, and the word "respect" suited him very well.

This drawing is very rough, even if there is a drawing, when I find the secret realm, it will be a hundred years later, a hundred years, a lot of things can happen, and my things are spreading more and more widely.

The location of the secret realm is at the bottom of the sea, no wonder there are very few people found, there are many dangers inside, and there are many dangers, even my existence has suffered a dark loss, but I am very powerful, and the injuries are not very serious.

It really has the answer I want.

There is only one thing I want to do, and that is to become stronger, to become stronger as soon as possible, and to be close to the strength of that Heavenly Dao and that existence.

So, I cultivated desperately, and for the first time, I felt that the growth of strength was too slow, and I was still too weak.

Later, I finally touched that being, but I learned something that I couldn't accept.

I saw the outside world.

It turns out that the reason I don't have a memory is because I ...... Not a person in the first place?

And a fragment?

Scold!

Fragments, not even human, I look a lot like that being......

So what am I?

After knowing about this, I almost fell into the devil, and with it, there was a thick black fog, which seemed to be called pollution.

It's hard to get rid of pollution, and I don't know where the dirt comes from, it's always stuck on my body, trying to erode me, it's disgusting.

After I knew these things, I was almost about to fall into the devil, with the "help" of these black fogs, fortunately, I still maintained the last sobriety in the end, if I was eroded, then no one in this world would remember the little monster.

He really disappeared from this world, like a drop of water falling into an ocean, without any waves.

How do I get rid of this filth?

I haven't found a way to come back from the dead......

I'm really unwilling, since I woke up in this world, I haven't failed in what I'm going to do, but now, it seems to be failing.

I use my own strength to resist this pollution.

Just as I was about to burn this filthy thing and jade, I happened to take a divination, and after 10,000 years, another fragment came back to this realm, and that was my last chance.