The doorway is a road.

A "road" that everyone has the opportunity to glimpse and walk into.

There is no fairness at all.

Some people suffer from their lives and cannot enter the door, and some people, gifted, stand in the door as soon as they are born.

It's Inhuman.

But at the same time, in a sense, the door is fair to everyone.

Adding harsh restrictions to one's own path thaumaturgy allows ordinary people, under special conditions, in a short period of time, or even in an instant, to be comparable to Inhumans and bloom in an instant.

Such as the wolf king of this carving.

He wasn't born alien.

He just got a glimpse of the door by chance, and was fortunate enough to push open the door, and glimpsed the mysterious ordinary people in the door.

The wolf king's hair swelled several feet, dancing in the night like the tentacles of demons.

Boom, boom, boom.

The wolf king looked at his fist in silence, and the sound of collapse came from his ears.

For a moment, he felt the ground under his feet collapse downward, he sank deeper, deeper, the vision of the doorway shattered like a broken puzzle, disappearing little by little, the door that was within reach closed forever, farther and farther away from him, until he disappeared at the end of his vision, unreachable.

Limits.

This is the last limit of the wolf king.

Squeeze his "potential", his "possibility", his "future", his "rest of his life", his "lifespan", and his "will" in an incredible way and with "extreme limitations" at this moment, so that he has the strength to completely surpass Zheng Haoran.

In a flash.

The space behind the wolf king was distorted, and a crooked crack opened out of thin air.

Thick black air currents poured out of the rift, greedily wrapping around the Wolf King's body.

The wolf king's body grew taller and taller, his clothes were torn, his muscles were knotted, and he became a giant man with a height of nearly one foot and three feet in the blink of an eye.

Shout!

The twisted blood moon suddenly fell a red moonlight, and a pillar of light enveloped the wolf king.

The red and black luster was draped over the wolf king's body, and his mouth grew fangs, his hands grew sharp claws, and his body grew black hair, which looked like a ferocious ...... Wolf!

Zheng ...... Vast...... Correct! ”

Call!

As soon as the wolf king exhaled and breathed, the terrifying air currents actually lifted up the flesh and blood on the battlefield, swirling around him, roaring like a hurricane.

He didn't have to.

Zheng Haoran's army has long been wiped out, and the "general" who relies on "soldiers" to exert his power has no soldiers, such as cutting off his hands and feet, Zheng Haoran has long been at the end of the crossbow.

The wolf king could have commanded the whole army, and the tactics of the sea of people, even if thousands of people would die, he could eventually drown Zheng Haoran and let Zheng Haoran die in the wasteland of another country with hatred.

But he didn't.

It's like Zheng Haoran can read a man's mind from his fist.

The wolf king is not very human, and the language called "fist" seems to be readable by the wolf king. Zheng Haoran's mind also made the wolf king understand this man in a way that normal people couldn't understand.

How much he longed that Zheng Haoran was not born in Daqian and grew up in Daqian, how much he hoped that Zheng Haoran had the blood of the Northern Barbarian Clan in his body, and could be with Zheng Haoran in this barren land, galloping horses, inviting wine to the moon, singing to the moon, chic and wanton.

The wolf king's mood at the moment is conflicted.

Even between the wolf king and Zheng Haoran, there was not much communication, nor too many words. But the confrontation between the two ends of the canyon in the past month made the wolf king have a subtle appreciation and desire for Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran is the mortal enemy of the Northern Barbarians, but Zheng Haoran's bravery and bearing make the wolf king feel sympathy, and I hope that this kind of confrontation can be longer, longer.

In the final analysis, the wolf king and Zheng Haoran may be the same kind of person.

It belongs to the type of "knowing people with fists".

He admires Zheng Haoran, and he longs for Zheng Haoran. He wished that Zheng Haoran could surrender and join the Northern Barbarian side. But once Zheng Haoran really surrendered and committed treason, he was no longer the Zheng Haoran that the wolf king admired.

Thereupon.

The wolf king took this step, this irreversible step, and he decided to kill Zheng Haoran here with the highest respect and in the way Zheng Haoran hoped.

No reservations, no retreats, no hesitation.

This is the wasteland, giving the warrior the highest respect!

The moonlight fell, and the wolf king turned into a wolf body, and the shadow entrenched behind him was in mid-air, colliding fiercely with the tiger-shaped shadow behind Zheng Haoran.

Between the two of them, the dark night seemed to be two pieces of paper, one with a wolf and the other with a tiger, and the two black papers were crumpled together. Frantically squeezing towards the middle, twisting, collapsing, tearing, and spinning, all kinds of strange changes were staged and changed in the empty sky between the two.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

On the Beiban side, everyone looked at the "Wolf King" who had become extremely strange in shock, none of them knew that the Wolf King would suddenly become such a terrifying demon posture.

After all, it's the wolf king! Recovering from their astonishment, before they could be ecstatic, or shout that the wolf king was invincible, one after another the Northern Barbarian soldiers foamed at the mouth and fell in pools of blood.

The strong smell of blood permeated the battlefield, and it became a slaughterhouse of blood and flesh. Little by little, the pools of blood converged, first into streams, and the streams converged into rivers of blood, and rivers of blood surged, and before they knew it, everyone was immersed in a sea of blood as thick as oil.

The sea of blood surged, and one by one whirlpools appeared, and from the center of the whirlpool, the dark red blood seemed to come to life, turning into tentacles, dragging the fainting barbarian soldiers into a pool of blood.

"Hahahaha-"

Feeling the sudden surge of pressure from the wolf king, as well as the "wolf-type" morale behind the wolf king, although Zheng Haoran didn't know what the wolf king had sacrificed and what price he had paid, Zheng Haoran laughed out loud at this moment.

"Good! Zheng, accompany you to the end! ”

"That's it!"

"If Zheng wins, he will be peaceful for twenty years!"

Behind Zheng Haoran, the long-dead iron horsemen, the motionless "corpses", led by Li Weiguo, raised their fists and trembled slightly.

In everyone's dilated pupils, a dark vortex appeared, and gradually the vortex spread to the whites of their eyes until their eyes turned pure inky black.

Laugh at!

The flesh and blood on Lao Li's body quickly disintegrated, fell off, and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The changes of all the corpses are the same as those of Lao Li.

At this moment, Zheng Haoran felt like there were invisible hands behind him, gently pressing on his back, at first like a gust of wind, as the feeling became more and more intense, those invisible hands became Zheng Haoran's biggest support at this moment.

Zheng Haoran let out a long sigh of relief, and the vast and messy land appeared in front of him again, and the huge gears in the sky began to turn.

Zheng Haoran walked towards the wolf king step by step.

At the same time, in the doorway, Zheng Haoran's consciousness is also walking towards the next door step by step.

Easily, pushed away.

Zheng Haoran raised his head, and a grim smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, Zheng Haoran seemed to have become a different person.

The flesh and blood of the corpses completely melted, turning into a terrifying torrent of flesh and blood, converging towards Zheng Haoran.

The bright red flesh flowed on the earth, reorganized and condensed on Zheng Haoran's body, becoming more and more crystal clear, and finally became a blood-colored armor.

Zheng Haoran was wrapped in blood-colored armor, unable to see his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and there seemed to be blood flowing on the armor compressed to the extreme, as Zheng Haoran walked towards the wolf king step by step, the shadow of the tiger behind him became more and more condensed.

A tiger,

A wolf,

Sympathy for each other,

But they used all means to fight.

Zheng Haoran, who is dressed in blood-colored armor, and the wolf king who is incarnated as a vicious wolf.

Then there were no words, and on the battlefield where the corpses were full of dead silence, each punched and hit each other fiercely.

……

Distance.

"The ghost of the ghosts."

Zheng Xiu's eyes were solemn, looking at the forbidden place behind the canyon.

This scene reminded Zheng Xiu of the Sun Cicada Valley two hundred years ago and remembered what happened there.

The gears of history were turning tirelessly over and over again, and the same scene was once again staged in front of Zheng Xiu.

He watched his father be invincible on the battlefield, fighting on the land of the Northern Barbarians, and slaughtering the 50,000 troops of the Northern Barbarians.

He watched his father's brothers annihilate, watching the distorted clouds of blood in his father's sky.

Zheng Xiu muttered to himself:

"The most outrageous legend is true."

"The flesh and blood on the battlefield turned into armor and draped over General Zheng's body, making him invincible."

Zheng Xiu couldn't tell whether his arrival caused Zheng Haoran to seek death, or whether history should be like this.

He couldn't tell.

But he didn't have a choice at the moment.

The secret tent of the ghost has been generated, making it a forbidden place completely, and if there is no accident, Zheng Haoran will be dragged into Chang Yan as a "human pillar".

Feng Bei squinted his eyes and looked into the depths of the canyon with a complicated expression.

"Let's go! It's time! ”

It takes time to generate a dark tent, and it also takes a process to open it.

The bones of Zheng Xiu's right hand clicked, skillfully drawing the ground as a prison, and in the next second, an ink-colored wing burst out of Zheng Xiu's shoulder blade with a mournful birdsong.

The orange cat pulled Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu impatiently slapped away the orange cat's paws, and the miserable white bone covered Zheng Xiu's face, he flapped his wings and flew into the air.

"I'll go and come back!"

The moment he flew up, the chains between Zheng Xiu's wrists showed their true form.

"Exile!"

"Projection!"

"Unbreakable!"

"Zheng Evil!"

Zheng Xiu's body shrank by one size.

"Glass Purification!"

Zheng Xiu's body was covered with a layer of luminous white light, making his posture in a distorted and curious space, making Zheng Xiu look like a sage like a Buddha at the moment.

The ink-colored wings split the distorted scenery of the sky in two, and Zheng Xiu fanned the wings, and the mellow feeling made Zheng Xiu feel a little strange - it stands to reason that the "exile" posture is a weakened version of the "prisoner", and he should not be able to exert the [prisoner] path to the extreme, but at this moment he feels no different from the [prisoner], and the flow of his breath is smooth and easy.

Zheng Xiu wondered, but didn't think much about it, when he came to the dark tent, Zheng Xiu's eyes closed and opened, his hands stretched out, and he easily tore a hole in the dark tent and entered the dark tent.

Rumble!

A tsunami-like momentum swept towards the sea, and Zheng Xiu looked at the center of the shock in shock—two terrifying figures, one red and one black, were colliding with their fists in the purest way.

Call!

Zheng Xiu's mind moved, and the piece of wings blocked in front of him, and the flesh and bones shot out, causing ripples on Zheng Xiu's piece of wings.

Blocking the aftermath with difficulty, Zheng Xiu shook his wings, and the wolf king's chest was sunken, his mouth was spitting blood, and he kept flying backwards.

Kiss~

Zheng Haoran sent the wolf king away with one punch, broke through the secret tent, and flew out of the ghost, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Haoran laughed and roared at the wolf king who was far away: "Remember! Twenty years! ”

"I've won!"

Under Zheng Haoran, the pool of blood, which was extremely thick, suddenly turned into a pitch-black "mirror".

The mirror surface is as smooth as jade, but there is no reflection.

Except for Zheng Haoran, there were no other living people in the ghosts, and everyone died. Zheng Haoran became the only living person, the only survivor, and the only winner in this small world.

The color of the ink suddenly spread around with Zheng Haoran as the center, and Zheng Xiu's vision became colorful and colorful, becoming an ink painting-like painting style. Clusters of crimson flowers protrude frantically from the mirror.

The mirror under Zheng Haoran's feet suddenly became a swamp, and Zheng Haoran's feet sank into it, sinking little by little. The red flower wrapped around Zheng Haoran's blood-colored armor, and the armor shattered at the touch, revealing his blood-drenched body under the armor.

Zheng Haoran left countless wounds on the surface of his body, all of which were wounds that were forcibly opened by external force, and he looked extremely miserable. It can be seen that after receiving the punch of the wolf king, Zheng Haoran was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.

Zheng Haoran sank down little by little.

Zheng Xiu approached from a high altitude, and under the resistance of the glass body, Zheng Xiu did not feel the slightest discomfort, which made Zheng Xiu a little more confident about the plan to "rescue" his father.

Reaching into his arms, the paper that had been prepared was thrown into the air, Zheng Xiu slapped his palm on his chest, blood spurted out, and blood beads sprayed into the air. On each vivid painting, on the portrait left blank on his face, the blood spit out by Zheng Xiu fell impartially on the position of his eyes.

"Eye-catching!"

Zheng Xiu vomited blood, lit up blood-colored eyes for "everyone", and in an instant, everyone on the painting "lived", turned into a human form and landed, becoming another invincible "Zheng Family Army" in a pool of blood!

Zheng Xiu completed all this in an instant, which shows that his painting skills have been perfected.

An army appeared strangely in the ghost, Zheng Xiu waved his hand, and the "Zheng Family Army" launched a charge outside the ghost, he only needed to tear a hole, kill out of the ghost, and enter the Northern Barbarian Army, and then let the "Zheng Family Army" die in battle, Zheng Xiu could create the history of "Zheng Haoran's death"!

No one will perceive the truth!

Those who are alive only remember that Zheng Haoran blocked the 50,000 troops of the Northern Barbarians with the power of one person, he will still leave legends, he will still fight to make a name, he will still become the first general of the Great Cadres, he will still "die" here, and history will not change in any way!

"Daddy!"

Zheng Xiu's face was shattered, he shouted at Zheng Haoran, swooped down, used all his strength, and stretched out his hand towards Zheng Haoran.

"What's that?"

Zheng Haoran, who had already accepted death and seemed to understand everything, suddenly heard his son's shouts above his head, and he was shocked. As soon as he looked up, he saw his son's posture as a demon, with wings on his back, but his face was as pure as a child's smile.

"What are you doing here! Come on! ”

Zheng Haoran scolded angrily.

"Trust me, I can take you out!"

Countless flowers attacked Zheng Xiu, Zheng Xiu let out an angry roar in his mouth, and with a flip of his palm, a small flying knife appeared. Twelve! Shout! Throwing knives are entwined with pitch-black lightning bolts, weaving through the flowers, chopping the beautiful flowers from Changyan into powder.

Zheng Haoran watched his son become mighty, and somehow, he suddenly felt as if he was ...... Still can't die?

"Son."

Zheng Haoran smiled and stretched out his calloused hand to Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu broke the flowers, just a little, just a little, he was able to rescue his father just like he rescued Fengbei from Baili Village back then.

Rescue......

Save......

Laugh at!

Suddenly.

A ripple appeared silently behind Zheng Xiu.

An almost transparent "chain", a pale black chain, stretched out from the ripples and pierced Zheng Xiu's head.

Bang Dang!

The scene in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes was shattered like glass, and he couldn't go any further.

He stared blankly at the "chains" sticking out of his head, he didn't feel pain, he didn't bleed, the chains were untouchable, but he stopped the castration that he was about to touch his father.

Wow!

Zheng Xiu's eyes changed for a while, like a slide-like fragment, and lightning flashed in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes in a very short moment.

In the clip, he incarnated as an "Abyss Walker", slaughtered all sides on the battlefield, killed the wolf king, and was about to rescue his father at the moment when chains appeared.

Laugh at!

Another chain stretched out from the ripples and pierced Zheng Xiu's shoulder blades.

Another picture appeared in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, he incarnated as Zheng Shan, pretending to be brothers with his father, and knocked his father unconscious halfway, wanting to forcibly take his father away. Halfway through, he was impaled by chains.

Laugh at!

More and more chains will run through Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu's body was covered with pale black illusory chains.

Countless slides flashed in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, as if he had tried countless times, but in the end he still came to the same ending.

Eventually, no matter how hard he tried, he would be bound by the chains from the void, holding him back at the last step.

For a moment, for Zheng Hao, it was just a moment, for Zheng Xiu, but in the blink of an eye, through the backtracking of slide-like memory fragments, he experienced the pain of saving his father again and again.

"Ah............h

"Ah......h

Zheng Xiu let out a hoarse cry from his mouth.

"It's a paradox!"

"From the beginning, I came in, and it was a paradox!"

"There's no way I'm going to save Daddy here!"

"Because once I rescue my father, it means that I can't be here......"

"Wrong from the start...... It's wrong......"

In the depths of Zheng Xiu's pupils, black streamers washed downward.

At this moment, Zheng Xiu was inserted into a hedgehog by the chains in the void and strung in the air.

Little by little, the scene in front of him collapsed and distorted, and Daddy's face became more and more blurred.

Zheng Xiu suddenly blessed his soul and suffered extremely much, and understood one thing.

He didn't get a glimpse of the prisoner because he was in prison.

Inhumans are born.

The cage that bound him had existed from the beginning.

The imprisonment that day was just an opportunity, a coincidence, and a ...... Introduction.

The cage that really binds him is this world!

(End of chapter)