It's dark and empty, and there's no place for the eyes.

Ever since the Shura clone came here, he has cut ties with the main body.

He didn't know how long he had been here, but he knew that when he was headless, he kept moving forward, and there was always an end.

"Ahh Uhh ”

The suona-like miserable howl made the Shura clone, who had already walked numb to his legs, suddenly stunned.

Looking for prestige, the voice is familiar.

The legs were still walking forward with the inertia of not obeying the call, and it was not easy for the Shura clone to take back the control of those legs.

But if you want to find the direction from which the voice came from, you have already been lost in the darkness.

The Shura clone sighed softly, his eyes full of numbness and confusion.

He had tried many methods, such as using demonic energy to break the darkness, but when he released the demonic energy, he found that the dark space had the ability to devour.

No matter how much demonic energy he released, no matter how quickly he released it, it would be devoured in an instant, and he could only powerlessly pound the void to release the depression in his heart.

I wanted to light a beam of light to soothe the confusion, but I found that even a touch of light would be cruelly extinguished.

The dark space is like a cage, a cage that swallows people's hopes, and makes people unable to see the future...... All of this seems to have become less so-so. 3

Shura's doppelganger sat down cross-legged and thought about the meaning of existence.

"Me? Is it just a doppelganger......"

Shura clones are divided into levels, and they have abilities similar to the ontology, but with different degrees, whether it is memory, thoughts, or personality, they all come from the ontology.

Abbreviation: Second Self.

"Perhaps...... Should I give myself a name? Shura's clone thought so.

But before he could think of a name, a terrible and resentful curse echoed in the darkness.

"Han Yao! You're damned! Damn it! I, Caesar, curse you in the name of the Demon God! Curse you! You will pay for what you have done! Take its toll! ”

The Shura clone came back to his senses from the curse.

"Father?"

The Shura clone has no focus, but his gaze is firm and his steps are steady.

Since his existence in the world, it has been determined that once upon a time, all his memories came from the ontology.

He had never had a father, and he didn't know what it was like to have a father, and all he had in his head were memories that had already been written.

Fragments of memory appeared in my mind, with a tall posture, a majestic back, and a majestic tone.

"Stand up! I command you now! Stand up now! ”

"Don't, don't, I don't, I can't!"

The grunting child's voice seems to be blocked by the nasal tubes, and the nasal sound that comes out.

"Why? Heheha, because you are my son! He is the king of the future demons! ”

"I don't want to be king! I don't want it! I don't want to be my father's son! ”

The boy's resistance was only exchanged for daily whipping, and in the dark cage, there were only long and terrible howls and intermittent heart-rending weeping.

The stout chains with dark thorns whipped the boy's back, blood flying everywhere, and the entire underground cage was filled with the smell of blood.

Someone skillfully threw the salt into a red-hot pot to boil, thinking that it was not just the first time they had done this, waiting for the salt to burn until it was viscous, like an egg white consistency.

It was still a hot viscous salt water, evenly spread on the back of the young man's wound that was deep and bone-seeing.

People have the water of life, but they don't know that salt is also one of the indispensable and important elements, in the demon world, salt has the effect of corroding blood and turning flesh into flesh, and it is the fastest way to treat skin and flesh injuries.

But under such an effect, the adverse effect is also great......

First, the salt is boiled until it is thick and activated, the temperature must be maintained above a high level of activity, and then it is applied to the wound, where it is clearly visible that the salt water will corrode the blood, and then it will turn into flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and adhere to the wound.

The newly grown flesh is whiter, so you can clearly see the difference, and it is difficult for blood to flow back to the newly grown flesh, so the newly grown flesh is unconscious for a long time.

If the pain of caesarean section is at the tenth level, then its pain is a caesarean section without anesthetic.

The young man collapsed to the ground without any image, and his majestic voice echoed in his ears: "Does it hurt? ”

The young man's voice was very weak, and his voice was permeated with unwilling despair: "It doesn't hurt ......"

I don't know when there was no more crying and howling from the underground cage, only laughter and laughter.

The laughter was loud, so big that it covered the sound of the chain breaking in the air, and the laughter was so small that it couldn't cover the sad cry in my heart.

In the memory of Shura's clone, he could not see his father's face, only the majestic voice, which often echoed in his head.

He wanted to see, to see what his father looked like, to see what kind of person he was, to cultivate the demon god who now dominates the demon world.

He didn't have a father, and he didn't know what it was like to have one.

"Maybe ......"

When the thoughts in Shura's mind were chaotic, he had already reached the source of the sound.

A flickering figure, shimmering with silver-white light, enclosed in a red ball of light, suffering from burning pain.

The Shura clone clearly felt that the temperature around it would get higher every time he got closer, and at this time, the Shura clone was still a hundred steps away from the position, and there was no dry place on his body, so he could imagine how terrifying the temperature in that red ball of light was.

This is his father? The Shura clone couldn't believe it, and the tall and straight back in his memory became the target he longed for.

He didn't want to believe that the person he wanted to be was now screaming, rolling, and struggling in pain inside the ball of light......

This is what he doesn't want to see, the Shura clone is approaching step by step, his whole body is flushed, and there are still fifty steps......

Shura's clone whispered: "Father~"

The sound is soft, like a dehydrated fish appearing dry.

Forty steps to go......

Caesar covered his head with his hands, his silver-white body flickered, the light became dim, his prostrated knees fell to the ground, and finally his whole body lay down, his face turned to one place, and he saw a black dot, which slowly enlarged in front of his eyes.

There are still thirty steps to go......

The shape of the black dot gradually becomes clear, and it is a person.

There are still twenty steps......

It was already very close, but Caesar's eyes were a little hazy, and he could only see the black dots dancing and glittering like firelight.

There are ten more steps......

Caesar only felt that the man was somewhat familiar, perhaps he had seen it before, but none of this mattered anymore.

Caesar didn't know if it was a hallucination or something, he felt like he saw Shura, saw that very familiar face, as if he heard him calling his father.

Caesar's tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and somehow a wave of remorse rose in his heart.

The ground shook, and a strong light broke through the darkness and shone on Caesar's face, who tried to block the light with his hands.

But the light broke through his palm like a sharp arrow, passed through his eyelids, and his body became somewhat translucent, and there was no shadow anymore, and the light penetrated his entire body.

Caesar had lost his sense of pain, his senses, his sense of touch, he could not feel the existence of the world, only a white expanse in front of him.

A shadow shrouded him, blocking his view, close and clear.

"Father."

Caesar's heart hurts...... It hurts......

Han Yao tried to stop the storm, and the dark space shattered in his perception, and Shura's clone appeared not far from him.

Han Yao just glanced at it, with the current strength of the Shura clone, it was not enough to cause damage to Han Yao, but unfortunately, the dark space could not leave him behind.

The storm became more and more violent, and if the Shura clone was not stupid, he would definitely choose to escape, and Han Yao couldn't stop it.

Today's storm has reached an extremely terrifying level, and if it is measured by strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the peak of the Ten Star God Emperor.

The storm continued to rise, and the Shura clone stood in place, and the demonic energy in his body was being pumped out by the storm little by little.

Han Yao frantically threw his fist and hit the storm, the way to stop the storm was very simple, it was to break it and plunge the storm into chaos, but each blow seemed to make the storm stronger and stronger.

All the forces must be gathered at one point to be able to prevent the storm from continuing to grow stronger, but the storm seems to have exceeded Han Yao's imagination, who would have thought that after just thinking about it for a few moments, the storm broke through again, and there was a momentum that overwhelmed Han Yao.

Unable to hesitate any longer, Han Yao held the Divine Dragon Spear tightly in his right hand, and the tip of the spear shone brightly, throwing the Divine Dragon Spear out in a throwing way.

A figure flew past him quickly, Shura clone? Han Yao couldn't believe it!

"What?!"

Does he want to die? In Han Yao's opinion, Shura's clone can obviously live, but why did he choose to die? There must be a purpose for him.

The Shura clone was like a moth to a fire, desperate, with a sense of madness in his eyes, and the demonic energy surging violently around him, even if most of it was swallowed by the storm, but the Shura clone had no scruples, and rushed straight to the center of the storm, and he wanted to blow himself up.

"Self-destructing?"

Han Yao's thoughts turned sharply, and he calculated a variety of possibilities in his heart, Shura's clone wanted to cause chaos in the storm by self-destructing, considering his own desire to save his son, so as to cause harm to himself?

Wait a minute! Son?!

If the storm is chaotic, coupled with the self-exposure of the Shura clone, then the destructive power generated will be huge, and the son of Han Yao, who is at the center of the explosion, will suffer the double damage of the self-exposure of the Shura clone and the chaotic storm.

In this way, Han Yao's son's chance of survival will be greatly reduced, if it is just a chaotic storm, Han Yao can withstand it, and can achieve an eighty percent survival rate.

If you add the self-detonation of one more Shura clone, even if the strength of the Shura clone is greatly reduced, it is still a strong person in the late stage of the Ten Star God Emperor, then the survival rate will drop to eight percent.

You may have forgotten that there was a dragon lance before this, and if the factor of the dragon lance is calculated in the survival rate, then the survival rate will be less than one percent, only 0.8 percent.

Han Yao didn't hesitate, and quickly rushed out, and the Divine Dragon Spear hit the storm before the Shura clone, a huge gap, causing the storm to form a turbulent current.

The Shura clone began to accelerate, Han Yao followed closely, Han Yao had to save his son before the Shura clone exploded, so Han Yao broke out again under the premise of acceleration, and the sound of breaking the sky was like stepping through the sky, and every time it erupted, it made the heavens and the earth shake.

When approaching the Shura clone, the Shura clone turned and flew towards a higher sky, Han Yao was instantly vigilant, stayed in place, and was stunned for half a breath, he had no time to hesitate, no matter what the Shura clone was going to do, Han Yao quickly adjusted his breathing, accelerated again, and headed towards the center of the chaotic storm.

It's already close, hurry up! Hurry up!

The child's eyes widened, looking at Han Yao rushing towards him, a very kind feeling, so that he unconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch, Han Yao also stretched out his hand.

A loud explosion was heard in the sky, dispersing the chaotic storm, but bringing more blast damage, and Han Yao had already touched the child's fingertips, and time seemed to freeze......

The child's fingertips were a little soft, and his hand was small, one finger, but half of the little finger, and the child's face looked a little tired and a little drowsy.

Han Yao's heart swelled with unbearable: "He's still so young." ”

Grief welled up: "He hasn't been able to get a good look at the world yet. ”

Sadness swelled: "Is this the end?" ”

Self-blame and helplessness swelled up......

Han Yao found the black bright eyeball from his blurred eyes, and time returned to normal at this moment.