Kong Hanan looked at the person in front of him who was exactly the same as his previous life, and was stunned.

Therefore, this one's own heavenly soul in front of him ......

It turned out to be Kong Han'an?

But why is he the way he was in his last life!?

"Kong Han'an" stretched out his hand in disgust, and pointed his middle finger at Kong Han'an's eyebrows.

"I'll only help you this once."

Not far away, Meng Yu looked at Kong Sheng.

"Teacher, what is he talking to Brother Kong? Why can't I hear anything? ”

Kong Sheng looked at the old man who was smiling at them not far away and shook his head.

"If the teacher doesn't let us hear it, we can't hear it."

Meng Yu hesitated for a moment and said.

"Why do I think Brother Kong is not simple, before Hengshan said that Emperor Taishan valued him?"

Kong Sheng sighed.

"With a teacher here, it's not easy for him to be simple, and it's not something we have to worry about."

Meng Yu was a little puzzled and asked, "Teacher, you are also a saint, how much stronger is the Dao Saint than you?" ”

Kong Sheng looked at the old man and then at the sky.

"If you look at Hengshan, you will know that there is a difference between me and him."

Kong Han'an didn't hear the conversation between Kong Sheng and Meng Yu.

After "Kong Han'an" pointed his finger on his eyebrows, he only felt that he was clear for a while.

It's like it's been a long time since I've been so sober.

But he had an instinctive thought in his head, looking at himself.

Following his own wishes, he fell into a vision.

The sky is blue, the earth is green, the environment is beautiful, and the air is fresh.

At the foot of the foot, a tribe of humans dressed in animal skins, living in simple turf-roofed tents.

They surround a masked man, laughing, singing and dancing.

Kong Hanan floated in the sky, a little unclear.

Emperor Yanting's last resort, that's it?

He tried to descend to a height and landed on the ground.

The people around him didn't seem to be able to see him, and he reached out and tried to touch the people around him.

But the touch of the hand is not stimulated, and the arm passes over the other person's body.

Knowing that this was an illusion, Kong Hanan did not panic at all.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to look around.

The man who was surrounded seemed to be the leader of the tribe, and with every movement he made, the crowd followed suit.

is very similar to Kong Han'an's leader in his last life.

The crowd trusts the leader, and the dance moves seem to be full of ritual.

The crowd jumped from day to night, and bonfires were set up among the tribes, and animal meat was shelved.

The crowd was still following the leader, dancing wildly.

Occasionally, when someone was hungry, he would stop and grab a few pieces of meat and stuff them in his mouth.

But Kong Han was relieved to find that only strong men could get food.

Although the women and children are also full of passion, their movements are getting slower and slower, and they can no longer keep up.

Occasionally, some of the children looked at the campfire and swallowed, but none of them reached out to the food in front of them.

I have to say that the physical fitness of this group of people is really good, so they jumped until midnight.

Just when Kong Han'an was already bored and flew up again, the crowd changed.

The Mask Leader roared and waved his scepter.

The crowd erupted into a roar.

Kong Han'an was startled, almost thinking that he had finally been seen.

He looked around again for ten weeks, only to find that in the distance, at some point, there was a black fog.

The fog in the dark night should not be easily noticed, but the fog is very conspicuous, thicker than the pure loss of light.

The black fog obscured the heavens and the earth, and it was difficult to see things in it, and with Kong Han'an's current cultivation as his eyesight, he could barely see some figures in it.

The Yin and Yang Eyes didn't work here, but Kong Han'an understood.

This is the scene that Emperor Yan Ting wants to see for himself.

In the black fog are ghosts.

Within the Horde, the Mask Leader raised his torch and pointed his scepter at the Black Mist with a roar.

All the men, women, and children of all the tribes raised their torches and rushed over with their screams, some like moths to a fire.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that moths fight fires, because they hold torches and symbolize light, while they are opposed to darkness.

But the extinguishing of the torches one by one had no effect on the black fog that kept moving forward.

There weren't many people here, and soon, a black fog covered the entire tribe......

The sight was pitch black, and Kong Han'an could only hear the leader's painful wail.

Soon, it was dawn, and another tribe appeared at Kong Han'an's feet.

The crowd was singing and dancing, no different from before.

It was dark, the fog rose, and humanity was once again engulfed by the black fog.

This is repeated all the time.

Kong Han'an was a little numb, he even tried to change a few times, but he couldn't do anything.

The people around him couldn't see him, and they were even less aware of his warnings.

He couldn't use mana around him, let alone block the black mist.

All he could do was float up, change angles, and watch the same group of people die.

But Kong Hanan knew that he had to do something.

Every time he is reincarnated, Kong Hanan always feels as if he has lost something and forgotten something.

It's a terrible feeling.

After going through many reincarnations, he began to feel a little sad......

Those people are obviously the strongest warriors in the tribe, and those children should have a better future.

What is in that black fog?

Why are they so powerful?

Why destroy these goodies?

Finally, in another reincarnation, Kong Han was relieved of his doubts.

He decided to go inside and have a look.

It was dark, and fog rose again outside the tribe.

Kong Hanan didn't pay attention to the crowd of people who were singing and dancing, and walked into the black fog.

He was surprised to find that the figure in the black fog turned out to be also a person.

They could see Kong Han'an, and some of them were still greeting Kong Han'an, and they looked familiar.

Because the sky was shrouded in black fog, there was no other color except black, and the sun and moon could not be seen.

After staying for a while, Kong Hanan slowly felt that the environment here seemed to be nothing bad except for being darker.

The crowd extended their hand to Kong Han'an and invited him to join their ranks.

Kong Han'an, with some suspicions, decided to take a look with them.

Soon, Kong Han'an noticed their differences.

The occasional rush from outside the black mist, with hostility, did not hurt them in the slightest, and soon joined them.

They don't need to eat, they don't need to dance.

Even children no longer drool over food.

They don't get tired, they just have to follow their instincts.

No worries about injury, no worries about hunger, no worries about death.

Wave after wave of people rushed in with the light and soon fell to the ground.

The torches were extinguished, and the people who rushed in became part of them.

After staying for a long time, Kong Hanan was a little disgusted with those who held torches.

He no longer felt sad, but felt that those people were hateful.

He felt something throbbing inside him.