In Court 3, all 12 people were stationary.

Their bodies are still on the field, but their souls have gone elsewhere.

All items cannot be used in the empty netherworld.

It's like entering a dream, how the world in the dream is surging, how vicissitudes, and the real body is just sleeping.

Styx ferry.

The captain of the first legendary team, Luo Yan's ability is this.

Once cast, it will teleport a group of souls to a certain netherworld.

Whether it's the evil eye with the weight of a crown, or the object handling of the two instruments, or the individual people who are powerful......

All of them will be incapacitated.

Beneath the River Styx, the referee's gaze is not here.

The game of hellball turned into pure hand-to-hand combat.

But if it's just a game of souls, such a duel is not a desperate situation.

The most terrifying thing is the breath of the netherworld.

Those who are blessed by the ferryman can master the "breath" in the River Styx.

Not to be consumed by schools of undead fish.

And those who are not blessed will continue to indulge in the river Styx. Until – into the real hell.

It was Yi Luoyan who actually wanted to say to Fu Xi, the captain of the homesick people, at the beginning:

"Do you know why Hellball is called Hellball? Because I can summon hell. ”

This is not an exaggeration, but an objective description.

It's just that Qin Ze predicted the content of the lines in advance.

This made Luo Yan very angry.

After all, in the country of competition, after everyone's abilities are limited to the same frequency band, he is an invincible existence.

He was the first man under God.

He was rarely disobeyed.

But at this moment, the tide is rising, and under the embrace of black and white Yama, Luo Yan is in a better mood.

Under the murky river Styx, there are several duels that are destined for the outcome.

Black Deer confronts Ling Aozhe.

The Serpent Woman fights Akath.

Photographer against Li Yuanba,

Hundred-legged against Four.

In Luo Yan's opinion, there will be no suspense in these duels.

is also like the fifth duel, he fought against Fu Xi.

Although the water of the River Styx was very muddy, Luo Yan could still see that the arms of countless resentful spirits stretched out from the depths of the River Styx, trying to pull Qin Ze's body and make him sink to the bottom of the river and enter hell.

On the light boat, Luo Yan squatted on the edge of the light boat and touched it lightly with his fingers on the surface of the River Styx.

Ripples are born.

On the surface of the River Styx, ripples spread.

And beneath the surface of the River Styx, the huge chains rushed towards Qin Ze like a dragon entering the sea.

Qin Ze held his breath tightly and swam desperately towards the top of the River Styx.

His purpose is very strong and clear, as long as he swims to the River Styx, he can start a duel with Luo Yan on the light boat.

Even if you have to face the impermanence of black and white, which is a disadvantageous situation of one enemy and three enemies, there is a slight chance of winning.

Because he has been staying in the River Styx, he has no chance of winning.

He felt the horrors of the River Styx.

All sorts of negative emotions began to pour in.

These negative emotions seemed to have weight, making Qin Ze's body heavier and heavier.

The hands of hell sticking out from the bottom of the River Styx were also more and more, longer and longer, and Qin Ze swam upwards for a minute, and these hands stretched out for a point.

Like a predator in the River Styx, chasing its prey frantically.

But there is always a distance between the two, although Qin Ze keeps coming up with the lonely pictures of his childhood and youth in his mind, and constantly emerging after his father's death......

But his obsession with winning and losing is extremely strong.

Especially, when negative emotions pile up to a certain extent......

Qin Ze's own talent took effect, completely emptying the negative emotions and entering an extremely calm state.

For the first time, he was so grateful for his talent.

His cruising slowed down at first, but suddenly it became faster again.

This was an incomparably magical scene, and among the many people Luo Yan had seen, there had never been such an example.

What Luo Yan saw were the souls of the living, getting heavier and heavier in the river of the dead, and eventually they could not return and drowned at the bottom of the river.

But I have never seen Qin Ze like this, able to swim against the current.

"Interesting, it's so funny, how did Fuxi get out of his shackles?"

Luo Yan said that it was interesting on the surface, but there was a little jealousy in his eyes.

Of course, he was firmly in control of the situation.

Because Qin Ze is about to usher in the Styx Chains.

In the process of constantly floating, Qin Ze finally saw the bottom of the boat.

But at the same time, he also saw the huge chains rushing towards him like spears.

There was no time to dodge, Qin Ze's body was instantly penetrated.

If it was in reality, such a puncture would be enough to make Qin Ze die on the spot.

But at this time, Qin Ze was in a spirit state.

In the center of his spirit, a chain pierced through it, and a gap appeared.

At this moment, countless complex negative emotions made Qin Ze's entire body extremely heavy.

He began to sink.

Luo Yan did not let Qin Ze go.

"Spirits cannot die, but once they sink into the earth, there is no possibility of returning to the earth. Once the River Styx is opened, it will end after one hour. ”

"But by then, they must have gone underground."

"The other four spirits are in charge of the four team members, Fu Xi, I am more merciful than them."

Luo Yan enjoyed this teasing very much.

The mouth speaks of kindness, but there are more chains, born from the ripples.

Constantly slamming towards the rest of Qin Ze's body.

The chain ran through Qin Ze's shoulders and through Qin Ze's knees.

There were a total of five chains, like five evil dragons, devouring Qin Ze's spirit body to pieces.

But the broken spirit still struggled to go upstream......

"I can't die here ......"

Qin Ze's consciousness had already begun to cloud, but for the first time, he felt despair.

What a formidable opponent.

He is like a mayfly in a river, trying to challenge the owner of the river.

It seems so overwhelming.

Finally, as the spirit body continued to shatter, countless negative thoughts poured in......

Qin Ze's mind was full of cries of despair, wails and screams from strange spirits in hell.

The obsession in his heart - he can't die here, like the sound of mosquitoes in a noisy vegetable market, inaudible.

His body was finally unable to rise.

Instead, it began to sink rapidly.

He seemed to faintly hear some kind of shout from Ling Aozhe.

"Qin Ze, I can't remember......"

I can't remember it, quite unexpectedly, when his consciousness was even more turbid than the River Styx, Qin Ze actually realized that he couldn't remember what Uncle Ling said, what did he mean.

He still remembers that when he rescued Uncle Ling, he told Uncle Ling that he should keep thinking and thinking.

Think about why Ling Hanshu left this memory in your mind.

What is her purpose.

After learning that Nuwa's treasure was luck, and it was on himself and Qiao Wei, Qin Ze still felt ......

The real treasure is not luck, but the secret left by Ling Hanshu.

That may be a secret that Qiao Wei doesn't even know.

It is a secret that can let everyone know the truth of the world.

But at this moment, Qin Ze guessed...... Maybe Uncle Ling is also experiencing indulgence.

He couldn't remember.

And he can't float anymore.

Bubbles erupted from Qin Ze's mouth and nose.

He was completely unconscious.

……

……

Somewhere in the River Styx.

The spirit of the black deer is slightly different from reality.

In reality, it is a black stag, but the antlers are the palms of human hands.

In the River Styx, in the spirit form, the black deer is standing on two legs.

On the palm-like antlers, a human face emerges from the palm.

This is the original "soul" of Black Deer.

In the early days, there was more of a "human" element in the spirit than a "deer" element.

But with the opening of the old calendar, as he gradually realized that he would become a slave of the god of competition forever in the country of competition-

Human nature, self, and soul are constantly dissolving.

The part that belonged to the "human" gradually collapsed and gathered at the antlers, the palm-sized place.

And the monster part occupies all parts of the body.

Qin Ze was facing a boatman who could summon the chains of hell.

And if Ling Aozhe wants to swim up, he will surface the Styx......

You have to defeat this black deer in the depths of the River Styx.

This is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

Because everyone doesn't have Qin Ze's talent.

When negative emotions continued to accumulate, Ling Aozhe himself became extremely heavy.

Several times, he launched an attack on the Black Deer.

In Styx, it seems that everyone has lost their abilities.

But the balance system is still in effect, and this netherworld is still standing in the country of competition.

Therefore, Ling Aozhe actually has the power to fight with the black deer.

Here, the competition is about whose soul is stronger.

If there were no Styx, if there was no favoritism of the boatmen, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

But there was no if.

The black deer has the protection of the captain, the boatman Rahyan, and can breathe freely in the River Styx, without being affected by negative emotions.

This effect lasts for 30 minutes.

And thirty minutes is definitely enough time to completely defeat your opponent until he falls to hell.

It was only a few minutes, and Ling Aozhe was already overwhelmed.

A large amount of Styx water poured into his body, and the boundless, frenzied wave of negative emotions, the painful screams from the dead, bombarded his mind.

He fought Black Deer for three rounds, and then lost early because his body continued to sink.

Feel the heaviness of your body, the crazy influx of negative emotions......

The last thing Ling Aozhe could do was to keep thinking.

Want to do a miracle.

He always thought that luck was still on him.

I have been thinking, how could a lucky person like myself die in such a place?

"I've seen the world that ordinary people haven't seen......"

"My experience in the past few days has been more wonderful than my previous life......"

"I can't die here, my daughter must exist!"

Ling Hanshu must exist!

So what is so special about the memories she left behind?

Ling Aozhe thought desperately, but he couldn't think of anything.

All the memories in his mind were gradually losing color.

He recalled the bits and pieces with Ling Hanshu, as a father, he let Ling Hanshu ride on his neck.

No matter how busy he is, as long as Ling Hanshu calls and says, "Dad will pick me up from school", he will have no hesitation and immediately put down what he is doing and go to pick up Ling Hanshu from school.

He would even think about cooking for his daughter. Even if the wife's craftsmanship is obviously better.

But he couldn't tell whether these memories were real or fake......

He also couldn't figure out why the memories were appearing if they were fake.

Why did you become a bug in this world?

To be killed and erased by the world?

Time was so short that the marquee-like images flashed frame after frame.

But he just couldn't find the meaning of the answer.

When his consciousness was about to fade, Ling Aozhe showed a relieved smile.

The stubborn and tenacious old man, no longer trying to fight the River Styx, shouted with all his might:

Qin Ze...... I can't remember......"

He couldn't remember, and he didn't know if this was a disappointment to Qin Ze.

I don't know, in such a Styx, Qin Ze can hear the shouts.

……

……

Four frowned slightly when he felt his body fall into the River Styx.

He didn't look at the huge, myriad spirit inlaid monster feet.

The centipede-like body looked terrifying, but Number Four had seen more creatures of the old calendar that were a hundred times more terrifying than him.

Number Four frowned because he thought of his current situation at the first time.

As a genius, a calculator, he guessed that he was now in some kind of spirit state.

The group was dragged into a strange area by the other party's boatman.

What he didn't expect was that he was a mechanical being......

The soul is still the soul of a human being.

Why?

At this moment, Number Four developed some disgust for himself.

How weak are human beings?

In the human stage, he has seen the ugly side of countless people.

He still remembers the time when he tried to get his sister eternal life...... Those people looked at themselves with the eyes of a patient.

He hated the gaze.

After finally succeeding in opening the Old Calendar form, Number Four thinks that he has gotten rid of humans.

Finally becoming a mechanical life means that many irrelevant things as a human being can be easily forgotten.

Humans are a very weak species, and their memory is extremely limited.

Number Four remembers that his sister once said:

"Brother, I really don't know how to do this question."

"Why? This is just a topic for the first year of high school, isn't my sister a college student? ”

"Hahaha, let me tell you, the pinnacle of human academics is in the year of the college entrance examination, and it won't work later, I have forgotten a lot of things in my sophomore year, I am from a history department, you let me teach you history, just let me go in mathematics."

At that time, Number Four was surprised.

He always thought that human beings should remember something and never forget it.

Therefore, in literature, there is the word eternity, and the love and family affection in it can be unswerving.

He thinks that many people can't remember at best, but once they do, they shouldn't forget.

It turns out that human beings will forget.

A few years later, his sister died, and at his sister's funeral, Number Four felt so uncomfortable.

It's not his own sister, it's just the neighbor's sister.

Once, a neighbor's drone broke down and was thrown in the trash.

Number Four picked it up and repaired it.

Then he returned the repaired drone to the neighbor's house.

The one who opened the door was the neighbor's sister.

"You fixed it alone? How do you do it? You're such a little genius. ”

From this time on, No. 4 became friends with his sister.

He kept calling her sister. But in my heart, I don't regard it as a pure sister.

He also has his own thoughts.

It's just that it's always hidden deep inside.

Parents always ignore Number Four because they are too rational and eccentric, and the things they study are too detached from their peers......

Number Four wasn't actually popular.

But my sister was very nice to Number Four.

Number Four has always loved his life.

One day, he read a book that says that people must love something concrete to avoid falling into nothingness.

He was thinking, maybe this is what people call an anchor, right?

All he thought of was his sister.

It's just that many years later, my sister died.

At his sister's funeral, Number Four did not say a word.

His world collapsed. He didn't want to endure the soul-tearing pain at all.

He wished he could forget about it.

But humans are ridiculous things, they have a hard time remembering things, they remember something, and it doesn't last long.

But you really want them to deliberately forget something, but they never forget.

With the advent of the calendar, Number Four saw the possibility of detachment from humanity.

He wants to be a mechanical being, he wants to be free to remember anything he wants to remember, to forget anything he wants to forget.

But the real reason is not these.

After getting the calendar and witnessing the strange coming, Number Four wants to dig up his sister's grave.

"I'll take you to eternal life."

He said in surprise at his sister's tombstone.

But all he saw were corpses that had long since decomposed to the point of white bones.

And he was greeted with the same perverted gaze as people.

There is no flesh and blood, only white bones, can she be resurrected?

Number Four doesn't care about people's eyes, all he cares about is the crazy thoughts in his head.

He had a clear idea, first of all, he had to make himself a mechanical life, let himself be a guinea pig, and successfully complete the experiment before he could carry out the next operation.

Thus, Martyr IV began his journey of "evolution".

When he finally transforms into the form of an old calendar, and finally becomes a mechanical being, Four is very happy.

He could easily erase the memories that made him miserable.

He can also memorize everything he wants to remember easily, faster than before.

Most importantly, he is one step closer to achieving immortality and achieving mechanical ascension.

But at this moment, in this yellowish Styx, Number Four saw a scene that disgusted him.

He's still the way he used to be.

It's still the way it was when it was human!

His soul is still a fragile human being.

Hundredfoot launched an attack on Four.

Four is mired in great self-doubt, wondering if his research is wrong.

Wonder if you still have an unbearable, sensual soul hidden?

I suspect that for so many years, I have never dared to delete some painful memories, and I have always kept some things irrationally......

Is it still nostalgic for human identity?

He was so painful that Hundred-Foot's attack on Four, and Four didn't even care.

More and more negative emotions continue to pour into Four's mind.

Number Four shouted:

"Go away! Go away! Go away! ”

"Erase the memory! Delete memories! ”

It doesn't make sense, he's still a human soul, in spirit form, without any mechanization.

In the past, in the face of various mental attacks, he could easily detect all kinds of abnormal memory invasions and then delete them.

But now, he can't erase the surging negative emotions, and the memories of his sister's death should come back over and over again.

He didn't care that opening his mouth would make the turbid waters of the Styx pour into his body even more violently.

It's like a king who has completely broken the city, shouting loudly for escort.

But he was no longer a mechanical body, and he could no longer build any defenses.

Four's body became heavy.

Hundredfoot mocked:

"I don't even need to attack you, you're already in a state of collapse, what a fragile soul."

Four hears the taunt.

But he couldn't respond anymore.

His consciousness was trapped in his sister's funeral, unable to escape from this environment that he did not dare to face.

His spirit is falling into hell.

……

……

The snake girl swims fast.

Of all the battles, it was not the easiest for Baizu to face the Four.

The battle of the snake girl is even easier than imagined.

Ferrymen, or boatmen, occasionally appear in the "Undead Zone" after summoning the River Styx.

The heavier the negative emotions, the more likely it is to become food for these undead.

And the area where the snake girl is located is the area with the highest concentration of undead.

In the eyes of the snake woman, among several people, Akasi is the trump card in the bright sense.

The most powerful being, she was ready to fight Akath in the River Styx.

With the ability to breathe with the boatman, she is confident that she will defeat Akasi, although the process may not be smooth.

But to the Snake Woman's surprise, Akasi was unlucky.

In the Styx region of the others, there are not a large number of undead, but the location where Akath appears has a large number of undead at the beginning.

When Akath was swimming in the River Styx, the hand of the undead had already dragged Akath back.

His body, which should have been extremely agile, became extremely heavy even without the negative emotional effects.

The Serpent Lady looked down on the Nether army underground, and didn't even dare to approach Akath.

Fear of being affected by the same thing.

"Poor man, this battle, before I can feel it, you have already disarmed."

Countless hands from hell enveloped Akath in layers.

Akasi is like a piece of meat that sinks into a lake and is eaten by countless fish.

Eventually, his spirit sank into the dark mud, separated from hell by a thin line.

The snake girl was not careless, she had to watch Akasi sink into the mud little by little, and completely enter hell before she would leave.

Originally, this was also an order given to them by the boatman.

Of course, in the memory of the snake girl, there has never been a soul that can turn back after touching the muddy area.

……

……

Four battles, all lost in a one-sided manner.

Only Li Xiaohua's side is unusual, showing the possibility of victory.

The reason why a photographer is called a photographer is because his face is full of eyes, eyes between his fingers.

Just looking at such a picture, there is a sense of voyeurism.

And when he was a human, he was indeed a candid photographer.

He likes to secretly photograph women's skirts, and more importantly, create fake news.

Relying on the pictures taken by yourself, after a certain degree of processing, you can win gimmicks and traffic.

For example, when a couple kisses, he will describe it as some kind of forbidden love, or simply give the woman the identity of a married woman, and the title is probably "Married woman xxx cheats on someone".

He enjoys spreading rumors.

I also enjoy the feeling of using the camera to make up stories and create new worlds.

That's why his old calendar is so abstract.

However, the professional photographer of the old calendar, in the final analysis, is the control flow.

And the photographer in the form of a soul is very weak.

Although the form is still the form of a photographer, and there are very few parts of being human, this soul is fragile.

On the other hand, Li Xiaohua is one of the very few beings whose spirit body is stronger than the physical body.

When the undead's arm continued to stretch out, trying to drag Li Xiaohua, Li Xiaohua directly tore off the undead's arm.

When the breath brought into the Styx water, so that the negative emotions began to pour infusion, Li Xiaohua slapped directly on his head.

It was as if a powerful palm pressure had slapped the water of the Styx out of the spirit body.

With a slap, Li Xiaohua's eyes were angry, like a furious god of war who was not bound by any weirdness.

He's the beast of the River Styx!

This man, who can always follow Qiao Wei and go to various god territories, is unimaginably powerful!

It seems that there is an inside and outside, from the body to the soul, which is full of domineering!

The photographer and Li Xiaohua, one is like an escaping fish, and the other is like a ferocious torpedo.

The speed and strength of two people should be the same.

However, Li Xiaohua's momentum made the two seem to be not at the same level.

The photographer realizes that this is a being with a strong soul.

This person's strength is above himself!

He didn't dare to face Li Xiaohua.

Like the fictional god of war Li Yuanba, Li Xiaohua showed the posture of a god blocking and killing a god, resisting the shackles of the undead, with a heavy body, and approaching the photographer despite obstacles.

Also approaching the lake.

"Even if you can beat me, your speed is not faster than mine!"

"Even if you are full of fighting spirit and courage, you can't really be unaffected by the will of the undead!"

"Your buddies won't all be as strong as you, they'll soon sink into hell! My buddies will be there to help right away! ”

That's true.

If you are just facing the photographer, even if you are facing the heavy effect of negative emotions, even if you can't breathe normally.

Li Xiaohua is also sure that she relies on her strong personal ability and momentum to eat her opponent.

But it's bound to take some time.

And if your teammates lose, then there is no point in winning this battle alone.

What's more, above the River Styx, there is also the master of the River Styx.

At this time, Li Xiaohua was only reluctant and did not put herself in a disadvantaged situation.

But if you really want to say that you are in the middle of the advantage, you can't talk about it at all.

He swam as fast as he could.

Although the situation is very clear in her mind, Li Xiaohua has an advantage.

That's what you can't figure out, don't think about it, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Whether it is 10,000 enemies or 1,000 people, you have to start with the first opponent.

"I can't care so much, if it is planted in the hands of the boatman today, I will admit it, but Lao Tzu is dying, and he has to pull a cushion!"

With such a mentality, Li Xiaohua began to fight back!

In fact, it is as ferocious as the most powerful evil spirits in the River Styx!

There was no hesitation in his eyes, and there was no wavering in his heart.

"If the female demon is here, she will definitely be able to sweep away these demons, demons, monsters, and ghosts!"

"Although the female devil is not there, her man is here!"

This is a very strange feeling, Li Xiaohua has actually only met Qin Ze for a short time.

But inexplicably, he has a sense of trust in Qin Ze.

It's not just Qin Ze, maybe from the first game, Li Xiaohua has expectations for all the homesick people.

It is impossible for these guys with heavy wishes to end up in the River Styx!

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……

"One, two, three, four...... Well, the fifth one hasn't been solved yet, and it's not surprising that the foreign player who suddenly joined seems to be one of the two people who won the equestrian competition not long ago. ”

"In the country of competition, there are always some very powerful variables. But the premise is that they don't participate in hellball. ”

Luo Yan spoke, his expression leisurely.

Although there is still a battle with no winner or loser, in Luo Yan's opinion, there is no suspense in this game.

He was still squatting by the lake, watching the sinking figure of "Fuxi".

It was a one-sided battle, and it was the situation that Luo Yan expected.

People who don't have "breathing" will only get more and more bulky in the River Styx.

Spirits that are not ferried will eventually be left silent in hell.

There are, of course, exceptions.

It's like when a person is seriously injured and dying, it seems that he can see a familiar person.

This is the blessing of the soul.

In layman's terms, it is what people say: I seem to see my grandmother.

But this situation is extremely rare.

How slim it is to meet a key soul among so many undead in the River Styx. Countless dead people are like the sand in the vast desert, the dust that happens to know you, the dust that happens to be willing to protect you, just nearby, just in this river basin, how lucky should it be?

The possibility of such a situation is very small and almost negligible.

But for some reason, Luo Yan noticed something unusual.

"Styx, something is wrong."

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……

Consciousness is in an endless fall.

Number Four could no longer feel the attack from the Hundred Feet.

He was just trapped at his sister's funeral and never got out.

He watched the people around him cry and laugh, looked at the person he loved the most only a black and white portrait, and realized again and again that there was a person who had left him permanently.

The drizzle is like the sorrow of others, and the endless turbulence and indulgence are the pain of Number 4.

He was desperate to erase his memories, to throw all his great grief into the recycle bin.

But he couldn't.

Number Four was in agony, and he thought he would go to hell with such pain.

Perhaps, this is hell.

But just as he thought so, the touch of the drizzle suddenly disappeared.

The rain didn't stop, but an umbrella appeared above Four's head:

"It's been a long time, why are you still the same as back then?"

Number Four froze, and all the pain seemed to stop for a moment.

He looked up in shock and looked at the somewhat illusory figure.

The world around us continues, the crying, the conversation of people, the noise of children, continues.

It's like a single loop.

But Number Four couldn't hear anymore, and he and the woman who suddenly appeared were like beings from another world.

"Sister?"

"I am the source of your pain, but you have never deleted me."

My sister said with tears in her eyes and a smile.

Four didn't know how to respond, thinking it was a dying hallucination.

He tried to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid that it would touch nothingness.

But the elder sister took the initiative to approach, so that No. 4 felt the real, living temperature.

"No matter how much the machine covers the flesh and blood, no matter how much your computing power grows by leaps and bounds, your soul will never grow again, and it will still be the same as it was back then."

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know that my death would cause you such pain."

"I don't know your soul, it's still waiting for me."

When my sister said this, she suddenly threw away the umbrella in her hand, and then hugged No. 4, who still looked like a teenager.

Number Four was at a loss for a moment, but as a spirit being, something appeared in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It was a tear.

"I've always thought I understood you. But I overlooked one thing, I ignored what you care about me, how much you love me. ”

Number Four finally asked the doubts in his heart:

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Because someone told me you were here."

"Who's that guy?"

Number Four had more questions.

My sister shook her head and said:

"It doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that I'm going to take you out of here."

"Brother, the soul is still human, it's not a sad thing."

The older sister let go of her embrace and took Four's hand.

In the midst of the infinite pain, Number Four suddenly felt his body become lighter.

"If you do become a machine, then you lose your human emotions. I'm a memory to you that should have been erased. ”

"But you haven't deleted it, have you?"

Number Four did not respond.

Indeed, when he had a mechanical body, the chip in his mind told him more than once that he wanted to erase memories of someone.

It's a memory that will indulge in pain, it's a ...... Weakness.

But the number four has never been deleted.

He hated being human, and on the other hand, he was afraid that when something was lost, he would no longer be himself.

The old calendar form, in the final analysis, is the renunciation of human identity.

"Brother, thank you, I really feel love."

"It has been said that a person is only truly dead when he is completely forgotten by everyone."

"But I didn't expect that I would be forever remembered in someone's mind."

When my sister said this, she took a deep breath, she stared at No. 4 with both eyes, and said seriously and poignantly:

"Don't give up your human identity, don't forget me! Then I can truly live forever! ”

"You will find a new balance, and before you can reach the perfect evolution, find the ...... that will hold you to humanity Anchor. ”

The world has completely changed.

The funeral scene, which had no exit, suddenly became cloudy.

The cries of the evil spirits stopped abruptly, and the surrounding images were no longer the images of those memories, and the waters of the River Styx were still yellow.

The young man, who was about to sink into the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be anchored to his human identity again.

Little by little, his soul was growing.

The "sister" who was pulled by an unknown soul allowed Number Four to reconcile with his human identity at the last moment.

He suddenly remembered that he had become a mechanical being, essentially to keep his sister alive permanently.

But after he really became a mechanical life, he also lost part of the "human" element.

He began to ostracize himself.

Began to pursue absolute rationality and higher computing power.

In the process, he forgot his original intention.

With the disappearance of the anchor, the chip of the brain also keeps issuing instructions to "delete the sister".

But time and time again, he refused.

But No. 4 doesn't know how long he can refuse.

He has gradually lost his identity as a "human" and has become a monster of the old calendar, a mechanical life.

Today, immersed in the River Styx, he realizes that he has been trying to preserve his human identity.

The soul is still the soul of man.

As a mechanical being, he loathed his human soul, and he fell into a self-collapse.

But not long ago, the undead "sister" who was dragged by someone reminded Number Four of his original intentions.

"Only as a human can I remember her forever!"

When such a reconciliation is completed, it is as if Four has re-anchored his human element.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was no longer any confusion!

His eyes were so sharp that in the middle of the River Styx, like a hundred feet floating in the sky, there was suddenly a sense of crisis.

In the next second, the arms of countless undead were broken, and Four's body suddenly became light, and he traveled at an extremely fast speed!

At this moment, Baizu is like seeing a monster!

"Impossible! How did you get to grips with breathing? ”

Baizu couldn't believe what he was seeing, and Number Four didn't know what was going on.

But everything seems to be related to the mysterious person who "pulled" my sister to appear.

And now, he doesn't want to think about the reason, what he wants to do is to defeat the enemy in front of him!

After being reconciled to himself, Four's spirit seemed to grow.

Hundredfoot swings his long, centipede-like body in an attempt to stop Four.

But No. 4 didn't dodge at all, like an arrow, and slammed straight into Baizu.

The collision in the water caused a huge twist and turn.

The hundred-legged body shattered in an instant.

Countless spirits are actually "parts", shells that are used by a hundred feet to cover their own bodies.

Now that the shell has faded, Number Four sees the mutilated hundred-legged.

The body with a hundred hands and legs was gone, and what appeared in Four's eyes was nothing more than a deformed body with missing arms and legs.

Because of deformity, mutilated limbs, and the cold eyes of others, the first thing to do after owning the old calendar is to take revenge on society.

After degenerating into the form of the old calendar, obsession also allowed him to have enough "limbs".

It's just that the part of the spirit is still a mutilated member.

In this regard, the number four and the hundred feet are somewhat similar.

But the nature is completely different, the fourth is to remember a person, forcibly stifling his own growth, and the soul is permanently stuck in the way it was when the teenager attended the funeral.

And Baizu stopped growing because he was jealous of others and disgusted with the world in his heart.

So when Baizu first saw the mutilated No. 4 in the court, he stared at No. 4, thinking that he had found a toy to play with.

Or rather, I thought I had found something to show off.

But the two are actually very different.

A soul that has not grown and stayed where it is, but has always had a complete soul.

Although a part of the soul has been corrupted by monsters, there are more and more monster parts in the soul, but the part that is a human has always been broken.

The balance of victory and defeat is still tilted in the opposite direction, and Baizu only then remembered that No. 4 seemed to have never looked at himself from beginning to end.

Enraged, it attempted to manipulate the shattered spirits and encircled Four.

But the number four, who has mastered the "breath", is obviously the stronger side at the moment.

Carrying the neck of the hundred-legged human spirit part, Number Four swam towards the top of the River Styx at great speed.

He wants to win the game, even if he has reconciled, even if he no longer loathes his human part, he has to win the game, he has to find the place where he is welcome and needs him.

"Even if you're lucky enough to get your breath right! Your teammates are dead, too! Wait until the summoning of the River Styx is over...... You will be defeated because you are not outnumbered! ”

The deformed giant baby-like hundred-legged roared, and Number Four didn't care at all.

Thinking of the mysterious man who brought his sister's soul to him, Number Four whispered:

"They won't lose."

……

……

Akasi's body is falling endlessly.

By the time the mud and the river water poured into his body, his body was too heavy to swim to stop the fall.

But I don't know when......

The undead arms that were pulling Akath no longer dragged Akath.

There is only endless darkness around.

This is the silt area of the River Styx, where many unwilling spirits are hidden.

This is the entrance to hell, and countless evil spirits are like beasts in the darkness.

Akasi no longer struggles and cannot struggle.

He could only let the darkness consume him completely.

But just when he completely gave up resistance, he suddenly heard a word.

"Akasi, did you bring my suicide note?"

"And mine, I'm from the Fog Squad, Akasi, do you remember me?"

"Why are you asking such a boring question, Akath is only here now, you should ask, isn't it what happened to the Troubled Land?"

"yes, what's going on in the Land of Chaos?"

"Has the kingdom we hoped for appeared? Is our death worth it? ”

"Are we hellish guys who are not willing to be silenced heroes?"

One by one, questions came from the border of hell, like the entrance to the abyss, and human voices were heard.

Akasi's whole body was shocked, and the feeling of drowsiness disappeared completely.

Fog line, what a familiar name.

Of course he remembered the fog line.

Of course, he remembered that when the revelation in the sky was two, the team was divided into the Fog Walker Squad and the Thunder Walker Squad.

There was only a 50 percent chance that everyone would survive, so the high priest sent a group of people to the thunderstorm and a couple to the mist.

Put both prophecies and revelations into practice.

At the crossroads of fate, Akasi chose the Thunderwalking Squad.

And when they managed to survive and await the next revelation, Akasi understood......

The fog squad was wiped out.

He guessed that he had really gone to hell.

Otherwise, how could the voices of those who have passed away be heard?

"The suicide note was brought, everyone's suicide note, I brought it! All you have to do is tell me your name and I can recite it. ”

Akasi responds to the darkness around him.

This sentence caused a moment of silence, and after the silence, there was a laugh of relief.

"Thank you, Akasi. How is our country doing? ”

Akasi says:

"Our country is free from the curse, and our wives and children are no longer bound to the place of stability."

"Our people will no longer have the fear of dying in the twilight of life, and we will no longer have to live in fear. Never disappear again for no reason! ”

At some point, there was a choking sound.

"That's nice...... It's good that our death is worth it. ”

"yes, yes...... Although I am dead, my children, my wife, will never worry about dying in the turbulence of time again. ”

"I don't have children and wives, but I'm so happy for you."

Many familiar voices rang out in the dark underground.

Akasi's eyes also welled up with tears as muddy as the River Styx.

If the end of life is to go to hell with these comrades-in-arms who have experienced life and death decisions together, then this journey is at least not lonely.

He seemed to be in some spirits, and his voice became louder and louder:

"The names of each of you are in the great monument of the Troubled Dimension Country, no matter where the Troubled Dimension Nation moves to in the future, no matter how the world changes, you will not be forgotten!"

"The country of chaos will usher in a prosperous era, and all of you who sacrificed for this prosperous era are heroes!"

"Every ounce of courage you have in making a choice has not been abandoned, and it will be passed on to every living member of the Troubled Nation......"

"The future of the country of chaos, the prosperity of the country of chaos, will be as you expect!"

The cry of hell is no longer just wailing and mourning, pain and resentment.

At the entrance to hell, the members of the Fog Walking Team who had died in the decision were full of relief in their cries.

Even if they are reduced to the souls of the Netherworld, they have been waiting for a result.

Waiting for news that the Chaos Lands have broken the curse.

Now, under the tutelage of one person, they are waiting for that result. They converged at the entrance to hell and really saw Akath coming.

But they didn't welcome Akasi.

Or rather, it's not the right time.

"Thank you, Akasi, we got the message, but you don't belong to us."

"yes, the welcome ceremony, let's talk about it later."

"Akath of the Thunder Team, please wait for the prosperity of the Troubled Dimension Country, and then die after it really comes, we will continue to wait for your news in hell."

Countless hands that should have dragged Akath into the ground chose to hold the muddy and heavy soul.

Countless hands of hell held Akath up.

It's like a countercurrent erupting from the depths of hell!

Akasi's body is going backwards.

"The Fog Squad listens to orders!"

A deep voice sounded, it was the commander of the Fog Squad.

"Here!" Countless members of the Sound Mist Squad replied in unison.

In the depths of hell, these spirits seem to have returned to the eve of death.

"Send Akath above the River Styx! Even if we are gone! ”

"Yes!" The sonorous answer is full of the consciousness of going to death.

The demons of hell put on their robes again at this moment.

Under this command, Akasi felt that in the darkness, it seemed as if thousands of troops were running!

The essence of Akasi is still a living being, and as long as the living soul returns to the Styx, it will return to the human world when the ferry is over.

But the undead are different, if they swim too far from hell...... and it will perish.

It's just that for the Fog Walking Team, it's nothing more than - die again.

Akath burst into tears, and an ugly expression appeared on Junxiu's face.

He thought that he had long looked down on life and death, but at this moment, when he was redeemed by those who had died...... But he couldn't hold back the sadness surging in his heart.

The riverbed began to shake, symbolizing the silt of the entrance to hell, and suddenly the mud and sand made the yellowed River Styx even more muddy.

Like a thick gray mist rising in the distance.

And in the gray mist, a large group of undead are rushing in the posture of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The snake girl, who had already decided that Akasi was dead, suddenly turned around, its pupils constricted, and it couldn't believe what she was seeing

What a strange scene.

The guy who was supposed to be devoured by the undead, but like the evil ghosts of hell, he took the thousands of troops behind him and launched a sprint to the world!

The figure of the snake girl is huge, but under the torrent of the undead, how small!

Among the many duels, the duel between the snake girl and Akasi is, in the eyes of the snake girl, the least suspenseful.

Akath didn't even have time to defend himself before he was swallowed up by the turbulence of the undead.

But now, it's all the other way around.

The snake woman didn't even have time to resist before she was swallowed up by the turbulence of the undead.

……

……

Qin Ze and Ling Aozhe are still sinking.

A spirit was impaled through chains and shattered.

One is in a huge wail, using the last residual heat of life to illuminate the daughter who only exists in memory.

"How can I die here?"

Ling Aozhe was so unwilling.

How much he wanted to solve the riddle about Ling Hanshu.

He really wanted to know, what did Ling Hanshu leave for himself?

So a powerful being, an existence that is feared by the whole world, a person who is only a trace of life, and who is feared by the old calendar......

Why do you want to leave a memory between father and daughter in your mind?

He couldn't figure it out, and the confusion was getting heavier and heavier, just like the negative emotions on his body.

The body is getting closer and closer to hell.

But at such a time, Ling Aozhe suddenly asked himself:

"Why should it make sense?"

He remembered that when Han Su was a child, he would pee his pants and cry.

I remember that when Han Su was a child, he was bullied, and he would cry.

It's useless for my mother to coax, I have to coax myself as my father.

The daughter is the father's little padded jacket, and when the father is working hard for his daughter, the daughter will also give the father warmth.

He still remembers one time, his daughter called him and cried, just at the top of the Bianwei Building in Linxiang City, she was crying and thanking life, she seemed to be crushed by life, and wanted to jump off the building at that time.

But when death was imminent, she called the suicide helpline.

I was saved by the kind operator.

Ling Aozhe was thinking, her daughter must have been very sad at that time, right?

What happened to her? Why couldn't she think about it?

These memories kept flooding into Ling Aozhe's mind, and in the end......

It dawned on him that it didn't need to be meaningful.

It doesn't need to make sense for a father to remember his daughter.

A daughter longs to be remembered by her father and doesn't need to be meaningful.

"Qin Ze, I can't remember......"

Ling Aozhe let out a cry in the process of falling into hell.

"But I don't regret it, this weird world shows that my daughter needs me!"

"Why should it make sense?"

"In your eyes, she is the master of the old calendar, a big man. But in my eyes, she's just my daughter! ”

"A daughter is born to complain to her father, and a daughter is born to be coquettish with her father!"

"Maybe at the end of her life, she just wanted me to remember her?"

"Each of us has someone we never want to forget, right?"

Heilu heard these words, and Qin Ze on the other side also heard them.

Perhaps it is the luck in the body that makes this pair of year-old friends have some kind of induction and connection.

Qin Ze heard these words.

yes, why should it make sense?

Why does Ling Hanshu, who is the master of the old calendar, leave a memory, and there must be some kind of secret?

If you fall into despair, you will think of your father, right?

Ling Aozhe on the other side seemed to realize that this was the end of his life.

With great perseverance, he expelled those heavy negative emotions and shouted with all his might:

"Qin Ze! I don't know what that memory is, she left me with so many memories that I really don't know which one is crucial. But for me, every memory counts! ”

"The world is going to kill me! So many people are going to kill me. But I don't doubt myself anymore! ”

"It's okay if you can't remember! It doesn't matter if I don't know why she gave me this memory! ”

"How could I be a mistake! I'm her dad! I want to live! I'm proof of her existence! I want to live! She can't be wrong! ”

"How can a father let what his children work hard to prove become a mistake!"

Ling Aozhe really had no choice.

He wants to live, but he's an ordinary person in the true sense of the word.

He couldn't defeat the Black Deer, and he couldn't stop himself from sinking into hell.

All he could do was believe in miracles.

When a person is about to drown, he will definitely grab everything he can and use all means to survive.

And what Ling Aozhe was able to catch in the end...... There is only Qin Ze.

Only this young man who carried him from the night of the heavenly storm to the other world.

Unwilling to shout, every word entered Qin Ze's shattered spirit body.

Yes, how can a father make what his children work so hard to prove become wrong?

Qin Ze remembered Qin Han.

The man who constantly praises himself, but grovels to others.

He was obviously in school, constantly apologizing and bending over, and being ridiculed, but when he returned home, he praised himself:

"Son, you're right! They're really scared! When you grow up, you will also learn to protect yourself with the weapon of the law! ”

Qin Ze still remembers Qin Han's smile at that time.

This clumsy lie was concealed by Qin Han until he died.

Because it is impossible for a father to make a son wrong.

Qin Han is already dead, and Qin Ze has no way to come back from the dead.

The gap between life and death is too thick, even in the weirdest old calendar world, there is a wide river of Styx.

But at least...... At least let Ling Aozhe survive.

What was the secret that Ling Hanshu left behind, that might not be a mystery that could be solved now.

Maybe it doesn't matter at all, maybe everything is really just a great existence, when she is about to fall, she chooses to confide in her father, longing for this world and someone who can remember her?

Or, to be remembered in itself, is the face of the puzzle.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he wants Ling Aozhe to survive!

It was also at this moment that the sadness and anger in Qin Ze's heart broke through the extreme.

On the quiet No. 3 court, twelve people were still motionless.

The bodies that carry their abilities, as well as the items on them, cannot be used.

But there is one exception.

It's a watch that connects with the soul.

The hands of the watch were spinning rapidly.

The dial began to shatter, the hands began to twist, and it seemed as if some great force was destroying the item.

But the props themselves are still in operation.

The speed at which the hands turn is so rapid.

……

……

In the No. 3 audience, Qiao Wei, who was a little lonely, raised her head, as if she sensed something.

The calendar she had hidden in her robe shone faintly.

"The Power ...... of Dzogchen"

When a certain Dzogchen power is released, the surrounding calendars will also be sensible.

Qiao Wei didn't expect that Qin Ze had only been given the calendar for three weeks, and he had only been able to get it more than ten times.

But there has already been a Great Perfection level of adaptation.

She smiled, but there was a little loneliness in her smile.

……

……

Dzogchen.

In Qin Ze's career, there was only one great consummation.

That's when the grave sweep is time. It was also on that day that Qin Ze met Ling Aozhe.

One worships his father, and the other worships his daughter as a father.

That was the first time the two met, and before that, Ling Aozhe had only seen Qin Ze's information as the chairman and expressed his liking for the young man.

But the two did not meet face to face.

That time, the Great Consummation was because Qin Ze's emotions broke through the extreme value when he saw his father.

And this time, his emotions broke through the extreme because he wanted to protect a father.

Only this time...... The source of Qin Ze's strength is still that man - Qin Han.

When the spirit is broken, when the body returns to the bottom of the River Styx, when you fall into hell......

This means that death comes.

And that Great Perfection gave Qin Ze a death immunity.

[Great Perfection Blessing: Guardian of the Dead. 】

[Guardian of the Dead: No duration limit, even if it ends today, it will still be in effect until you encounter death, which will be consumed.] and help you get out of trouble.

Deaths include deaths from disease, death from old age, accidental deaths, combat deaths, and rule-based deaths. 】

At the moment when Qin Ze experienced death, the blessing of the deceased also took effect.

And under the effect of the watch, that huge force of luck also began to exert its effect, with Qin Ze's emotions as the driving force...... Let the dead guard, with a more vast effect.

Qin Ze's shattered spirit body was pieced together in hell by a man who was quite similar to his eyebrows and eyes.

And the next second, the man hugged his child.

"You've grown up and met a lot of great friends."

"I'm really happy for you."

The man didn't make much of a stop, and the calendar gave him the ability to save his own children.

And the watch magnifies this ability......

At this moment, this man named Qin Han was like a god under the dual blessing of the power of the old calendar and the power of the watch.

In the process of repairing Qin Ze's spirit body, he also came into contact with Qin Ze's memories.

He sighed that his son was really a genius, and even the experience was so much more amazing than his own.

And the next second, he was gone.

He appeared next to the soul of a woman:

"Your brother, trapped on the day of your funeral, do you want to see him? I can take you to him. ”

The woman was incredible, in the endless darkness of death, she never thought that she would see her living brother again.

After doing all this, Qin Han disappeared again.

In the borders of hell, he gathered countless good sons who sacrificed their lives for the country.

"Don't let his journey end so early, hell is not a good place. Therefore, I beg you, go and stop him. ”

As a result, the thousands of troops of the Troubled Nation launched a charge in the River Styx.

As introduced in Dzogchen, in addition to avoiding death, it will also help the calendar owner to get rid of the predicament of death......

There is no doubt that Qin Han did it.

It's just a pity that he didn't find the soul of the old ruler.

Because he didn't see Ling Hanshu's appearance in his son's memory.

But that's enough, even if it's the great consummation of the calendar, with a watch that can turn luck into a special energy, Qin Han won't have too much time.

In the process of Qin Ze's consciousness splicing......

Qin Han said to Qin Ze:

"Although you must really want to die for once, let me be with you forever and watch you...... But isn't the child, the father, there to help the child overcome difficulties? ”

"Besides, you are all good boys, carrying such heavy wishes, defeating so many strong enemies, very handsome!"

"I'm sure you'll grow into the towering tree I need to look up to."

"Now, go and defeat that little boatman, who is nothing but an extradite boatman on the River Styx, who thinks he is the lord of hell. I really don't like him. ”

"Hell hides horrors that the gods dare not touch, but does he think he can handle it?"

"It's just that in the future, these guys you don't like can only deal with it yourself."

"Ozawa, Daddy loves you, but it's time for me to go."

This was Qin Han's last sentence.

After this sentence, the deceased who guarded everyone also exhausted the power of the deceased's guardianship and returned to the darkness of the mud area.

The moment Qin Ze opened his eyes......

A miracle really happened.

He originally thought that it was "an order to be in danger", but when he saw the familiar smiling face that was drowned in darkness, Qin Ze understood everything.

It's not a necessity, it's a skill that's more powerful than the skills of a temporary worker.

The restored spirits seem to possess greater power than ever before.

Qin Ze didn't say much, he just felt a little grateful and regretful in his heart.

originally thought that he could rely on not dying and be with that man all the time.

But now, all this can only become a pity.

Qin Ze began to swim to a certain place with all his might.

Above the River Styx, Luo Yan seemed to sense that something was wrong.

He kept slapping the surface of the River Styx in fear, and he couldn't figure out how a mortal man could turn the tables!

Under this panic, why did such a majestic vitality suddenly emerge?

He kept slapping the water, causing countless ripples.

Countless iron chains were once again like dragons entering the sea, constantly crashing into Qin Ze.

But Qin Ze was like a ranger who had been paraded in hell for a long time, completely ignoring the obstacles in the water, faster than those most ferocious resentful spirits.

He quickly found Ling Aozhe and dragged him out of the hell entrance, the sludge.

And the black deer was as excited as if he had seen its prey.

Ling Aozhe is really not challenging enough for Heilu.

Heilu didn't expect that someone would be able to have such a fast speed.

"Worthy of being the captain of this team!"

It thought so, if it defeated Fuxi, it would also be a great honor.

But soon, Black Deer found out that the battle was over.

Its enemy is not Fuxi at all.

The light boat on the River Styx was swift.

Luo Yan felt some kind of fear.

Walking in the River Styx, I lost my reverence for life and death, and I had a feeling of being able to dominate hell.

He even had two guards, the companion of the evil taste, black and white impermanence.

But he never felt hell.

Now, the fear in Luo Yan's heart drove him to use his abilities constantly.

The face, which was whiter than the dead, was even whiter and sickly.

Countless iron chains continued to be born from the ripples of the River Styx, wanting to shatter Qin Ze's spirit.

But he never thought that these indiscriminate attacks would actually penetrate the black deer.

The counterattack belonging to the Homesick squad starts at this moment!

This suffocating showdown is about to usher in unexpected changes.

Countless souls were held up, and the first to rush out of the water was Akasi.

Around Akath, the souls of countless human silhouettes instantly turned into ashes.

In the midst of endless anger and sorrow, Akath took advantage of the momentum of treading the waves and ran to the lonely boat!

On the other side of the battlefield, Li Xiaohua twisted off the head full of eyes on the voyeur's spirit.

This man, codenamed Li Yuanba, is the only one who has not fallen into the disadvantage in the entire duel.

When he felt the surging flow of the River Styx, Li Yuanba was so powerful that the photographer couldn't move.

The next one is the number four.

Compared with the thousands of troops and horses of Akasi, the incomparable Li Yuanba, No. 4 seems quite stable.

He no longer had the emotional breakdown he had at the beginning.

Whether it's defeating Hundredfoot or surfacing the surface of the River Styx, it seems to be at ease.

On the left and right sides of the light boat, Akasi and Li Yuanba, one controlled the black impermanence, and the other controlled the white impermanence.

And when the fourth appeared, the speed of the light boat began to slow down.

Luo Yan couldn't believe how it was possible for this group of people to have everyone blessed by the undead?

Everyone happens to have mastered the breathing technique in the River Styx?

Some of them even have mud on their bodies, and they have advanced to the people of Hellland...... Can you survive?

He was terrified, but he didn't dare to jump into the water.

He was afraid of the Nether.

As a ferryman, as a boatman, he drowned countless people in hell, but he himself was afraid of hell itself.

But apparently, his fear doesn't change his ending.

The guy who couldn't be intercepted by countless chain raids seemed to stretch out his hand from the depths of hell!

Black and white impermanence is contained.

The galloping light boat was blocked.

Finally gave Qin Ze a chance to launch the final blow.

When he saw that hand, Luo Yan exclaimed in fright:

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! ”

He stretched out his leg and wanted to kick Qin Ze's hand away, but Qin Ze grabbed his leg instead.

Then Qin Ze dragged hard.

This boatman, who was on a light boat and leisurely overlooking hell, finally fell into the River Styx!

"Let's go to hell!"

The water of the Netherworld River poured into Qin Ze's body, but his spirit body did not see any turbidity.

He didn't know what Qin Han had done to him when he finally left.

But he knows that those who fool others into hell will be devoured by hell!

The waters of the Netherworld are so cold.

Luo Yan had naturally mastered the breathing technique, but he still felt suffocated.

Qin Ze pushed Ling Aozhe up with one hand, and pressed Luo Yan's neck with the other.

Then he suddenly fell, pressing Luo Yan into the depths of the netherworld.

The impact was huge, causing the silt to burst like a mist.

Only this time, there are no thousands of troops.

What awaits Luo Yan is only endless darkness.

When Luo Yan's body touched the muddy area, which is the border of hell......

Countless pitch-black arms stretched out from the mud, and in an instant, Luo Yan's body was torn apart.

The spirit body was completely shattered.

And Qin Ze, looking at the sky at the top of the River Styx, and then at the silt under his feet, he waved his hand and said a final goodbye to a certain man.

The battle between the homesick and the first legend, the winner, the homesick squad.

The back processing is a little rougher.,The main thing is that I can't write it anymore.,I'll repair it in the future.。

(End of chapter)