As far as the eye can see, it is still Moxi, and the chicken intestines are also like Moxi.

But in the next moment, the color of Moxi began to lighten, from dark to light, from black to clear, and gradually became transparent, from Moxi to Qingxi.

This scene should have been extremely joyful. Because half of the reason for the blackness of Moxi is caused by environmental pollution, there are too many artificial organic matter in the water, which makes the water too fertile, and the result is that many microorganisms multiply for a long time, which corresponds to this dark inky color. When the Xitan government has been in power for nearly ten years, the effect of cleaning and purifying Heixi has not been significant, but in this short period of time, Moxi has changed from black to clear, and Yang Yi only feels cold in his eyes, and he doesn't feel the slightest sense of joy!

The next moment, with a bang, the entire Moxi burst into flames, and the flames spread out from where Yang Yi's eyes could see, and in a moment they were all over Moxi!

Yang Yi took a step back in horror, only to feel the heat wave rushing towards his face, accompanied by a strange, vicious, and medium-sized sulfur breath.

It's like pouring oil into a black stream, and then lighting it, burning fiercely, forming a burning river!

The flames rose, and the demonstral leaped up nearly a few meters high, twisting like a flame snake, transforming into various patterns in the air, carrying information that Yang Yi couldn't understand.

Immediately afterwards, the flames turned from orange to blue, becoming more and more eerie.

Through the blue flames, Yang Yi found that he could still see the man on the opposite bridge.

He continued to gesture to look down.

Uncontrollable, Yang Yi looked down again.

The scene on the surface of the stream has changed, and the black stream, which has never been as black as ink and cannot illuminate the portrait, has faintly appeared many images, and it is becoming clearer and clearer. After only a few glances, Yang Yi realized that what he saw was not a reflection in the water, but an image that appeared in the depths of the water. And soon, various images appeared in the water one after another, forming a complete scene.

Yang Yi stood on the bridge and looked down, and an illusion was born in his heart. It's like standing on the top of a tall building and looking down.

Beneath his feet were the burning ruins of the building, which were already so mutilated that the structure of the broken eaves burned in the flames, constantly falling apart and falling, stirring up fire and dust, accompanied by thick black smoke that soared into the sky. Large and small holes are spewing fire outside, and the steel bars exposed at the section are burned red, like torture instruments stuck in the wall.

In such a case, there should be no living people. But when Yang Yi lowered his head and looked down, he found that through the ruins of the building, when his gaze reached the bottom of the unknown depth, there were still people underneath!

And there's more than one!

As Yang Yi's line of sight expanded, there were more and more people, more and more. At the end of the day, through the layers of flames, Yang Yi saw hundreds of millions of people!

They were all gathered underneath, the size of ants, wriggling like ants living in a fire.

Eyes drew closer again, and Yang Yi noticed that they were moving in a very strange movement. Walking sideways, walking backwards, these are not weird enough. The really weird ones are those who run on all fours like wild beasts, or those who land on their stomachs and wriggle like a snake on the ground in waves.

The feeling of horror grew bigger and bigger in his heart, and Yang Yi didn't dare to look at it anymore, but he was controlled by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't stop not looking.

These eccentric people are all moving in the same direction. Yang Yi followed the trend of their movement and looked over - at the bottom of the building, deep underground, there was a hill of light and convex eyes, red eyes, protruding abruptly from the ground, forming an existence that could not be ignored.

On the hill, there stood a man. The upper body is naked, and strange black and red lines are tattooed all over the back and shoulders. The lower body wore an old-fashioned battle skirt, and a flaming waist hung down from the waist and fell to the knees. Yang Yi couldn't see his face, only saw his messy black hair hanging down from behind, reaching up to his waist. There, the same black and red color, painted with a pair of symmetrical eyes.

This is a pair of eyes born on the waist behind the back. It's not a human eye, a human eye would never be like this, without an iris, round and round, with a blood-red cat's eye pupil in the middle. At the same time, Yang Yi noticed that they were active, and they were spinning and looking around, with an indescribable evil meaning, which reminded Yang Yi of the cat that always squatted on the wall and made a terrible cry when he returned at night. They are also like this, in the depths of the underlying darkness, looking strangely at the passers-by, and the only glowing pupils are shining with an unknown light.

Then, Yang Yi noticed that the person with the eyes on his back was holding an odd-shaped short spear with his left hand empty and his right hand. It does not seem to be cast as a whole, but is made up of many small components stacked on top of each other. When pinched in the man's hand, it was about two feet long, and at the end was a dark light like ink, which attracted all the light as if it were nothing. At the tip of the tip is a sharp structure with three petals juxtaposed, clustered around the thunderous tip of the spear in the middle.

Just when Yang Yi's whole spirit was attracted by this strange spear, the man suddenly moved, bent his knees, squatted, and suddenly catapulted! Huo jumped up, and two huge black wings suddenly spread out behind him out of nothing, and his entire body flew high into the air with a single shock.

Soaring to a certain height, the man hovered there, looking up from below, like a strange falcon soaring in flames!

The next moment, he raised his short gun in the air and shouted.

At the first shout, as soon as the tip of the gun lit up, a vast black mist shrouded it, forming an endless canopy of shadows.

Screaming again, the tip of the spear began to glow with thunder, making a thrilling crackling sound, spraying into the black mist.

Soon, the black fog came down like a thick cloud, and the lightning flickered in between, like the darkest hour before a storm.

When he called for the third time, Yang Yi finally heard clearly. He called out a word, or a phrase: Mapajanur!

The thunder and black mist shot out from the tip of the spear, and the man hung in the air, with an unrivaled momentum like a king's heavenly presence. It's just that this momentum is too evil, too ruthless, too brutal, more evil than evil, more ruthless than evil, more brutal than brutal. Just like a black hole in the universe that is on a par with the stars, the former brings vitality, and the living bring the most complete destruction, and not even a ray of light can escape!

Yang Yi looked at it, only to feel that his hands and feet were cold, and the endless evil and cold were everywhere, but he couldn't escape, and could only endure the endless darkness in the depths of the earth where the sun could not shine.

I can't help but look at him, even though I know that this is the purest evil, I still can't help but look at him.

His gaze wandered, and Yang Yi's gaze went up from his bare shoulders until it landed on the cheeks under his right ear.

There, there was a small knife mark, an inch long, that was conspicuous due to its slightly darker color.

This trace, Yang Yi couldn't be more ripe.

Because he also has the same shape, the same size, the same color, in the same place on himself!

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