Darkness, the flames of the copper basin raised a dusky flame a few feet high.

The grimaces on the bronze walls struggled, as if they were about to crawl out, and, really, they ...... Crawled out.

Ancient mummies crawled out of the walls, silently roaring......

The rotting shroud, the breath of the dead.

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"No! What is this?"

As soon as the old demon was about to eat people and make supplements, these ghost things crawled out. Tear off his long bright red hair, tear his torn torso, and make a human stick, wailing bitterly.

This old demon was also unlucky, he was beaten by someone as soon as he practiced the Yuan Shen, and before he could digest it after eating a good horse, he was made worse than dead.

"Fear the awakening of my king, destruction is new life~~"

The mummies stabbed the heart of the old demon with a rusty bronze dagger, overflowing with drops of blood. They killed people, and countless servants and Kongtong disciples in the demon mountain were cut into sticks, stabbed into the heart with daggers, and performed ancient rituals.

They tied the stick to the post, pierced the nostrils through the nostrils with red-hot pliers, stirred it vigorously, and pulled it again, and the brain was torn out.

The blood is aroused, and it is disgusting.

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As witnesses of this ancient ritual, Meng Haoran and the others turned pale and trembled with fright, and they were about to pee their pants, it was really too bloody, an evil sacrificial ceremony.

The wood carvings emitted a soft glow that shrouded the forbidden land.

Carved wood on the chest, an ancient gate appears.

The door opened, and it was an ancient and desolate shijie. The beasts are roaring, the demons are roaring. Countless lives crawled on the ground. Pierce the heart with a sharp dagger. Summon the Heroic Spirit that has been left behind in the river of time.

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Forbidden Technique.

"You come from destruction, bringing killing and destruction. Destruction, new life, I sincerely summon your return with blood, resurrect, my king~~"

They roared, excited, and their faces were full of reverence. Summoning ancient memories with blood.

Drops of blood began to flow in the ground, and the blood streams were like a sea, converging into a sea of blood.

A little black shadow floated out from Meng Haoran's eyebrows, enjoying the feast of blood. A black shadow covers the heavens and the earth, and the devil has risen from darkness!

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Philip was overwhelmed with excitement, 300,000 years, 300,000 years, and his father had finally returned again.

In order to completely reincarnate and get rid of the imprint, Zhou Sheng reincarnated countless times. The true spirit is extinguished. He also wiped out his own memories and scattered all traces in the long river of time.

Only the grandest of rituals can gather his memories. Welcome his return with a feast of blood and be reborn from destruction. At that time, he will be absolutely free in soul, without any imprint of anyone......

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This sacrifice was only the first time, and countless blood sacrifices would be required in the future to truly gather his memories, which had to be done by the most reliable people.

His current form is a fragmented memory, which has been polished by the long river of time, and has long been broken, and many memory fragments have disappeared. This is equivalent to a photobrain program, to be reorganized.

Returning from death is a difficult process.

The back hand of 300,000 years ago also gradually promoted, if it wasn't for the last resort, he wouldn't dare to commit suicide so completely.

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For 300,000 years, his favorite creation, Philip, has become a great emperor, and he is only one step away from the gods. His other creations are also scattered throughout the universe, and they are doing their part for his resurrection according to the trajectory they originally deduced.

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Sikang's resurrection is to resurrect with the thoughts of others, in a state of no leakage and no thought, while Zhou Sheng goes one step further, completely annihilating his own existence, and he wants to create a new individual.

It is equivalent to turning his own memory into a movie and letting the reincarnated body watch it, then the reincarnated body will have a deep memory, and he will become Zhou Sheng! This is a kind of hypnosis, in fact, Meng Haoran is still Meng Haoran, but he has been exposed to too many things in Zhou Sheng, and he himself thinks that he is Zhou Sheng......

The real Zhou Sheng has long since disappeared.

A piece of light brain program cannot be resurrected......

"It's been 300,000 years, I've been waiting for 300,000 years, the hell war hasn't been fought yet, it's really an interesting era~~"

In the shadows, a dark ghost was silently daxiao.

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Philip strode out with his followers, and the wood carving was reduced to ashes.

He stood between heaven and earth, took a deep breath, and seemed to be reminiscing.

"The breath of the universe, it's been a long time, and the true fate of our abandoned clan has begun to turn, passing through the flood and wilderness, and re-establishing the battle flag......"

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Meng Haoran and the others looked at these ancients in front of them with an ancient aura in horror, and they couldn't understand that Weishenme would have such a bizarre thing.

"Jiji, my father is really ruthless, he let so many people be buried with him, and this mountain was filled with bones......"

With a strange smile, Philip saw through the mountain, which was filled with endless wreckage, all mummified and wanted to come out.

Their souls are tempered by evil secret methods, and they do not enter into reincarnation, but can only endure boundless darkness.

Only the most evil breath can reverse life and death!

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He looked at Meng Haoran with silver eyes, which always meant something embarrassing.

"Let's go, little one, it's time to take you the way you ought to go, henceforth you won't be you, deranged, ......"

The black shadow penetrated into Meng Haoran's eyebrows, and the black aura was swirling, and Yin Tang turned black.

He flicked his sleeves and left this white bone evil mountain with people in his hands.

Philip wants to make him insane, simply put, schizophrenia, split personality, he will think that he is not Meng Haoran, but someone else, in this way, Zhou Sheng will live......

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This is the human path, evil, but there is no way to do it.

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Celestial Mercury, there is an ancient family here, the Tianshui family.

Passed down from generation to generation. Take a severed hand as a family heirloom. Legend has it that this is the palm of the Tianshui Ancestor. this day. Philip came here, retrieved the severed hand, and turned it into ashes.

The wreckage left by Zhou Sheng will also be wiped out, and they are no longer useful.

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A small shijie, Meng Haoran went crazy.

Sometimes he goes crazy, sometimes hahadaxiao, sometimes he howls and cries.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you. Don't scare me!"

His maid Xiaoqing was crying, shaking her stupid son-in-law vigorously. These people Philip didn't kill, after all, resurrection is not a simple process, and now these are all preludes that need to be constantly conceived.

Meng Haoran also needs others to remind him that he is Meng Haoran, otherwise he will become a madman directly, he is really crazy, he can't be saved, and Zhou Sheng should not be resurrected.

Cheng Jingting and the little girls hid far away, and this matter became more and more weird. I should have run into a ghost......

The existence of these people can only allow Meng Haoran to be awake for a short time a day. After that, it's chaos, and you become a fool.

Meng Haoran became more and more silent, and he became more and more unable to tell who he was......

"No, you don't want to occupy my body, no matter who you are, get out of me~~"

He resisted with a strong will, stabbing his eyebrows with a sharp stone, trying to dig out the dark shadow.

It was dripping with blood, but the next moment it was intact.

Unfortunately, his efforts were unsuccessful, and this shadow is not a substance, but a projection of the mind.

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The hell war is getting more and more fierce, and this time it should be the most tragic fight in this cosmic era, as for the reason, it is the will of the kings of the two planes of the god realm and the immortal realm pushing behind.

Hell has the support of the Immortal Realm, and the Heavenly Realm Alliance has the support of the Divine Realm. The fairy world wants to let the evil of hell spread in the universe, accelerate the destruction of this universe, and advance the reincarnation of the era. What the Divine Realm needs to do is to keep extending this cosmic epoch, it is formed within this cosmic epoch, and the longer it lasts, the stronger it will develop.

The two kings of the plane secretly competed, and it became like this, and the fight was miserable.

How many lives have disappeared, how many races have perished, how many civilizations have been wiped out, and at the same time, the burden on the universe itself has also been much lighter, which is a benefit.

Resources are finite, and the more lives you have, the more resources you consume. At this time, the universe will mediate, and the will of the universe itself will also participate in this war, and it wants to kill more living beings, and it wants to fallow ......

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Let's take a ride on the ship of time, cross the gate of time and space, travel through countless years ago, and see the process of the route to hell.

It will be a more interesting, fuller, passionate and passionate evolutionary path than the human path, and it will also be the main path of rebirth.

The hell route is the main one, supplemented by the human route.

The two are one, and the real one can be resurrected.

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Hell is full of chaos, it's evil but it's not dirty, and there's no sulfur magma everywhere.

There are countless planes of the Abyss Hell, and the plane where that trace of true spirit lands is Moko Infinite Hell.

Moko Immeasurable in Buddhism represents greatness, which is a very large hell plane, a very high plane, and belongs to the higher plane at the level.

Among the more than 10 million intermediate planes, there will occasionally be one lucky person who evolves into a higher plane, and the higher plane is a completely different existence from the lower middle plane.

There is a long river in hell, the River of Forgotten Life, the river is dim, it is a long river in the starry sky of the universe that is immeasurably long and immeasurably light-years wide. No one knows where it came from or where it is going. I only know that this long river runs through the Hengsha Hell and nourishes countless dark beings.

It passes through the walls of hell, and its tributaries run across the Hengsand plane.

The infernal plane where Moko Immeasurable is located is in the middle of this great river, soaked in it, like a pearl in the river.

Balls of flesh the size of a skull, full of green pus, floated down the river. These balls of flesh are not very good-looking, and are covered with a disgusting layer of tentacles.

When you encounter a bend, you will be stopped, and the hell plane in the river is the bend, and it is also the plane that intercepts these meat balls.

Every day, countless balls of meat hatch and new ones float in.

This day is no exception.

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PS: Chapter 1. (To be continued......)