Chapter VII

A blood streaked through the darkness of the Immortal Heaven, falling into the boundless night, and a man stood on a towering tomb, and the cool night breeze blew, but he did not see the man's clothes and belts raised.

"Who are you, and why did you break into the royal tomb at night? ”

"The Guide—Ke. ”

The sound seems to come from the distant sky.

"I'll show you something. ”

With a flick of his sleeve, the man turned, and the space around him began to distort, as if entering a fantasy.

He saw a little girl crying helplessly in a pool of blood, making a heart-rending sound, and hurriedly walked over, just about to help her up, but his hand passed straight through her body, as if nothing, the little girl didn't seem to notice his existence, and still cried.

Suddenly, the little girl stopped, looking at him with eyes full of boundless hatred and resentment, he turned around, and several masked men in black, each carrying long knives and covered with blood, stepped over the corpses all over the ground and walked towards the little girl.

The little girl stood up, unable to tell what expression her face, walked straight through herself and walked towards the man in black.

When the knife fell on the girl, the man in black suddenly let out a low groan in his throat, and the corpses separated and fell to the ground. A man in black came slowly, with the coercion and loneliness that a king should have.

"Come with me?"

The girl nodded, took the man's hand, and disappeared into the night.

He turned around, wanted to chase after him, but the surroundings suddenly darkened, and when he lit up again, he was in a temple, an old monk wearing a robe and a robe fell in front of the Buddha statue, and his chest kept flowing blood, a little monk was wearing a gray monk's robe, his hands were covered in the old monk's abdomen, his hands were as scarlet as cinnabar, and he was sobbing violently.

"Remember...... Don't let ...... Hatred...... Full...... Yours...... Inside...... Heart. The old monk stared at the little monk and left.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo...... In vain...... In vain remembered. The little monk whimpered and closed his eyes for the old monk.

The King Kong statues in the temple are holding demon pestles, their eyes are wide open, and they look very hideous. In the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, there was only a gust of wind left in the desertion.

He turned around again, and the surroundings really changed again, this time in the boundless sea of fire, the surrounding painting buildings and Zhu Pavilion were burning and collapsing, a young man knelt on the ground, did not speak, and his brocade clothes were burned to extreme tatters.

The young man raised his hand to look at it, and a purple flame grew out of thin air in his palm, looking extremely weird. He lowered his hand, and the purple flame spread out on the ground, illuminating the splendor around him.

A woman in black appeared behind him at some point, he turned his head, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then got up and left together, behind him, everything was wiped out in the purple flames.

The two walked side by side, forgetting to look back at the sparkle of the fireworks in the night.

As soon as he turned around again, the light snow drifted in, and the snowy silver city, standing there alone, wearing a coat, walked straight forward.

The tip of the sword sliced across the snow, leaving a thin mark that snaked away.

In the vast snow and mist, thousands of feet high cliffs, he stood on the edge of the cliff, and the snow wind blew his coat slightly.

Tiptoeing, raging winds mixed with snowflakes swept everything.

A hoarse call could be heard faintly in the distance, but it seemed so small and faint in the snow and wind.

Without looking back, he plunged down, his robe fluttering up, and buried in the light snow.

Everything around him began to crumble again, twisted in the blink of an eye, and returned to the night, Wang Ling.

"What are you going to do?"

"Guide you. A voice sounded out of nowhere, "One life will kill one person, and one life will be wasted." ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Ye Jiasheng is extremely up, and Shura has faded away from Bodhi ash. ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"Half affectionate, half ruthless, and ruthless.

Half lovesickness, half judgment, and delusion. ”

"You have the ability to come out. ”

"Light Qiu burial snow, there is no heaven in Yincheng. The sword did not return, and the scarlet rain did not ask Shengge. A man spoke, and walked out of front of him, hazy and mysterious in the night.

"What the hell are you going to say?"

"Destiny"

Satan will come in a broken hymn, just as the Lord comes in the light of fire. ”

"I don't know anything Satan. ”

"Satan will sow the seeds of calamity throughout the continent, and the world will be devastated. ”

"He has four different kings under him, named after the four fierce beasts of ancient times. ”

"Gluttony, gluttony, chaos, poverty. ”

"When they gather all four things, Satan's entire temple of alien blood will be teleported, including himself. ”

"Then how do I stop him?"

"Someone will help you, that person comes from the abyss of extreme depravity, has no breath and no soul, and will help when it comes to chance. The man spoke, his figure gradually dissolving into mist and dissipating into the night.

"Why should I believe you?"

"You will believe me, Mount of Vanity, that is your first stop. "The figure is scattered, and there is no complaint for a long time.

Once, there was a man who fell on his knees in the void and signed a dark contract.

Once, there was a man, trembling in the chaos, who heard the oath of depravity ringing around him.

Once, there was a man who gave his soul to be reborn in exchange for foreign blood.

Once, there was a man, and now he is back, standing in the darkness, and the world is prostrate at his feet.

"Remember what I said?"

"When I return, I will be with you on the day of my funeral. ”