"Blonde and Passer in front, Howard, you go to the back to prepare potions, watch out for each other's summons!"

A female master beside Ouyang Dao suddenly shouted, looking nervous. The other hunters quickly took their positions, and Howard quickly pulled Ouyang Dao back. Ouyang Dao looked confused, but Howard didn't explain it to him.

Ten bottles of medicine, five different colors of solution, in his hands.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the door of the warehouse in front of Ouyang Dao was shattered, and four people in black robes walked in, and the originally damp warehouse suddenly became cold.

"Why do you oppose my Poseidon? Do you want to go to the stars to see my God?" The black-robed man's voice was old, but his eyes sparkled under the hood, and his sky-blue pupils shimmered slightly, causing people to inquire inwardly. Ouyang Dao saw himself in that student, a tall man sitting on a throne in armor, his face was exactly the same as his own, but much taller.

"Don't look at his eyes" Howard stretched out his hand and pushed Ouyang Dao away, "He is the high priest of Poseidon, if you look into his eyes, you will most likely get lost in the imagination of the gods"

"Why let a lost lamb be far away from the arms of our Lord?God's eyes are high in the sky, and those who believe in God are watched" The old man in the black robe spoke in a high voice, his words were very sympathetic, but Ouyang Dao had goosebumps. It seemed to him that there was a ray of light falling from the stars, penetrating his whole body and even the secret of his left eye, which smiled and beckoned him back.

"Come back, my child, back to your father, back to your brother, back to the end of your life" Father... Brother... Ouyang Dao disappeared for a while, he felt as if his soul had left his body, and there was a colorful light in the sky guiding his direction, and the light blue sunlight was to dispel this obstacle. His gaze first shifted from the city to the city, and all the people knelt down reverently, shouting out words that Ouyang Dao didn't understand, these words were indistinct, they could hear him praise the sea god, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

Ouyang Dao's gaze was getting farther and farther away, the Lion City was already under his grasp, and the believers emitted a warm light, and there was a light blue stripe on their eyebrows. Ouyang Dao looked farther and farther, a bird's wings flew in front of his eyes, and the Lion City became a terrifying symbol, with the trident carrying the giant howling.

The light of the halberd is like thunder, and the body of the halberd is like a river between the mountains, the source of the river comes from the sea, the distant horizon, and the raging waves are converging. The wave is several hundred meters high, but it has become a line in the water.

The line became shorter and shorter, and Ouyang Dao left the clouds.

Stepping over the cloak of the planet, he felt that his heart suddenly burned, but the flames suddenly disappeared, and Ouyang Dao felt that he was at the bottom of the sea, hundreds of thousands of meters deep. Dark currents were surging around him, waves that could create huge tsunamis were massaging him, behemoths blocking sunlight swam across the sea, huge eyes glittering with a blurred light.

For a moment, Ouyang Dao felt that he was back in the clouds, the giant beast that appeared at the bottom of the sea, swimming around in the clouds. He thought the idea was ridiculous, but he saw the fog that shrouded the continent in and out.

Oh... It sucks.

An unusually calm voice sounded in his ears, and Ouyang Dao subconsciously followed it, but when he breathed steadily, the huge cloud also moved with it.

Terrible, that terrible feeling goes deep into the bone marrow. Indescribable emotions wandered through his mind, and he knew that the clouds were not vibrating with his own breath, but with an indescribable beastly frolic. He even faintly heard a cheerful roar, as if the other party was gloating and imitating, Ouyang Dao ran back in a panic, only to find that the white sky had suddenly turned black.

He floats upwards along the trajectory of the stars, the twinkling stars forming an unknown shadow around him. One of them was twisted muscles, a wall of muscles stacked like stars, and thousands of tightly closed muscles swelled vertically as Ouyang Dao passed by him.

Ouyang Dao took a few steps back in surprise, only to find that he had somehow walked into a door, and an unspeakable monster was staring at him from behind an unspeakable wooden frame.

Wake up... Wake up... Ouyang Dao was dizzy, but he saw a middle-aged man walking past him, and it was inaccurate to say that middle-aged was because Ouyang Dao could only see the smooth hand under the robe. There were creases and wrinkles on his hands, and dark brown age spots began to appear when Ouyang Dao approached him.

This spot attracted Ouyang Dao's attention, but it grew bigger and bigger until it covered every inch of his hand. At this time, Ouyang Dao had already made contact, and his mouth opened into the distance. All he could smell was a faint scent coming from his throat, which made his heart pound like a tuning fork. "The dragon fought in the field, and its blood was yellow.

The clothes of the Heavenly Maiden, the old man of the Xuanyuan Holy Sword muttered something he didn't know, and in the distance, Ouyang Dao could only see an emperor-like yellow robe with red dots, which was telling him the evolution of everything.

Ouyang Dao fainted, feeling as if his soul had suddenly been divided into ten thousand parts, and was rubbed back by a pair of large hands, each of which had a will roaring, and those hands pressed it roughly, regardless of the facts.

Each fragment was a human face, but the human face was squeezed and distorted, and his mind became a smooth sphere, but there was no misshapen face to reflect on the sphere.

Wake up. Wake up!

A wail alarmed Ouyang Dao, he opened his eyes and saw a giant standing between heaven and earth, scales as big as a mountain, tentacles as big as a river, countless tentacles rolling back and forth under his navy uniform.

The tentacles are rooted in the air like the roots of plants, and at every moment there are infinite souls crying out, as if all dead creatures pass behind him, but usually unfortunate creatures are unexpectedly absorbed.

Ouyang Dao, who was not afraid of death, saw a huge beard, each hair as thick as a tree, neatly tied on a rough but smooth face like water. And following the huge face, Ouyang Dao suddenly saw a familiar face, this face lingered in his mind day and night, obviously wanting to remember, but always forgetting.

Who's that? That's who? That's... I!!

I!!