Before I could finish speaking, two figures quickly approached, one of them on my arm.

Although Kazama was the first to ask, her body was a step slower, and when she wanted to come closer to check, somehow, she suddenly made an "oops" sound, as if she had hit a transparent barrier, and was bounced back!

The two people who put their arms on my arm, forgetting to say and the dragon ring, did not dare to let go of me, staggered over, stretched out their other hand, and pushed outward, as if they had also encountered an obstacle, and paused.

"You...... Your wrist!" Kazama was stopped outside, and his mouth panicked, "Miyi, look at your hands!"

I looked down and saw a large pink-purple flower "growing" from the sleeve of the dark elf lying on the ground, long since it had lost its breath, the petals were full of bloom, and the momentum was violent, past my fingers, vigorously all the way up against the trend, and tightly intertwined the dark elf's hand with mine!

The moment I saw the pink-purple flowers, my heart moved, and I shouted, "Forget your words!

However, it was too late, the flowers were growing in the wind, and the flower branches under the complex petals were like a group of snakes dispatching, hideously entangled, scattered in a hurry, and instantly tied the arms of the three of us together.

"Forget it!, let go!" Kazama said in a hurry, trying to rush over, but was bounced back by the transparent barrier again.

"Meiyi!" Elf Tweed and Phantom also sensed that something was wrong, and with a flap of their wings, they rushed towards the three of us - because they were not on guard, they slammed into the transparent barrier, and slid to the ground with a twisted face.

I've seen this pink-purple, bowl-mouthed flower. Except for the flower tree that grew from the purple-robed man in the Hell Annex, there was absolutely no other place - how could it appear in this annihilated elven ancient country? What's even more amazing is that it actually erupted from the wrist of a dead dark elf?

The flowers grew wildly, and there was no intention of stopping, just a moment of distraction, and the flower branches had spread from the arms to the three of us.

"Netherworld?" said Forget Yan frowned.

"What?" I asked in unison.

"The Flower of Hell is also known as the 'Netherworld'. Forget to look at the unstoppable tide of flowers, and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen it myself, but I have only read it in an ancient book: pink and purple, complex petals, the size of a bowl, vigorously growing, with flowers into trees, standing on the road to hell, petals flying, falling one after another, paving the entire road of no return, leading the most evil people in this world to the lake of fire, especially its petals......"

As he was talking, he saw Long Jie's empty hand flip, take out a jet-blue dagger from his arms, and slash towards the flowers and branches that were entwining us!

"Dragon Ring, be careful!" forgot to remind urgently.

I saw that the sharp blade of the dagger in the hand of the dragon ring could be chopped, and before it touched the petals, several stamens suddenly poked out of the flower core, like slender and flexible fingers, two of which gently rolled the dagger, and the other few climbed the hand of the dragon ring, dragging the dagger and palm towards the flower core. The petals around the core quickly close.

Forget suddenly leaned over, lifted one of the dark elves' hand on the ground like lightning, and shoved it into the middle of the petals that were closing.

I only heard a soft sound of "snort", and a faint layer of blood mist spread out from the petals that had not yet closed. The hand of the dragon ring was retracted from the flower core.

"My dagger!" Long Ring cried out unwillingly.

Forgetting to ignore it, he lifted the dark elf's hand from the middle of the petals again, gently put it back on the ground, and whispered in his mouth: "I'm sorry." ”

I glanced at it, and the dark elf's finger was bleeding with a neat wound.

The petals were completely closed, but in a moment's time, the flower bloomed again, the stamens flickered, but the dagger of the dragon ring was gone.

"How so?" I asked, turning my head to forget the words. In the purple-robed man's hell courtyard, the pink and purple flowers of that tree are indeed weird, but I have never seen them grow wildly on people's bodies like this, even grabbing things and devouring them.

"I don't know, but I've read the book," forgot to catch his breath, staggered backwards, and explained loudly in order to avoid the flowers that had spread to his chest: "If the petals of this 'Netherworld' feel threatened and resisted, such as the person who leads to hell trying to struggle to escape, the petals will come quickly, bury the feet or torso of the person trying to escape, devour it, and turn it into pus, so that the escapee can no longer escape, but can only be surrounded by petals and go to hell......"

"We are now bound by this evil flower, could it be that the three of us will turn into a puddle of pus in an instant?"

"If we don't struggle, maybe not," Forgetyan muttered, "Is this 'Netherworld Path' going to take us to hell?"

"Why did you put that dark elf's hand into the core?" I asked.

Forget Yan glanced down at the dark elf on the ground, and his tone was a little retributive: "I can see that the dagger is very important to the dragon ring, and he refuses to lose his hand, but once his hand is pulled into the flower-you have just seen, how hard and sharp the dagger is, it will be melted away in an instant, let alone the hand! And this hell flower does not see the fishy smell, how can he give up? As a last resort, he had to borrow the hand of the dark elf, and the dagger cut his fingers, and under the bloody fill, the stamen would relax the entanglement of the dragon ring ......

"But my dagger!" said the dragon ring angrily, not knowing whether to forget the words or the hell flower.

I was about to persuade him to say a few words, when suddenly my chest suffocated, and I saw a tide of flowers like a sea, surging in, about to swallow us in a moment!

"Demons, stop!" I shouted.

"Don't come unharmed, Meiyi. A gentle and pleasant voice sounded faintly behind me.

There was a bright whistle in my ears, and the heat in my forehead burst out - the purple-robed man standing under a purple tree of purple flowers, the great disciple who was relegated to the Hell Courtyard by the devil, the man who signed a contract with the King of the Blood Clan, Wuya, and led this world into boundless darkness, the demon who had torn off his spiritual wings from his forehead in order to save me, and the demon of all beings above all demons had finally appeared!

I turned around in the midst of the sea of flowers.

The man, dressed in a gray-purple robe, looked at me lightly, with a calm face and a gentle and sad look on his face. On his forehead, where a purple spirit wing once rested, the wound had now healed, leaving a shallow shadow, like a dark cloud, cast on the unpredictable surface of the water.

"Don't hurt my friend. I whispered. Keep your eyes focused. The tone is eager.

He knows me like the back of his hand, he knows everything about my mental trajectory, he knows what I care about. And I, what I know about him, apart from his identity, is that he has a plan for me (although I don't know what he is trying to do), after all, he used to tempt me with the whole world - since you have a plan for me, then I can make a reasonable request to you, isn't this an unwritten rule that walks the world?

"Where's Zixia?" The Living Beings Demon didn't seem to take what I said seriously, his eyelids opened slightly, and the words turned sharply, but out of the corner of my eye, I could already see that the scattered and vigorous pink-purple flowers seemed to be ordered, and the tide instantly receded, quickly retracted, and retracted into the sleeves of the dark elves on the ground with their eyes closed.

Forget the words and the dragon ring were immediately liberated, and came close to me, side by side.

"He's dead. "I tried to keep my voice emotionless," and only a pair of eyes remained. "At this, my heart trembled.

"He's lived a long time, as a cat. The Beings Demon said lightly, there was no expression of regret on his face, only his usual gentle compassion.

He looked at me and continued, "This pale green robe, and your short hair, as if you were supposed to be like this—not seen for days, beauty, you have changed so much. ”

"I know everything, it's no longer what I used to be. I looked at the beings in front of me, my eyes burning, "Tell me, this is the ancient kingdom of the elves of annihilation, how did you show up here, why did this dark elf grow flowers from the flower tree in your courtyard?"

"You and I have the same heart, and wherever you go, your heart moves at will, and I will follow you like a shadow. The Beings Demon said lightly, a shallow wry smile appeared on his face, as if he was a little tired and a little distressed.

"I didn't think of you, I didn't summon you, you're just a phantom!" I said calmly, my hand faster than my voice, and before I could finish speaking, my hand had already swept over and touched his shoulder.

With a wave of the demon's arm, the gray-purple sleeve robe brushed by, there seemed to be petals in front of me, and my wrist was held in his hand.

Where is he a phantom?

Clearly a living person!

No, where is he? He's the second devil in the world!

I struggled hard to break free from his grasp.

"Let me say a few words to the United States. The living beings and demons didn't care, and said softly, like a whisper, gentle and elegant.

He said this to the two teenagers beside me, and his tone was soft and humble, but he didn't glance at them out of the corner of his eye, which was really arrogant.

The dragon ring stepped forward and grabbed my arm, with a cold and disdainful expression.

Forget to say that his face was clear, he looked at me and reached out to hold my hand.

The living beings frowned slightly, and immediately showed it, no longer reluctantly.

"Meiyi, you know that you are not a human, but a ...... of the Witch Shadow Clan."

"I know that I am not only the Shadow Clan, but I am also the King of the Shadow Clan. I snatched his words and said bluntly.

Outside the transparent barrier, Kazama and the two Hotaru elves seemed to be listening to us with their ears pricked up, but looking at their blank eyes, they didn't seem to hear anything at all.

When my words spoke, my side, one left and one right, forgot to say and Kazama's hands froze, and one of them froze, which was of the dragon ring. And the forgetfulness didn't seem to be shocked - was he too calm, or did he already know?

"Everyone in the world knows that the Witch Shadow Clan is evil and narrow-minded, but they don't know that it is the Witch Shadow Clan that combines the advantages of the two major races of humans and blood: smarter, more sensitive, vigilant against danger, eager for survival, and natural closeness to evil and darkness, they are really a very good race...... "The Demon Way of All Beings."

"Thank you!" I replied.

"That's it. The demon nodded slightly, and I saw that his gray-purple neckline and white neck were really moving. I looked away.

"Born in sorrow, died in peace, there were human beings in the past, and there were blood clans in the back, and finally ended up in the fate of being enslaved and eliminated, which is inevitable. The demon continued: "This world, this world is placed here, like a delicious fruit, always only the bravest, the most eager, the most desperate and the most desperate are qualified to pick it, and now, you have become the most qualified person, Meiyi." ”

"I'm not! I'm not brave, and I don't want to!" I whispered. There was an inexplicable anger in my heart - I always felt that something was wrong with what he said, but I didn't know how to refute him.

"The Chosen One, your life is not up to you. The living beings were not annoyed or irritable, and said lightly.

"What 'Chosen One'?!My fate is up to me!" I said in a deep voice.

"Sir......" forgot to say suddenly.

"My name is 'All Beings'. The Beings Demon nodded slightly.

"Sir," he continued, neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things." All things are born and die, and the Tao is eternal. What is the Tao? Change is the Tao, but the changeable is eternal. Darkness reigns in the way, immersing this world in it, like a pool of stagnant water, which has long been rancid. And under that rancid stench, new sprouts have been bred, struggling upwards and longing for light, how can you not know, sir? If Sir wants to continue the darkness of all things in this world, first, it is contrary to the vast progress of the world, and the yearning of all races and all things for light and freedom, and second, it is really contrary to the way of change in the world—Sir is a man of great wisdom, must he rebel against the pace of progress in this world, must drag the whole world, and drag the good will to bury the darkness of your evil?"

"Well said!" Long Ring applauded softly, "Even I, a person who lives with evil all day long, have been moved by you!"

"Hehe!" The living beings sneered faintly, and the dark shadow on his forehead seemed to be the moon passing through the clouds, cloudy and uncertain, "You human beings are indeed always high-sounding! Rao is your sharp teeth and eloquent words, and it is difficult to hide your human cowardly, slack, profit-seeking, and betrayal nature! Two thousand years ago, Wuya turned his back on mankind, the races, and the whole world, and went to the darkness. Yes, 'evil' is the only truth that exists, continues, and progresses in this world. 'Darkness' is eternal. ”

The voice of the demon was not loud, but every word was like the moonlight that was revealed after the dark clouds were dispelled, illuminating my heart with a miserable light.

"As for the good intentions, hehe," the voice of the living demon was cold and helpless, and his voice was like a cold spring, slowly flowing over the moss-stained boulder, compassion and coldness, "Others don't know, don't I know?