Twilight Dongliu's vision slowly became clear, and what was clear was the surrounding world, the surrounding tribes, the surrounding people, the surrounding wilderness, every flower and grass was alive, this was true, flesh and blood.

He was still standing there, standing where he had been, and he hadn't moved from beginning to end, like a spectator, silently watching it all.

As far as the eye can see, the world is almost vast, the blue is incomparable, and the clouds are drifting slowly, this is the wilderness, and the desolate breath infects every inch of land.

Behind him is a mountain perched on the loess, towering into the clouds, I don't know its height, as if it is the center of this world, and the tribe is living by the mountain, surrounded and gathered.

And around him, many people gradually came, and they all looked at the mountain with solemn expressions, as if they were looking at the indescribable sacredness, with a strong longing and hope.

"Moissan. ”

It's the same voice again, and when Du Dongliu heard it, it was a woman with a face of no more than double ten, although she didn't say that her appearance was beautiful, but she was also delicate.

However, what Twilight didn't expect was that the object of her questioning was actually him.

"Many tribes have disappeared, and I feel a sense of foreboding. ”

He understood, it turned out that at this moment, he was just looking at the world through the eyes and body of others, and this body shook his head and then looked at the person who slowly appeared in the distance, Kungu.

At the moment when Kungu appeared, the sky changed suddenly, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and it was stirred by the invisible breath, and the mountains hidden in the clouds were slowly clear, as if they were straight into the starry sky.

"The Great Mountain Festival. ”

Kungu's hair was windless, and the ancient wooden staff in his hand burst out with unimaginable aura, his expression was solemn, and everyone was also solemn.

"Mountain, Mountain, Mountain......"

The shouts like the tide of the sea, with an ancient charm and desolate emphasis, spread into the firmament, spread into the sand, and about a million human races all opened their mouths to shout, without using spiritual power, relying only on their own flesh and blood, relying on their own strength.

This word is not a language that Du Dongliu can understand now, obscure and ancient, but when the voice came out, he already understood that this word was a mountain, as if this voice carried a kind of charm, with a kind of truth, with a voice, with the meaning of the gods.

It's just that there seems to be a touch of unspeakable sadness in their voices, which invisibly infects the twilight east.

And the voice carried their thoughts into the mountains.

In the eyes of Du Dongliu, the mountain seemed to have been infected, and gradually exuded an ancient Taoist rhyme to echo it, as if it resonated.

An invisible qi machine slowly spread from the center of the mountain, like a spring breeze blowing through everyone and the earth, like a kind of feedback.

"Mountain, Mountain, Mountain......"

Everyone's shouting intensified.

However.

"Boom!"

but the sudden thunder was like the wrath of heaven and earth.

The original sunny heaven and earth were instantly filled with cold, this is the chill of heaven and earth, in an instant, countless falling snow rose out of thin air, flying in the wind, cold.

"Woo ......"

Heaven and earth even sounded an inexplicable sound of the wind, it was the autumn wind, the gray wind, blowing through the originally vibrant everything, and suddenly everything withered.

Under the autumn wind and cold snow, everything you pass is silent.

From all sides poured in, to the tribes, to the mountain.

"Order, heaven and earth are paper. ”

Kungu's eyes instantly froze, and he shouted angrily, and then the wooden staff in his hand emitted a terrifying aura, as if turning into a fairy pen, holding one end in his hand, and the other end integrating into heaven and earth, just like a point into the water, causing ripples.

"Let the earth sprout spring. ”

"Order, the wind stops and the snow disperses. ”

"Order, the dead wood is alive. ”

In front of him, under his pen, the lines that he didn't know but could understand were born with ripples and scattered in the heavens and the earth.

"Fu Dao. ”

Twilight Dongliu's heart was clear almost instantly, and then shocked beyond words.

Suddenly, all visions were cleared.

It's just that.

"Boom!"

But I saw a beam of light with a thickness of almost a thousand feet slashing straight down from the sky, slashing towards the mountain, that, it was actually a thunderbolt, black thunder and lightning, like an abyss like the sea, which made Twilight Dongliu shocked.

"Why?"

"Why don't you let us go?"

"Who the hell are you?"

......

A few voices of desolation were mixed with hatred and anger, and then countless streamers flew into the air, flying towards the mountain, the first one was Kungu, and even the same was Dusk Dongliu, which was what this young man named Mo Sang had done.

"What happened?"

Along the way, Twilight Dongliu was carefully looking at the mountain in front of him and the end through Mo San's eyes.

"Heaven does not allow us. ”

Kungu glared angrily, looked up to the sky and roared, but there was a trace of sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

The wooden staff in his hand swiped through the air, and suddenly a gap of nothingness like an abyssal moat appeared, and then the lightning swallowed and disappeared.

Twilight Dongliu was shocked by Kunguna's terrifying strength, but even so, their expressions were serious.

Seeing this, Twilight Dongliu frowned, because his own body gradually felt a suction, the people around him were blurring, the sound was also blurring, and the world seemed to slowly turn into fragmented pictures, and the time was almost up.

He saw that everyone was glaring angrily to the sky, Kungu's eyes were bleeding, everything was passing rapidly, and he saw that the once lovely little girl had turned into flesh, and the Xun in the flesh was dyed red.

Then he saw something, something that made him dazed at first and then frightened, a fishhook, abrupt, eerie, appeared in the heavens and the earth, coming from the void, with a terrifying aura, as if nothing could stop it, ignoring everything.

It didn't catch any fish, but it didn't enter Kungu's body, and at this moment, a shocking aura suddenly shone at the end of the Nine Mountains, and a severed hand dripping blood flew out and slapped at the hook.

"Da Luo God?"

Twilight loses his spirits.

The hook is sluggish.

Then he saw that the sky had changed, and the starry sky had changed, and he saw two strange stars suddenly light up in the starry sky, black and white.

Twilight Dongliu suddenly felt that his breath was frozen in an instant, like an iceberg that would not melt for hundreds of millions of years, because it was a pair of eyes.

The eyes stared at the mountain, and the hand, with a strange look, looking at the twilight east flowing all over the body cold, he was even more shocked in his heart and very familiar, this is the eye he saw on the Kyushu Ding that day.

And at the end of the mountain, another figure appeared, with an incomparable power across the starry sky to meet the eyes, a mighty beast, the claw pinching almost collapsed everything, the panda, with an almost overriding momentum.

Then, a terrible battle broke out, everything was annihilated, the severed hand was shattered, the eye was gone, the hook was broken, and it fell to the earth, and the panda fell into the earth without knowing life or death.

Moissan, too, died.

Finally, vaguely.

Twilight Dongliu saw Kungu standing dumbly in front of the mass of flesh, staring in amazement, crying, laughing, as if he had forgotten everything, as if the fishhook had taken away his memories.

The tribe is gone, the tribe is gone, the mountains are broken.

Everything was blurred in an instant, and at this moment, the surroundings were like a mirror, suddenly shattered.

Until Kungu looked at him, looked at him, and then, he came back.

"Who were you at that time?"

He asked, his eyes glowing an eerie red.

Twilight's eyes changed a little.

"Moissan. ”

"I think...... I saw a pair of eyes...... Beyond the Stars...... Look at us. ”

His words were incoherent, and there was always a long pause for every sentence, or a few words, as he calmed down.

"What the hell happened?"

He asked hoarsely.

It seems that it was a little late to go back to see all that had happened.

He calmed his palpitating heart.

"A fishhook, it seems to take away your memories. ”

Twilight Dongliu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he talked about the fishhook, he could guess that the weird hook didn't know how many things he had caught, maybe it was fate, maybe it was something else, maybe it was a person.

Then, Twilight Dongliu's eyes changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered one thing, the fish hook was broken by the hand of the Great Luo God, maybe it could be found, if Kungu's memory was still there, the truth would be clearer.

......

At night, Twilight's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and then he woke up and stared at the snoring panda in his arms for a long time.

And in his hand, I don't know when there was an extra thing, a Xun, four holes on it, and red clouds on the mud embryo, like blood mud.

He looked at the mountain outside the house again, and it was calm, silent, like a real mountain.

Outside the house, the insects chirp endlessly, and the night is as cool as water.