Everyone was in a coma, and they couldn't help it, so they took some staggering steps, and entered the unbelievable world in a daze. There, there was no one but himself. What people know, think, and think reflects reality out of thin air.

Unconsciously, the field of vision switches rapidly, and under the entanglement of endless illusions, people are inevitably intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Because of the different circumstances, these worlds conjured up by runes naturally have their own merits, and they are very reasonable.

Although the world seen is illusory, the emotions constructed by the illusion are real. These illusions are not created out of thin air, but are highly distorted and sublimated based on the participants' own memories and the fusion of some indescribable elements.

At the moment when the golden ball of light exploded, the eyes of the blood-robed girl Mu Ne suddenly blurred. Immediately, after the runes flickered a few times, they could no longer suppress a trace of essence. Although she is just a puppet, the memories of the past are still preserved.

In the world where the eyes are beating faintly, in the hazy and hazy, a fiery red and colorful world vaguely opens the curtain of Haoran.

In the year of burning sand and sea, the yellow and red patches are everywhere, and the unbearable heat is everywhere. Especially in the inner perimeter of the sea of sand, under the continuous scorching heat, even if the mood is good. If you endure for a long time, you will also become irritable.

Today, the Purple Flower Dynasty has been established for seven generations of kings, spanning 3,000 years. But in recent years, the king's wickedness has been great, his obsession with witchcraft, and his cruelty and tyranny have increased dramatically. Faintly. Already brought gloom to the country.

"Purple flowers for 2,900 years, I have a fate. The general, Lu Ying, led an army of 100,000. Left and right, conquering the tower spider country, really made a contribution in one fell swoop, and returned with a great victory. I am delighted and give a spiritual treasure as a reward. I hope that you will follow suit in order to expand my purple flower ambition and hegemony. ”

"In the two thousand nine hundred and thirty years of purple flowers, the wind came from the south, and the sand was burned for three years. A bad omen fell from the sky, and I was afraid of bad luck. Then he ordered the high priest to ascend the altar and do it, and he felt Amaterasu. After a month, the law died, and there were strange diseases in the country, and the people were scattered, and I was terrified. ”

"Purple flowers have been two thousand nine hundred and fifty years, and the cold wind has been strange recently. My heart rate is scorching, I can't prevent it, and I cultivate into demons. ”

"Purple flowers for three thousand years, the situation is sluggish. Strange disasters fell from the sky, yellow sand raged, burning and boiling the sea. For the peace of the day. Again, the high priest went on to imitate the ancient law. Sacrifice to the Holy Maiden. After thinking about it for a long time, I was silent. I'm anxious, I'm helpless. I then gave the order, and I was ordered. ”

The paper was like flowing water, and under the dim oil lamp, a purple-clothed girl with an overwhelming appearance was shrinking her body under the desk. Holding a book of musicals in his hand, he is quickly flipping through them. The more she looked, the paler her face became. In the end, the glittering tears had broken through the barrier of the eyelids and slid over the smooth cheeks.

"Hahaha, I can't think of it, I can't think of it! Is this the fate of being a saint?" After a long time, when the girl had finished reading the last book. Immediately wiped a handful of tears, and laughed out loud as if crazy.

The girl in purple smiled, and I don't know how long it took. It was not until there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door that the girl's face changed, and she sat down on the magnificent throne with the music in her arms. Later, the man knelt down on one knee, his lips squirming slightly, but he could not hear clearly.

In the vague voice, I didn't know what was going on, and my vision changed again, and I came to a huge altar of 100 zhang. The shape of the altar is simple, the whole body is pitch black, and there are some figures standing around it, with hideous faces and similar and different shapes.

In the middle of the altar, a crystal coffin of four or five feet in size was placed, and a large number of strange runes were clearly printed on the surface. The color is bright red as blood, twisted to the extreme. At this moment, a girl in purple was lying in the middle with her eyes closed, looking unusually peaceful.

Around the crystal coffin, there were some old men in white robes sitting scattered. His hands were changing various tricks, and his mouth was chattering. In addition, an old man in a golden robe kept taking out things and adding them to the coffin.

Time passed slowly, and gradually, the figure of the purple-robed girl was covered by various materials, and she could no longer see the shape clearly. As the witchcraft continued, in the end, the old men around them stared at each other and withered one by one.

One by one, when all the people passed away with the wind, leaving only the old man in the golden robe. Suddenly, there was a muffled 'boom', and a golden arc of lightning appeared out of thin air, splitting the old man and the altar into nothingness.

After destroying a qiē, the golden arc patrolled around, and then it 'stabbed' and slowly dispersed. Then, I don't know how many years later, there was a strange cry in the sky above the altar. A purple figure slowly emerged.

The purple figure appeared, but said nothing. After a moment of silence, like a ghost, he closed his eyes and left the altar. Then, for some reason, he inspected the royal tomb of Nuoda. This inspection is a whole Jiazi.

The nail was gone, and the purple figure floated to a palatial attic. Then the sleeves of the shirt danced, and the purple robe flew up, and it was in the attic, and it danced. After the dance, the purple figure lay on the incense bed by itself, and there was no more sound.

When the picture arrived, there was a creak, and it came to an abrupt end, and there was no more follow-up. Immediately afterward, the world constructed by illusion shattered. The vision changed again, and the figure of the blood-robed girl flashed, and she came to a barren mountain.

This is a mound of 100 zhang high, with strange wild grass growing on it that is half a human high, and it is towering horizontally and vertically, and it looks yellow, and it will not live long. Under the breeze, the branches and leaves swayed and trembled, and countless wild grasses were killed in battle.

The world was very quiet, except for the slight sound of the breeze blowing the wild grass, there was no other sound. And standing on the top of the hill, more than ten miles away, it was shrouded in a thick fog. I can't see it at all.

After coming here, the figure of the blood-robed girl. For some reason, it's like a statue. Quietly stood there. I don't know if she didn't want to move, or if she was accused of holding her figure. In short, he has been silent, and he should be with the world.

In the time that the blood-robed girl was waiting, in the other hundreds of illusion worlds, whether people or demon beasts, they were all experiencing their own and tragic and cruel battles. There are very few people who can deal with this qiē rationally.

This is the world of a middle-aged man in a white robe, the night of the newlywed. He was very drunk. Under the service of his beautiful wife, he enjoyed the beauty of life for the first time. But at the end of the night, he went crazy and found that his wife was dead.

On the cold corpse of his wife, a long knife was inserted in his chest. The dried blood stains, the rendered white gauze clothes, all black and ugly for a while. caressing his wife's cold pretty face. The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth turned up strangely.

This is the world of a rickety old woman, when she was a child, in order to survive. The food at home was hidden, and the relatives starved to death. When cardamom is in his prime, for glory and wealth. abandoned his lover who always cared for him and married an old man. In middle age. Unexpectedly stepped on the fairy road. In order to seek a higher realm, he killed his teachers and destroyed his ancestors. From now on. The femme fatale is out of control

This is the world of a scaly-horned crocodile, in the world of its first half of life, it has not yet opened its mind, and only knows how to blindly kill, fill its stomach, and survive. Cultivation has improved, survived the thunderstorm, and its wisdom has been greatly opened, and it has learned to be greedy and cunning, and since then it has been immersed in the bitter sea of power and desire, and cannot extricate itself. In order to be more unscrupulous, it sank completely, and what was alive was only a shell.

The iron turtle is different from the general turtle monster. Brutal and tyrannical, aggressive and murderous, and notorious. They do not kill for money, fame and fortune, nor for perverted enjoyment, but only for the killing itself. Though there is wisdom, it is better not to have it.

Yang Xiao, the first demon in the realm of Yudan in the Yunfu Sea. He is the closed disciple of the Impermanent Old Demon of Hundred Refining Island, and the lives in his hands, if there are not millions, will definitely exceed half. The sinisterities that have been created are now appearing in the fantasy one by one. Between the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, ghosts cry wolves and howl infiltrating people.

Gong Changqing prides himself on being the first in righteousness. Humble gentleman, gentle and elegant. But no one knew that this guy's past turned out to be a turtle in a brothel. When you are humiliated ruthlessly, you learn to be dignified. The face is clean, but in fact it is filthy and filthy.

Time passed slowly, and one scene after another, staged compactly and intensely. In the midst of ups and downs, if anyone can look at this matter from the outside, they will find out. Among these tested guys, none of them can be called clean.

These people, these demons, have either done all the things that have lost their conscience, or they are covered with blood on their hands, and they can't wash it off. After all, being able to achieve knotting is a difficult thing to do. Good old man, but he can't live to this level.

Of course, although everyone is a bad guy, the bad guy also has a classification of three, six, nine and so on. At least some of the bad guys still have some principles and some bottom lines. Such bad people are called righteous monks. And those who do things without taboos have degenerated into the devil's way.

Except, of course, being sanctimonious, except for hypocrites who don't even know who they really are. They are not classified.

The bottom line and principles are the most basic classifications of both good and demon. But this classification is derived from the standard of antiquity, and today, under the reproduction of materialization, human nature is mixed and integrated. There is a demon in the right, and there is a good in the devil, and there is right and evil, how can we distinguish between right and evil?

As time passed, the illusion did not stop, but became more and more profound. The deepest memories in everyone's demon mind were pulled out in one go. Then the quality turned into a surging storm, which hit their souls.

Every impact is a baptism. In such an unavoidable desperate situation, those who can break free and accept it calmly will reach a higher level and have a more stable Dao heart. The loser, on the other hand, can only continue to sink until death.

It seems like a day has passed, and it seems like another year has passed. In short, vaguely, on the barren mountain where the blood-robed girl was standing, there were suddenly more figures. There are men, women and children, and there is no shortage of sea beasts. And the more time passes, the more people come.

When the first person appeared except for the blood-robed girl, the time in this world suddenly became clear. One can clearly feel the withering and revival of the vegetation. Based on this, the long wait, which is a year.

During this period, many people couldn't help but be irritable and wanted to kill people to vent their anger. But unfortunately, the force that bound everyone's bodies did not disappear, and they still couldn't move. I could only hold my breath, and the killing intent on my body became stronger and stronger. (To be continued......)