Reverend Insanity

This mayhem is totally irrational!

Not only does it trap fairies on the ground, but it also affects their minds.

Without the idea of mobilizing the worm, how can the magic fairy carry out the means?

Unless there is an intelligent means of confrontation.

But there is also a premise that this means of intelligence must have been put in place before. Otherwise, once the landing is prioritized, the magic fairy, even with wise hands, will not be able to carry out.

First the strong hand, then the bad hand.

If you lose the lead, it's basically over.

Thus, the mighty, let alone the mighty, holocaust.

“Damn!!” The more the shadow struggles, the less it turns out, the deeper it gets, the more angrier it screams.

“Don't struggle, don't think too much. These will make us worse off, and we can no longer solve them.” Immortal stiffness is very calm.

To be precise, Mo Yao's soul inside is very calm.

She has experience.

In her lifetime, she helped Ailang to make a trip to Qingdu. She had seen a catastrophe more terrifying than this!

By contrast, the havoc seemed moderate and harmless.

“It seems we can only hope for the salvation of the body.” The shadow sighed unharmed and gazed at the demon's glorious ghost.

The demonic ghost is similarly muddy, with a pair of pitch-black feet, half trapped beneath the surface. Not only that, but on the forefoot palm of his left foot, he was stitched tightly to the ground.

This was the result of an earlier attack on the embroidery building of the Immortal House in the Ghost of Demons.

As can be seen from this, the Ghost of Demon Pride, though powerful, has actually done everything in its power, but does not control the whole thing.

At this moment, two of his six eyes stared at the prison tower, rendering it immobile, while the other four stared closely at the sky.

Above this sky, in the dome, the grey clouds of sorrow grew thicker and began to descend slowly.

The second holocaust has arrived.

But unlike the wind thunder cage in the first round, the wind thunder cage was fast enough to be unimaginable, and in a blink of an eye, the wind thunder was stuck.

And this holocaust is going very slowly.

Slow enough to seem to allow the stowaways to strike back countless times.

But the demon's ghost didn't move.

He stood still as if it were a silent mountain peak.

“Has the body been beaten?” The shadow screams out loud and anxious, "such a good opportunity, you fight back!! ”

But until the gray mourning cloud almost completely covered the demonic spectre, the latter did not move at all, but just stared at the prison tower and held it firmly under control.

The heavenly magic fairy screams bitterness.

They use fictitious means to shield the Tower from ghostly attacks. But I didn't expect that the phantom realm of the demon pride ghost, far beyond imagination, is definitely a large number of master ranks.

Instead, the Virtualization Tactics of the Jail Tower were exploited by the Ghost of Demons and could no longer be returned to the entity. How can we fight, how can we harass?

“Here comes the holdup!” Shadowy bites his teeth and dies waiting for the gray cloud of mourning, slowly covering them.

The immortal stiff green also squeezed his eyes and his muscles tightened tightly.

The havoc has left them powerless. Is it the end of thin blue and shadowy evil now that the havoc has arrived?

But the gray cloud came down, and it seemed unharmed.

“What's going on? Is there a harmless holdup?!” The shadow was unharmed and nervous for half a day, but there was no movement. His hands touched his body and he shouted in alarm.

Xianxiaoqing did not answer him.

One of the Heavenly Magic Fairies recognized this holocaust, but Shadow Innocence could not get the answer.

“Is this a dusty memory?” The recognised heavenly magic fairy shouted.

“What is a gray memory? ”

Heavenly Magic Fairy falls into memory: “When I was younger, I inherited an eight-turning Magic Fairy. In that year, the Eight-Turn Magic Fairy was tragically defeated by all sorts of memories. At the time of the retention, it was barely inherited. This holocaust, without any harm to the body, directly captures the deepest memories of the heart. These memories were the great trauma, or the shadow of life, that had been inflicted on the ferry fairy. ”

“Don't underestimate this heist. The Eight-Turn Progenitor, under this ten thousand robberies, painfully supported less than a fragrant kung fu, was exhausted, discouraged, no more war, no more fun. ”

“Well said, you are your greatest enemy. Like a ghost demon, invincible, isn't his greatest enemy himself? There are times when people live in this world, even when they become the Nine Splitters, when they are weak. It is also always from a weak step to a strong one. Haunted demons slaughtered the world, so much killing, so much terror that the latter all speculated whether or not he had been stimulated as a child. ”

“Who can not hide the deepest pain inside? Who doesn't have some unspeakable shame? Who hasn't made a choice against nature? Growing up, who wouldn't have made a mistake? Fantastic. Fantastic! This heist is fantastic! I'm afraid the Ghost is going to be planted here. ”

Magnum - Grey Memories.

It is precisely because of the recognition of this holocaust that the Ghost of Demons has not moved.

He knew that no attack would solve the robbery. Only in the face of the shadows, shadows, shame and shame of the past can we survive.

The grey clouds haunted him, suddenly glowing and sounding.

In front of the fairies is the childhood scene of the Ghost Demon.

“Kill her! Kill her! ”

A dry magician, dead surrounded a family of three, eyes red, full of yelling.

“Dad, you can't kill my mother!!” A boy defended his mother, who had been badly injured behind him, screaming with a sigh.

“Humph, Demon Man, everyone! The righteous extinguisher is the righteous one!! What can't be killed? Not only can you kill, but you have to. Only by killing her can the shame of my people be washed away!!” The leader of the schoolteacher, righteous speech, open mouth and drink, is the boy's grandfather, the chief of the family.

The chief's words were echoed by many elders and elite magicians.

They shook their arms high.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Shh.

A slight chirp, bright red blood splash.

The boy hurriedly turned around and the next moment he opened his eyes, but his eyes narrowed to the size of a needle tip.

Seeing only his father has instantly crossed himself. His face was red, his teeth were critical, his eyes were tears, and his intense emotions could not be depressed. And the sharp edge in his hand has been deeply embedded in his beloved wife's heart.

The boy openly wants to call.

But at the end of the day, there was no sound.

From that day on, he began to be silent.

Obviously, this little boy was the ghost demon of childhood.

Under the influence of gray memories, the shadow of his childhood was no longer buried only in the hearts and minds of his clients, but in front of everyone.

The grey mist changed and another image appeared.

About a few years later.

The boy had grown up a little and stood in front of his grandfather.

Grandpa, the chief of the clan, took a sip of tea and asked softly: "I let you read the history of our family. What have you gained these days? Come on, tell Grandpa. ”

“Grandpa.” The boy has gone a long way before saying, "The grandson has gained a lot over the past few days and has learned quite well. ”

“Oh? Tell Grandpa.” The old man is very interested.

“Throughout history, my grandson discovered that there is one of the biggest things in the world, which is -- kill.” Boys quietly.

“Kill?” The old man frowned and spoke slightly. “Explain to Grandpa. ”

“Yes.” The boy continued, "We're hungry. To feed our bellies, we have to kill the belly of the prey. If we have enemies, we will kill them and neutralize the threat. The world is too peaceful to kill Kung Sen and take control of his rights..." The boy whispered, but did not notice that the older man frowned more tightly.

The boy continued: "Throughout history, you kill me, I kill you. What's a hero? It's killing a lot of enemies. What is a loser? They just couldn't kill each other. They killed each other. ”

“Actually, killing is just a word, but there's also a lot of insight in it. How do you kill, with an automated manipulator or hire a manipulator to do it for you? Sometimes, you can't just kill, if you kill, you can cause a lot of trouble, then choose to assassinate. There are many different kinds of assassinations, for example..."

“Enough!” The old man roared furiously, underneath his breath, smashing the cup in his hand to the ground.

The debris splashed onto the boy's cheek and suddenly drew a mouth, blood slowly flowing down.

The old man stood up, pointing at the boy and shouting angrily: "I let you read the history books in order for you to look at the achievements of my ancestors and to know the glorious history of my people. To make you understand morality and shame and to make you clear the right path and glory. How dare you tell me to kill him? What kind of evil is this? You, you, you, give me a month in solitary confinement, stay in the house and reflect on your mistakes!! ”

“Yes, Grandpa.” The boy took the lead, with a low voice, but a stubborn light glistened deep in his eyes.

In the grey fog, the image changes again.

A few years later, the boy had become a magician teenager.

“Oh, today I've always been a hidden trick, hiding in the study, surprised Grandpa!” Juveniles sneak into the study.

“Hmm? No. I was just a magician, but Grandpa was a spinner. He's gonna find me, easy as a palm. Why don't you hide in the secret door, hide in the secret lane, and then come out and scare Grandpa.” The teenager changed his mind, opened the secret door and hid in.

Shortly afterwards, he heard movement.

He dared not open the secret door and could only listen to his voice.

Two people entered the study.

His grandfather was in a hurry and seemed angry.

“This rebel! Is he really planning to rebel? Want to hurt his own father?” The elders were furious and their palms slapped on the table, making a bang.

“Sheikh, the evidence is clear! Patriarch, you've got 80 years of information about the trick, and it's been leaked. The intention of the chief of the minority to murder is certain. ”

A dull voice.

Juveniles instantly hear that this is the heart of an elderly, patriarch of the family.

“Hmm! This rebel, trying to take power from me, is that possible?!” The elders shouted.

“The elders, the chiefs of the minority, there are also a lot of senior people.” Just listen to the dull voice again.

Silence for a moment.

The voice of Grandpa Junior, which only sounded low: “The power of the rebels cannot be underestimated. Blatant killing not only damages the reputation of the right way, but also creates a family struggle and loses the strength of the family. Well... get ready to do it first, find a chance to quietly assassinate him. People die lights out, just kill this traitor, the rest of the family will naturally be separated. ”

“Patriarch wise! ”

In the dark lane behind the secret door, the teenager tightly covered his mouth and trembled all over his body.