Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The wind blows from the tunnel overhead.

Gu Qingshan removed his hand from the hidden grid on the wall and sighed:

"It is not easy for the Saint of Wind and Rain to build such a concealed passage by himself in a land without turning."

The fox girl proudly said: "Of course, she did all the misconceptions of the entire Unturned Land. Many constructions were intertwined with each other. The layout of the underground palace, the passage and the magic circle, all the saints have opinions, and only she can convince the crowd. , And then the final word."

Gu Qingshan nodded and said, "But time has passed for so long, hasn't the evil demon discovered at all?"

"Then I don't know, it's better for you to use me to count." The Fox Girl said.

Gu Qingshan took out the copper coin in accordance with the word, and sprinkled it into the void.

The copper coins kept spinning, and finally they all revealed their upward side.

"Big evil, how do you count it is this hexagram." The fox girl discouraged.

"—Then be careful."

Gu Qingshan didn't care, and said with a smile.

He rolled on the spot, transformed into a big orange cat, and borrowed "Jade Wuxia" from Wei Zun, his figure hidden in the void.

"Go?" the fox girl asked.

"Meow!" Orange Cat nodded and called.

It flew upwards at once.

The passage was full of cold wind, dry and cool, and the orange cat flew upward along the vertical wall.

After dozens of breaths.

The orange cat slowed down and quietly looked up.

I saw a dark shadow lying on the wall, motionless.

"Amitabha Buddha, this is the guardian of the evil demon, who is responsible for patrolling the unturned places, checking the situation everywhere, and be careful of the donor." The old monk's voice sounded.

The orange cat gently jumped to the other end of the wall, and his figure flashed past the shadow.

It turned around and looked at the demon, only to see that the other party was still motionless.

The orange cat tilted his head for a moment, equipped himself with the name "Void War God", and looked at the evil spirit again.

This time, the orange cat immediately saw countless runes in the void.

They are arranged and combined in a specific way, surrounded by demons, forming a mysterious technique.

"What are you?" the orange cat asked secretly.

All the mystery runes surging up, one after another narrated their power to the orange cat in a silent voice.

Soon.

The orange cat appeared in a daze.

——It turns out that the entire passage is full of invisible mystery techniques, which are specifically aimed at demons, making it impossible to detect the movement around them.

But if someone wants to investigate the situation here, this mystery technique will be completely obscured again, preventing this technique from being detected.

The evil demon only knew that there was a hidden passage here. After checking that there was nothing unusual, he sent someone to guard it, but he didn't know it was futile.

The orange cat sighed silently.

Wind and rain saint.

Countless years after her death, the spells she set could still achieve this step, the strength is simply unimaginable.

However, a saint like her is still dead.

The orange cat shook his head and continued to run up the wall.

After a few breaths.

It crouched in front of a small recessed terrace.

The orange cat stretched out its front paws and touched a certain wall brick hard.

On the terrace, a little thing suddenly appeared.

The orange cat stared at that thing, a confused look flashed in his eyes.

——It was a rattle stained with blood.

When it appeared, the magic spell covering it disappeared silently.

It seems that the sage of wind and rain has done a lot to preserve this rattle.

The orange cat stepped forward and crouched in front of the rattle.

——In my previous life, when I was a kid, I liked playing rattles?

wrong.

This toy--

No impression at all.

The orange cat groaned and stretched out his front paws again, trying to gently touch the rattle.

As soon as its paw touched the rattle, it suddenly shook all over, and its mind went blank.

Countless lights and shadows continue to dance and condense in the memory, and finally turn into a picture that is extremely long ago.

--village.

The black smoke billowed and burned for most of the morning, and the flames finally swallowed the entire village.

The scorched ground was full of corpses.

Under a nearly collapsed earth wall, a small corpse opened its eyes.

This is a boy.

He was about three years old, black and thin, and still in good condition.

After the boy woke up, he did not panic at all, but looked around carefully.

At this time the fire has gone out.

The roof had long been burnt clean, leaving only four bare walls.

There are also two bodies in the room, a man and a woman.

The boy glanced at it, and showed a clear look.

He took a rattle from his arms, stood up, and walked to the pair of men and women.

The boy gently turned the rattle to make it sound like a drum.

Boom——boom——boom——

Three drums sounded, and illusory figures appeared on the two bodies.

There was also a small figure snuggling next to them.

The boy said: "You must be the parents of this body, and you, the original owner of this body—"

"Sorry, I only have this thing in my hand, and let me save you all to reincarnate, how about?"

The man and woman looked at each other and nodded.

The woman held the tiny figure in her arms and said something silently.

After hearing several breaths, the boy nodded and said, "I borrowed his body for a use. I should have helped you to renew the front in the next life."

The woman knelt down and saluted the boy.

The boy avoided, and said: "You don't need to be polite, this is my business."

He gently shook the rattle.

——

The drums were intensively sounded, and gradually brought an inexplicable force.

"Go and reincarnate. When your family reunites again, the world should have restored stability." The boy said.

The three ghosts nodded at him, turned into streamers and flew into the void, disappearing.

The boy watched them leave. After a while, he slowly collected the rattle and walked outside the house.

He walked slowly among the ruined walls, occasionally seeing the corpse, he gently shook the rattle to send the other person to reincarnation.

At noon, the boy finally walked out of this ruined village.

He stood by the road, looking back at the remnant village.

"Unexpectedly, the great chaos has become like this, even mortals can't be peaceful."

"It seems that I will grow up sooner."

The boy's complexion was frosty, but his stomach made a long cooing sound.

He paused, and suddenly realized that he had more urgent things to solve.

"Find something to eat...what do three-year-old beings eat?"

He closed his eyes and flipped through the memory of the body.

This body has only three years of memory, and he knows too little, but he still has some impressions of what he eats.

"Yes—the spirit fruit under the western slope is suitable for me to eat."

The child went along the dirt road to the west, and found a piece of red fruit on the slope.

In my impression, this fruit is the most precious thing in the village, and only some of them are picked for consumption by children and the elderly during the holidays.

He slowly climbed down the soil slope, walked to the low fruit tree, picked one off and ate it.

"It contains a little spiritual power, which can nourish the body, develop wisdom, and prolong life."

The child commented while eating.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from deep in the woods:

"You little baby, you know a lot."

After the child had eaten one, he picked another one, wiped the dust off the fruit with his clothes, and asked, "Who is in the forest?"

I saw a burly figure coming out of the forest.

But it was a man with a strong beard, a bow on his back, two sabers slung around his waist, and a Lingguo in his hand, eating with big mouthfuls.

The man looked at the young child in front of him, and then at the village in the distance.

"Only this child is still alive...tsk..."

The man walked over, squatted down beside the child, and said: "I am the murderer, Lin Changfeng, who eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and has countless dead souls under him. Are you afraid?"

The boy shook his head and said, "Not afraid."

"Not afraid? Why are you not afraid?" the man wondered.

The boy pointed to the fruit in his hand, and pointed to the gourd on his back, and said: "You are eating fruit. There is water in the gourd but there is no bloody smell, so you were lying just now."

Lin Changfeng stagnated, and said angrily: "The kids are so smart now? Have you grown from the snack Linguo to today?"

"I can eat better than Lingguo." The boy said.

"No wonder."

Lin Changfeng slapped his thigh and suddenly figured it out.

At this time, a distant wind was blowing slowly.

Lin Changfeng listened for several breaths, his expression changed: "Little guy, there will be a period later, I will withdraw first."

When the voice fell, his figure flashed, and he flew away into the sky.

The next moment.

He suddenly turned back again and fell beside the boy.

He stomped his feet and said: "Damn! Damn! There is only one dead end to keep you here, so why did I just meet you!"

"Dead end?" The boy asked puzzledly.

But when Lin Changfeng jumped up, he slapped himself and cursed: "I told you to be nosy again!"

He put the boy on his shoulders and fleeed away.

The fruit forest returned to silence.

Take a breath.

Two interest.

Three breaths.

Suddenly, a majestic voice filled the heavens and the earth, seeming to announce to the hundreds of millions of beings:

"The realms are endless, but the predecessors are the only ones."

"The catastrophe of the era is coming, the chaos is about to reopen, and the power of peerless power will save the common people."

"——You saints must hold on to the battle."

"Other people, go to Zhoushan!"

This voice resounded throughout the world.

The child stayed quietly on Lin Changfeng's shoulder. He didn't seem to be afraid, but just listened to these words curiously.

He patted Lin Changfeng and asked curiously, "What are those people doing near Buzhou Mountain?"

Lin Changfeng snorted and explained casually:

"It is said that there is a congenital holy man who descended from chaos and will appear near Buzhou Mountain-but I think this is a lie-since he is congenital holy, why not go directly to the holy palace and guide the saints and demons fighting?"

The child nodded and returned to silence again.