He was like lightning, running wildly to the north. Yang Fanhai's heart was full of panic and at a loss.

"Yang Fanhai, do you remember what you told me that it will never harm the human race!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan's wake-up call that day, Ruchen Zhongmugu woke up a little bit of his mind, but it also made him suddenly not know how to face everything. At this moment, he not only turned into a monster, but also violated his promise to attack the human race.

Even though his subsequent attack was blocked by Gongsun Xuanyuan, nearly 100,000 human races had already died in his hands when he snatched the essence of life with Mo Lie.

Like a demon, devouring the flesh and blood of the tribe, it is unforgivable. What are you doing? If you just look like a monster, it is acceptable, but this kind of self is equivalent to becoming a monster even if you have a heart.

Monster, monster...

The two words kept circling and echoing in Yang Fanhai's mind, and the sound became louder and louder, like a thunderous explosion, roaring endlessly, making him feel a splitting headache and making him feel at a loss.

Princess Jinglu's appearance vaguely appeared in front of her. The gentle and virtuous woman, who had become like this, could she see her?

"Ao!"

With a wild roar, the wind and thunder were alarmed, panic, guilt and indescribable inferiority, Yang Fanhai gradually fell into a state of decline, and his mind gradually fell into a half-dream and half-awake, becoming crazy.

Plants, animals and even the living human race, everything that appears in front of him has become the targets of his attack. The evil spirits gushed, as if lava was passing by, and nothing could be left behind.

What's even more painful is that the only remaining wisp of mind can see clearly what he has done, but he cannot control his body. He is like a walking corpse, driven by the instinctive murderous intent in his heart.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

The terrifying roar was like a death knives of soul-catching souls. Wherever he passed, he was deserted. He crossed the plains, flew across the Great Wall, and passed through the wasteland. In just one day, he rushed directly from the Jinyang area to the edge of the North Sea.

With every move, a large number of small beasts on the beach transformed into flesh and blood and were directly absorbed. The world's demon god is as powerful as a prison.

The roaring Yang Fanhai had become a ferocious beast that only knew how to kill, wrapped in evil spirits, which was extremely terrifying. Suddenly, he felt someone appearing around him, and raised his hand and shot him.

At this time, Yang Fanhai was fierce, but the Immortal King was the only one who came to the scene seemed to have reached an incredible level. He raised his hand and easily bounced the purple spear away and stretched out his finger, as if he had traveled through time and space, and easily pointed deep in Yang Fanhai's eyebrows.

A wisp of spiritual consciousness in Qingming felt that the whole world was blurred. When I looked up, the figure seemed to be wearing a cloak, but it was not clear. At first glance, it seemed to be the strong man who often rescued himself and held lightning in his hands.

But when you look closely, the cloak is not blue but black. With that finger on your forehead, Yang Fanhai felt his greed and murderous intent gradually dissipate, his mind returns to clearness, but he is becoming more and more tired and is about to fall into a coma.

The evil spirit dissipated and the sun shone. Finally, I saw clearly the face under the cloak. It turned out to be Master Feng. I don’t know why Master Feng appeared here, but Yang Fanhai instinctively shouted: “Master Feng, save me!”

Like a wild beast roaring, as soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, fainted, and was no longer in a state of sensation.

In the darkness, it seemed like a desolate world shrouded in darkness, boundless, topless, front and back, time and space lost its meaning here. Yang Fanhai only knew how to run constantly, unable to understand where he was going, nor could he remember why he was running.

While running wildly, I suddenly heard waves of roars coming, rising and falling from all directions, making people's hearts burst. Not only were they scared, but they even felt that their minds were bitten and swallowed by the roar.

Huh, as if the wind was rising everywhere, whistling, you can see huge figures suddenly around you, either like a crazy dragon or a ferocious beast. In a vague way, you can see a big bird that has been flying high like a phoenix.

Those shadows and little sounds erode the soul, making people go crazy and in pain. Yang Fanhai felt those sounds and figures, with indescribable strange power, making him seem to fall, sink in an abyss, and never be saved.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Yang Fanhai was shocked and scared. He wanted light, freedom, and wanted to return to the world he lived in.

Parents, younger brothers and sisters, Xu Fan, Princess Jinglu, Gongsun Xuanyuan, the twelve generals... Those who live by their side or are closely related to them, they are unwilling to lose them, nor do they want them to lose themselves.

Running in the endless wasteland, sinking in the world like Jiuyuan, time becomes meaningless, or he doesn't know how long he has been running.

Tired, a kind of fatigue from the depths of the soul.

I was scared and my heart was empty, so I finally decided to give up.

The moment when his heart was about to die, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind, and a man who looked a little heroic said softly beside him: "Don't be afraid!"

The calm eyes made people feel warm, which made Yang Fanhai finally couldn't help but shout: "Save me!"

"Of course!" The man who thought it was just an illusion suddenly smiled slightly, raised his hand casually, quietly, darkness dissipated, the four poles appeared, the sun shone, and the earth spread. The blue sky, white clouds, green grass and green trees... all kinds of creatures appeared in front of him.

I saw the man pointing casually, and there were tables, chairs, tea sets and some delicious snacks in front of him.

Who is this? How could it appear here? Yang Fanhai is not a fool. He still remembers the scene before his coma. At this moment, he calmed down and knew that he must have entered a phantom like a dream.

But if it was a dream, how did this man appear, and who was he? Such a method was never simple. He raised his hand to change everything, giving Yang Fanhai a feeling of Pangu and creating the world.

"Sit!" The man smiled slightly, took the initiative to sit down on the chair, looked up at Yang Fanhai and said, "Long time no see, brother!"

"Brother!" Yang Fanhai was shocked. He never remembered knowing this person, but the scenes that appeared again and again were the man around him comforting himself not to be afraid.

If you think about it carefully, you seem to be a good friend, or a brother of comrades and brothers who have lived and died together.

"Of course, we are brothers!" The man nodded: "It's just that you don't remember me for the time being, but it doesn't matter, sooner or later you will remember it. Let's sit down, we haven't spoken for a long time, um... it's been a long time."

Yang Fanhai sat down and looked at the distance. There was still darkness there, and various figures were passing through the darkness, which made him involuntarily frightened and difficult to defend himself.

The man next to him said lightly: "Don't be afraid of them, they are all losers!"

"Loser!" Yang Fanhai was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Aren't they hallucinating?"

He now knew clearly that everything in front of him was not reality, but the black shadows were a little scary. At this moment, the black shadows seemed not just phantoms.

"Is it hallucination? Actually, you can look at them like this!" The man said slowly: "From the present, go back to the past, go back to the prehistoric ancient times, before the creation of the world, and then lead to a more distant ancient, cold ancient, ancient, ancient, ancient, ancient and even farther era."

"Taotie, Chaos Peacock, Ancient Abyss Demon... The carrier of devouring will never be cut off. In every era, creatures carrying the power of devouring will appear, and you are the closest one to the present."

"The carrier of swallowing?" Yang Fanhai seemed to understand, just looked at the man and waited for his next sentence.

The man took a sip of tea and continued, "It's hard for me to describe it as something you can understand. Let's say that the power of devouring seems to have the intelligence. Whenever its carrier is killed, it will make a pattern fluctuation that others cannot see, and look for the next carrier."

"The carrier before you was the Chaos Peacock, and you are the next one of the Chaos Peacock."

As he spoke, the scene suddenly changed around him and turned into an extremely desolate basin with countless evil spirits and howling ghosts and wolves. Yang Fanhai looked around and looked carefully, and was shocked. He had never been to this place, but remembered that he had seen it in the illusion. This was the first time he had seen himself turning into a monster.

"This place is called the Dead Silent Territory, a place that is cursed by heaven, creatures and even all the world. The order here is already chaotic, and no one can change except the great way of heaven and earth."

"Once the power of devouring enters the extreme path, it will destroy the world, because its way is to devour and devour everything, including the great way of heaven and earth. It is a force that can make the great way of heaven and earth feel dangerous, although no carrier close to the great way of heaven and earth has ever appeared."

"In order to cut off this power, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth set up a pattern, and used a shocking battle to turn this place into a land of flesh and blood, attracting the devouring Taoist pattern that is wandering in the world. When it enters this place, it disrupts the order here, turning this place into a dead and silent place, and there is no more creature to live."

"The power of devouring must be a weak person to find a carrier, otherwise it will be difficult to integrate. If the strongest enters, they can come out alive, while the weak enters and dies before they grow. In this way, the power of devouring can no longer find the carrier and will be exiled forever."

"It's a pity that there are never a shortage of variables in this world. Of course, it may be the calculation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Dead Silent and Jealous Land is a place where death or life will not occur after entering. No one would have thought that one day, a elixir who can be said to be the lowest level of the world of cultivation will still rush in because of another kind of fear, not afraid of the danger of the Dead Silent and Jealous Land."

As soon as the picture changed, a metal box rushed into the clouds and mist, and rushed directly into the deadly dead land. After landing, the box was damaged and a figure came out.

The figure was extremely strange, with a thin body, but it had a huge head, which looked like a toothpick that was pressed on an apple, which was extremely inconsistent.

Yang Fanhai's heart was like beating a drum, and this figure was...
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