Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 771 Lord of Escape (54)

Mo Wen looked at the direction Linghu Lan was leaving, there was a gap there, and now it is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This world has no exit.

Mo Wen felt a little lost in his heart, he sighed silently, and looked at the ground under his feet.

……

Deep in the ground.

The slaughter continues.

The whole cemetery shook.

The numbers on everyone's arms were flashing red, and they had been with them since they entered the mysterious island.This number is always dim except for when it is transmitted.

Now the red number that lit up has become the light of death, no matter where they are hiding, the murderous red light all over the tomb can always find them accurately through the red number on the arm.

Someone reluctantly gouged out the piece of meat engraved with numbers, only to find that the string of numbers stubbornly appeared on the bloody meat.

Someone chopped off his arm, so he won't be found by the red light this time, right?The number quietly appeared on the forehead.

Somebody is completely insane, and the island has been insane since they came in.

Someone picked up the butcher knife, wanting to kill enough money before dying.

The loss of humanity is extremely violent.

After a long while, the entire cemetery went through a period of chaos. After the fight, it fell silent again, and the shaking palace returned to its solemnity, as stable as Mount Tai.

At this time, if Mo Wen came down from the top, he would see all the corpses were drawn into the ground by the roots that grew out suddenly, and the blood was mixed with the soil.

All the snatched fates flew back to their original slots from all directions.

The tombstone returned to its place, and the fate was covered up again.

Everyone's life book has a definite cause of death: died in the death line of Shenling.

Everything is neat and solemn, as if it has been silent for thousands of years, and no one has ever visited.

The escape is over!

……

outside.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the red light walking in the clouds gradually disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

Mo Wen knew that, except for him, everyone was dead.

He is the last person in this world.

A powerful and tragic emotion swept over his body.

He was silent for a while, and then looked at this brand new world again, which belonged to him alone.

He took out the exercise ball from his arms, frowned and looked at it for a long time.

This was given by Mo Yin.

He had an innate trust in Mo Yin, which was established on the verge of death, and it was extraordinarily strong.

Before today, he had never seen a kung fu ball and didn't know how to use it, so he intuitively put his hand on the kung fu ball.

A ray of light flashed from the skill ball, confirming his identity.

Countless information flooded into his mind, which suddenly opened the door to a new world for Mo Wen.

This is indeed the world of cultivating immortals! ! !

Mo Wen's heart skipped a beat, this world is completely different from the outside world.

He settled down and calmed down to accept the inheritance in the exercise ball.

The brilliance in the skill ball is wanton.

Mo Wen discovered that if one really learns this exercise, after successful cultivation, he will become the master of this small world and can freely enter and exit.

This is really a surprise, Mo Wen suppressed the excitement in his heart and opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, a simple and vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears: Would you like to be the tomb guard of the gods?

Gravekeeper?
Before Mo Wen could answer, information from countless tombs of gods flooded into his mind: it is an epic of the gods!

Mo Wen was unable to speak for a long time, and after a while, the voice sounded again.

"Would you like to be the gravekeeper of the gods?"

Mo Wen thought for a moment, then said decisively, "Yes!"

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(End of this chapter)