Create a myth of the heavens

Chapter 139 0138: Blackening the Lost Soul, The Dream of the God of Desolation

Due to the lack of more information that could form a connection, Tang Jian could not accurately determine the source of danger even if he used various divination methods to perform divination.

But that kind of warning sign was born twice in a row, so he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

"It can be confirmed that the danger does not originate from the outside world, but from the ancient small world. Since the hexagrams cannot be calculated, then use the boundary center to cover the abnormalities."

Tang Jian was extra vigilant, and immediately began to cover the entire ancient world with Jiexin, including the heavens and the underworld, including the land of mist, all within his observation range.

After such careful investigation, he really found some abnormalities.

For example, many of the first batch of creatures that entered the land of mist died inexplicably.

There are still many who are not dead, and they are basically crazy and distorted, becoming twisted and dark existences wandering in the mist.

They are full of weirdness. It seems that they have evolved into another special species of life after living in the misty land for nearly a hundred years. They can enter the strange state of atomization at any time and can create various special illusions.

Creatures of this form eventually became the nightmare of subsequent batches of creatures that entered the land of mist.

It directly caused many creatures that entered later to go crazy, die, or become of the same kind.

Gradually, this kind of existence wandering in the mist is called "the lost soul" by the survivors in the misty land-a group of spiritually fallen, filthy and evil existences.

"Could it be that the source of the crisis is the land of mist? Is it this group of lost souls?"

Tang Jian was surprised.

Recently, his main energy has been mainly focused on the three vassal small worlds and the Golden Crow, and he has not paid attention to the land of mist.

However, they did not expect that after nearly a hundred years of development, such unexpected changes had occurred in the land of mist.

"Is this a surprise for me? Is there any difference in the mountain fog in my eyes?
Why did these creatures go crazy and mutate into existences like lost souls? "

Although Tang Jian also observed many creatures in the Misty Land at the beginning, because of the different living environment, the psychology was dark and distorted, but it is still amazing that they can evolve to the stage of the lost soul and have more special abilities. surprised.

Tang Jian suddenly found out.

In the depths of the land of mist, where a group of lost souls gather, there are actually square high-rise houses, and there are even some crooked characters on some houses and on the ground.

The moment he saw those square characters, Tang Jian was a little stunned as if struck by lightning.

"That's the Chinese characters of the world before I crossed over. It's my mother tongue. How did this group of lost souls come up with these characters?"

Tang Jian's fine hair stood up all over his body, and he was more sure of the source of danger, which might be the land of fog.

The two warning warnings in a row are very likely caused by these changes in the land of fog.

Because these changes were completely unexpected by him, and they were not expected by the development.

Completely by accident, a shock rather than a surprise.

But at the same time, Tang Jian had an unrealistic idea in his heart—could it be that the small world has already begun to involve his time-traveling mystery?

And these unexpected abnormalities at this time, are some revelations revealed naturally?

Tang Jian couldn't calm down, and immediately flew out of the dimensional space, entered the phantom real body state, and flew to the gathering place of the group of lost souls in the foggy land.

At this moment, he lost the mentality of the Chuangshi Shen game world, and became an ordinary person, an ordinary but handsome traveler Tang Jian.

He wants to figure out the puzzle he traveled through, and find a way to return to that world.

He wants to figure out why these lost souls know Chinese characters, why they know how to build a boxy and rough house like the modern architecture before time travel.

"These lost souls were all natives in the past, so how could they have something to do with the world before I traveled? Could it be..."

Tang Jian left with hope and vigilance.

at the same time.

The ancient world, the human world, the eastern world.

This place is like a steamer, and sometimes you can hear the unpleasant and noisy "ah" and "ah" that make people feel impatient.

The blazing light rendered everything bright white, and the terrifying heat made every stone and every piece of sand seem to be breathing.

In the steaming, suffocating, fierce, and boring atmosphere, a will that has been lurking and always paying attention to the movements of the dimensional space is gradually waking up.

It has noticed that the existence that dominates this world has gone to another direction, and the threat to it is slightly reduced.

This is a very good time, fleeting.

The faint resentment of heaven and earth gradually gathered and became intense.

Everything happened silently, hardly noticeable.

On the huge hibiscus tree, Jinwu Dijun was expressionless, staring coldly at the nine children who were playing in the desert in the distance.

Distorted air swayed before His eyes.

He felt more and more anxious, sick, bored, and crazy, and his golden eyes were covered with restless scarlet.

For some reason, He is now becoming more and more impatient and easily irritable.

Even just yesterday, he devoured a demon king who came to worship and pay tribute with the scorching heat in one gulp.

Afterwards, he regretted it.

It's not like His character.

Although he is cruel, cruel, ruthless and greedy, he considers himself a good leader and will not easily devour capable subordinates who can be helpful.

Now thinking of the abnormality during this period of time, he felt even more anxious, and his scarlet eyes couldn't help but glanced towards the east, the East China Sea covered by a blue light mask.

"It's been 11 years, exactly 11 years have passed.

The long night has not yet come.

This emperor and these children can never take a step away from the east. This emperor's road to condense the emperor's seal is so blocked for life! This emperor is not willing to do so! "

He is not reconciled, he resents.

If it hadn't been for the Qing Emperor's obstruction, he would have rushed into the world 11 years ago, returning to the way he used to behave when he was a fearful evil god.

He will lead ten children to spread the power of fear, and then use the power of the monster clan and the power of fear of the ten sons to gather the seal of the emperor, take the head of Emperor Ku, and dominate the world.

When that step is reached, the long night will come.

At that time, they will return to the path of righteous gods, turn from evil to righteous, spread light and heat to the world, change their image, and completely settle down in the long night to avoid attracting the attention of the desolate master.

This was originally a very perfect blueprint.

"Now, all the grand plans of this emperor are suppressed by that Qing emperor, why?
He used to be able to call himself emperor, why can't this emperor! ? "

The golden eyes of the Golden Crow Emperor were completely filled with scarlet madness, and before he knew it, endless resentment erupted violently from all directions and even within his body, causing the golden fire light all over his body to suddenly darken, transitioning to purple-black.

"This Emperor is unwilling!!"

The golden crow soared into the air with a bang, and let out a high-pitched and long cry that was so resentful that it almost lost its mind. The golden feathers fell off dimly, and the golden body that was originally like a blazing sun became purple-black, stiff, and even burst open to flow out yellow-green of pus.

"Father!"

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

The nine little golden crows frolicking in the desert were all shocked, and they all flapped their wings and flew towards Di Jun.

However, the closer they got to Di Jun, their golden flame-like eyes gradually turned scarlet, full of resentment.

Di Jun was startled, the scarlet in his eyes faded a little, regained consciousness, seeing his own transformation, he was startled and terrified, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, a stronger resentment burst out from the bottom of my heart again, as if there was a devil-like voice murmuring to bewitch and lure me.

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Don't you want to get stronger?"

"Don't you want to return to the sky?"

"Revenge, become stronger"

Di Jun's eyes were scarlet red again, mad and resentful, he turned his head stiffly, his neck almost turned 180 degrees, and his scarlet pupils locked on the nine flying little golden crows.

"Children, return your strength to the father!"

The incomparably frenzied cold and gloomy flames suddenly overwhelmed the Nine-headed Little Golden Crow.

The entire eastern land is centered by giant hibiscus trees, and the temperature begins to drop sharply.

Incomparably shrill and resentful nine shrill screams resounded through the sky.

In the eastern sky, the light suddenly dimmed, and a shocking change occurred.

At this time, Tang Jian, who was in the misty land, was separated by the mist, and his mind was completely concentrated on a group of lost souls, but he was not aware of the sudden change in the eastern land.

He was in the gathering place of the lost souls, carefully observing the controlled dozens of lost souls and the surrounding buildings that were very small to him.

He found that the architectural features built by the lost souls were indeed very similar to the style of the world before he traveled.

However, the tallest building has only eight floors, and it is very rough built. If it is occupied by people, it may be in danger of collapsing.

In addition to tall buildings, you can also see vertical and horizontal streets, buildings similar to bridges or iron towers.

Those familiar Chinese characters are carved on the surface of some buildings.

A few crooked characters among them, put together, are a few words such as "Fat Run Da".

Reverse these words...

"Isn't RT-Mart a supermarket? What kind of painting style is this? Damn it!"

Tang Jian was a little messed up in the wind, looking at the building that looked like a supermarket but had a larger cross-sectional area than small people, he was speechless for a while.

He was even more curious about how the group of lost souls knew the contents of these buildings and words, and what their plans were for building these buildings.

Use the heart of the world to probe into the depths of the memories of the lost souls.

Tang Jian's expression gradually became weird and dignified.

In the depths of each lost soul's memory, he saw different but very familiar pictures.

That is clearly the image in his memory of the world before crossing.

Familiar streets, vague figures, etc., all emerged in the minds of the lost souls.

He also saw the state of the memory of a lost soul when he was awake.

The other party was still a young hunter in the tribe at that time, and the people of the tribe held torches and searched for prey in the mist.

The leader hunter once reminded the other party, "We are walking in Linyuan, so we have to be careful every step of the way.

We must always walk in the light of the fire, even if we are hunting, we need to do it in the light of the fire.

Never!Never!Don't let the fire go out!
Otherwise, you will be lost in the fog.

Hear any sound, whisper, be alert, and never look into the dark depths of the mist"

The other party once asked, "What exists in the depths of the fog?"

The hunting head replied solemnly, "Predecessors have raised suspicions that deep in the mist is the dream of the god of desolation, a bizarre and absurd dream.

Anyone who came into contact with that dream became crazy, distorted, mutated, lost in the depths of the mist, became a lost soul, lost his soul, and disappeared in the dream of the Rage God.”

"Aragami? Isn't that me?
my dream? "

Tang Jian withdrew from the state of investigation, his expression was absurdly astonished, "It turned out that my dream caused the birth of these lost souls? What caused the strangeness of the land of mist?"

(End of this chapter)