final catastrophe

Chapter 173 124. True Face (Sixth Change - Please Subscribe)
Close your eyes.

His soul is still in the memory of Lord Volcano, his body is still warm and has not yet been turned into ashes.

In this flow of time calculated by thoughts, Xia Ji has plenty of time.

He relaxed himself and followed the rhythm coming from the core.

The eyeballs suddenly turned wildly, and soon in the boundless darkness, two white spots appeared, just like the light seen by the eyeballs through the eyelids.

After calming down again, Xia Ji felt himself being sucked towards the white spot.

It's just that the soul is shaking from side to side, as if it is being competed by the white spots on both sides.

But this "pulling feeling" only lasted for half a second, and it was extremely fast, so fast that mortals couldn't even notice it.

Immediately, the suction from the white dot on the left disappeared.

He entered the white tunnel on the right.

The tunnel is long, and time seems to have lost its meaning, and the white dots on the tunnel wall seem to be countless pupils, turning and staring at him as Xia Ji enters.

Feeling that the journey might still be long, Xia Ji decided to take a nap first. Long sleep is indispensable, and naps are also unique.

Too bad I couldn't eat before bed.

Then wake up and eat again.

Now that he has made a decision, Xia Ji closed his eyes.

This feeling was like lying on the deck of a ship in the cold moonlight, with no one on board, and he was drifting to nowhere with the ocean current.

I do not know how long it has been.

After passing through a long, deep, strange passage that is not like the world.

He finally stopped.

There was a strange "rustling" sound in my ears, mixed with inexplicable noises and curse sounds, as if mixed with all the wailing and screaming sounds in several hells.

Xia Ji opened his eyes, the distance was clearly still black, but it was covered with a layer of hazy and strange "veil", which gave people the feeling of something surging in it.

The surge felt like something terrifying was coming.

But for Xia Ji, it is nothing more than the bride is about to lift the red hijab, with some small expectations.

He stood quietly in the darkness.

The void changes, rotates, and turns into a deep black of different shades, which seems to be the entrance to the nether world, mixed with all kinds of strange screams, crawling, and breaking, which makes people frightened.

Countless pale, thin, dark hands suddenly crawled out from the entrance, their five fingers moved forward happily on the ground, and soon they reached Xia Ji's body, stretched out their hands hurriedly, reached for his ankles, and grabbed his shoulders.

It wants to pull the human being into the hole.

But after learning a little mental system fur, I dare to peek at it.

So it decided to let this daring human see its true colors, and then put him back and become a fool.

But the man was not afraid at all, and his expression was calm and terrifying.

"Are you looking at me?" Xia Ji asked suddenly.

That strange thin hand paused for a moment, not knowing why.

But soon, the man showed a strange and terrifying smile, "Then look carefully."

Thin hands are still pulling his body.

But right at the entrance of the cave, he couldn't drag it any longer, no matter how great the force from that thin hand was, it couldn't make him move forward any more.

Xia Ji stopped, put his hands on the cave wall, and looked in with his face, reminiscent of the feeling of some terrible monsters spying in different dimensions.

Immediately, he showed a dark but strange smile, his whole body began to swell and change, and the space seemed to be overwhelmed, and it made a crackling sound like a broken bone.

In the darkness, this man finally revealed his true face!

Squeak!
At this moment, there was a sharp scream in the space, hysterical, as if the most vulnerable mortal had seen a ghost.

And in just a short time, in the terrified man who saw the true face, the existence in the darkness remembered something, and the screams in the entire space instinctively became more trembling, more terrifying, and more terrifying. more desperate.
What it remembered, naturally no one knows.

Xia Ji knew that it was already stupid. In the endless years, it is not stupid to see its true face. It is estimated that there is no one but Tiandao.

So in the darkness, he casually broke away from the thin hand that was holding him, but that hand was broken by such a touch, and fell down like a withered vine.

He tiptoed out of the cave that had collapsed and shrunk.

Then, in the blackness, an extremely huge mouth appeared, that mouth seemed to be the night, seemed to be the ever-changing darkness across the sky, if it wasn't for the sharp fangs at the entrance.

Open and close again.

Xia Ji stroked his bulging stomach.

The taste is not good, not as delicious as the catastrophe.

The taste has no layers, no complex feeling, and there is no urge to dig into it.

It's still big eyeballs, the watery and elastic ones are better.

So after eating half of it, he didn't want to eat any more.

Throw the remaining, lifeless, black thing directly into the world in the belly, and leave it alone.

The whole world is collapsing, as if the end of this space has come, and this man stands in the center of the world, closing his eyes and feeling the long-lost destruction.

This kind of destruction happened almost every now and then in the "previous life".

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if he remembered another white spot he saw when he first entered the tunnel.

"Aren't they twins?"

Xia Ji's figure flickered, and he moved forward some distance.

This distance is not far, but it is not close. It seems that it has nothing to do with space or time, but a conceptual distance.

He scanned slightly with his "concept" vision, and soon saw a "vortex" that suddenly appeared, as if something rooted here was pulled out and naturally appeared.

Xia Ji grinned, stretched his hands towards the "vortex", and then pushed his head towards the "vortex", looking out.

seems to have light
Or an altar?
He rolled his eyes and saw a young girl standing on the sacred platform.

Pure and flawless, like a small flower in March, wrapped in bright white gauze, with slender legs, stepping on the cold stone steps with bare feet, holding a silver plate of holy water in both hands.

And below this high platform are two rows of heavy armored knights in black, and priests in white robes, gray robes, and red robes, in order, standing on both sides of the golden carpet, and on the stall is a picture of an emperor in disguise. The man, riding a seven-horned light dragon, soars in the sky pulling the wind.

Whether it was a girl, a knight, or a priest, they were all taken aback when they saw the man crawling out of the mirror.

They're just doing a ritual
This "Mirror of Skrepa" has always been a sacred symbol, and it has never been the case.
Everyone was a little overwhelmed.

But at this moment, the person crawling out of the mirror raised his head, and cast his eyes on the girl in front of him. The pupils of the two met. Flow down, fall softly.

(End of this chapter)