Disaster Shelter

A palm as white as jade grew out of Wen Wen's right hand, which looked somewhat similar to that purple palm.

The two palms collided together silently, and the light purple energy spread out to both sides, gasifying the sand thousands of meters away in a straight line, forming two huge fan-shaped deep pits.

Wen Wen's ceremony platform was not affected by the huge fan-shaped range.

After a collision, the purple palm became even more illusory, and retracted directly into the crack.

The gap gradually narrowed, and when it was about to disappear completely, a strange eye appeared in the gap, casting a curious look at Wen Wen.

The whites of the eyes are red, and the pupils are dark purple, completely unhuman.

It wasn't until Gap 1 completely disappeared that the eyes reluctantly withdrew.

And that little silver hand retreated back into Wen Wen's palm wearily, and the color became a little dim.

Whose hand was that just now... He saved Plague, which means that it is the god of heaven Yogma!

But how can the gods of the heavens find this place accurately? The man in black once said that this world is special, and the more powerful an existence is, the more difficult it is for him to enter this world.

If the gods of the heavens want to project their power here, they must use some kind of medium...

The token in the mouth of the plague, the token is the medium, he let the power of Yogma come to this world through the token!

Now that the plague has been taken away, I should not be attacked by Yogma again.

After figuring this out, Wen Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene just now really left a great psychological shadow on him. It all happened in a flash, and Wen Wen didn't even think much about it, and the matter was over.

The confrontation of the power of the gods in the heavens left nothing but two huge bunkers.

There was a chill in Wen Wen's heart. Facing the attack of the Celestial God across the world just now, he didn't even have the ability to resist at all.

The man in black once said that the spirit gods can be provoked, but the heavenly gods cannot be provoked. Wen Wen still didn't care, and now he knows how weak he is.

If it wasn't for the moon god who is also the god of heaven, leaving a force in Wen Wen's hand, this time Wen Wen would be in danger.

Wen Wen silently looked at his right hand and said: When I use the magic mirror to peep in the future, if you engage in holy light again, I will never scold you again.

After finishing speaking, Wen Wen looked sharply at the clone in front of him. Although he had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, the things that should be done could not stop here.

He must continue to complete this avatar, otherwise he will be sorry for the strength of the crescent moon in his hand.

...

There is a huge palace in the center of the red death star.

On a seat tens of meters high inside the palace, Yogma held Plague's head in his hand, his eyes full of curiosity.

Thank you, Lord Yogma, for your help. From now on, I will definitely be there for you...

Mute.

Yogma whispered two words, and Plague was speechless.

Then Yogma looked at Plague's head like playing with a work of art.

Originally, he was very optimistic about Blight, otherwise he would not have given Blight so much help, but Blight's failure made him lose value in Yogma's heart.

However, a rescue across the world was something he had agreed with Plague long ago, so Yogma did not break his promise.

Originally, after rescuing Blight, Yogma would have left him to fend for himself, but in Blight's current state, it was difficult to survive in the environment of Death Omen.

But while rescuing Plague, Yogma saw something interesting.

The man who is one with Blight and independent of each other, his name should be Wen Wen.

He actually has the power of the singer under the unnamed throne, and he is also protected by another celestial god.

The most important thing is that there is still an inexplicable feeling in that person, which makes Yogma very concerned.

So Yogma decided to cultivate Blight well, maybe there will be some surprises in the future.

The power that protects that world is loosening, and one day that world will open to the inner world, and that person will belong to Yogma.

Seeing the gleam in Yogma's eyes, Blight breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Yogma was still interested in him.

As long as Yogma thinks he is still useful, Plague will have a chance to make a comeback. He will definitely find Wen Wen in the future and get back what he lost.

In fact, the current Blight and Wen Wen can no longer be regarded as equal existences, because he only has half of his soul left.

The one who dived into Wenwen's sea of ​​consciousness back then was only half of Plague's soul, because he thought that he would be able to take down Wenwen.

Unexpectedly, this half of his soul was discovered by the terrifying black-robed man, so in order to ensure that he would not be killed, he let half of his soul escape and was killed by the black robe on purpose, thus hiding the other half of his soul in the depths of the corpse.

He does have a hole card in his hand that allows Yogma to make a move. This hole card is the sign he was holding in his mouth at that time. This sign can collect his current coordinates, so that Yogma's power can pass through the world barrier. .

However, this brand is the hole card that Blight worked so hard to get, and it takes a long time to activate it, and there is only one chance to use it.

When he first started fighting Wen Wen, Plague thought it was unnecessary, and when he felt it was necessary, he had no chance to use it again.

His body has been trapped in the shelter, and this sign has no way to record the coordinates in the shelter.

When he was given life in front of the holy tree last time, Pang Li had this chance, but he guessed that Wen Wen wanted to resurrect his body and become his clone.

So Plague prepared to snatch the body and escape when Wen Wen really revived the corpse.

Otherwise, with his incomplete soul, even if he could return to the Death Star, he would be directly given up by Yogma.

His wishful thinking was good, but after all the calculations, Wen Wen actually endowed this body with a new personality. This personality is as tough as Plague or Wenwen's soul, and Plague has no way to take it away. control of the body.

Moreover, Wen Wen didn't know what kind of terrifying thing was put into this body. That thing was ten times more terrifying than his arrogance. Plague felt that if he kept hiding, he would be completely swallowed, so he took the risk and directly Detach from the body.

But at present, the situation should not be too bad. As long as Yogma does not give up on him, he will have the confidence to make a comeback.

...

After the plague disappeared, Wen Wen released Xue Jiuyi to protect himself, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the ceremony.

The sudden appearance of Pestilence is not without benefits, that is, he took away part of the pollution of the unknown king.

This reduced the residual pollution in this body to a controllable level, and there was no suspense about whether the ceremony would be successful. Now what Wen Wen had to do was to make the ceremony more complete.

During the progress of the ceremony, Wen Wen was using his own strength to grope inch by inch in his body, trying to completely eliminate the hidden dangers left by the plague.

This delayed the ceremony, which could have been completed in ten minutes, for several hours, but it also gave him a better understanding of the clone.

...

On the silent lake, a middle-aged man in a black coat sat cross-legged.

On the left and right sides of the man, there is an old-fashioned revolver and a sharp engineering shovel.

Both the weapon and the middle-aged man stayed on the water calmly, without causing the slightest fluctuation.

My name is Wen Wen.

I'm in my forties now, maybe age doesn't mean much to me.

Because I don't exist.

The middle-aged Wen Wen smiled wryly, looking at the monotonous mirror world, not knowing how to describe his feelings.

He thought he was a witcher awakened by accident, the wife of a woman, and the father of a three-year-old child.

But it wasn't until he saw his teenage younger self with his own eyes that he realized that he was just a memory born out of thin air.

Everything is fake, everything is illusory, he is just a possibility of Wen Wen, a demon hunter with great potential.

After that battle, he has been on the surface of the water, thinking meaninglessly, because thinking is the only proof that he has ever existed.

But perhaps, this kind of thinking itself is also illusory.

Middle-aged Wen Wen fell into deep confusion.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Wen Wen found that his figure was gradually disappearing, and the pistol and engineering shovel also became blurred.

It seems that the main body has forgotten me. As long as he forgets me, I will not exist... I am really cheap.

Eternal darkness wrapped the middle-aged gentleness, as if he had entered an extremely crazy world.

The violent, bloodthirsty, and crazy power enveloped him, causing every inch of his skin to be plunged into great pain.

But amidst this pain, the middle-aged Wen Wen felt a trace of warmth again. This kind of warmth was very comfortable. He had never experienced such a feeling in his forty years of life.

It's like... he's finally real!

He couldn't bear this feeling, if someone wanted to take this feeling away, the middle-aged Wen Wen would fight him desperately!

A man who looked very similar to the young Wen Wen, but with a hideous scar on his face, came over and attacked the middle-aged Wen Wen viciously.

The middle-aged Wen Wen didn't know why the other party wanted to fight him, but he was never a person who was afraid of fighting, and he had an intuition that if he lost the battle, he would lose this warm feeling.

So with one thought in his mind, the revolver and engineer shovel appeared at the same time, and launched the most brutal attack in his life against the inexplicable assailant.

The scarred Wen Wen looked tough, but he was unexpectedly weak when fighting, and was easily driven away by the middle-aged Wen Wen.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like I slept for ten days and ten nights in a row.

He opened his eyes tiredly, and what he saw in his eyes made him open his mouth wide.

Congratulations, you have come to the real world!