Nightmare’s Call

The gloomy black wind swept across the barren expanse, rolling up large black dust particles.

There are raised graves and tombstones everywhere on the ground. The dead and dead trees stretch their teeth and dance like claws and horrors.

Hey, hey.

Lin Sheng's tall body walked slowly on this land.

Here is the twenty-fourth world that he traces back to the origin of the Kuroshio.

At this point, the fog density of the Kuroshio is so strong that no living thing can survive here.

Even Kuroshio monsters no longer see it.

There was dense black smoke everywhere in the air.

Lin Sheng wore a white cloak, his shoulders were fixed with gold shoulder armor, covering his whole body.

Wearing a fully-enclosed divine armor helmet on his head, the golden face mask looked cold and ruthless, sacred and solemn.

His helmet is crown-shaped, carved with numerous delicate patterns and decorations. People feel strong deterrence and dazzling at a glance.

Deterrence, which represents Lin Sheng's resistance to the surrounding black tide erosion at all times.

"It's a spectacular intensity. Even at the level of the Lord of Light, it doesn't take a second to be eroded into a true god-level monster and become part of the Kuroshio.

"No ... maybe even the monster will not have a chance to become. He will disintegrate into powder and become a new pile of graves here."

Lin Sheng glanced at the tombstone at his feet and slowly continued to move forward.

In this world, he obviously felt that the entire world had shrunk too much.

This world is not so much a world as a space.

The Kuroshio concentration here is terribly high, but it is only one-third the size of the Earth.

It's also a standard place structure.

Since Lin Sheng condensed the holy golden butterfly, he began to explore the Kuroshio again.

Under the protection of the new powerful Kingdee, this time he finally took a step further and came to this strangely dense world.

"There must be some secret here."

Lin Sheng had such a hunch.

His hunch was generally accurate.

And as he thought, he sensed this world for a long time, but he didn't find any entrance to the next world.

As if here is the source of everything.

Lin Sheng looked up at the gray-black sky.

Numerous dark clouds suddenly scattered, and there was a dead silence on the earth. There was no sign of any biological activity besides him.

I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly he stepped.

On the ground in front was a pile of ragged clothes.

There were all kinds of mess in the clothes.

This seems to be the last thing left by some strong man who has strayed here.

Lin Sheng paused, stepped forward and bent down to pick up his clothes gently.

The Kuroshio fog here is too strong, so no matter what spell ability is used, it will be immediately eroded and invalidated.

The Kuroshio mist is the only energy element here.

Shaking his clothes, Lin Sheng took out a notebook with a dark gold cover from his pocket.

The notebook is small, about the size of a slap, and seems to be designed to be held in your hand for recording.

Open the notebook lightly, the text written on it is completely incomprehensible.

Even though Lin Sheng is fluent in many languages, the word before him is completely unknown.

But this is the only sign of humanity.

Lin Sheng stowed the notebook into his arms.

Although there is no way to interpret it for now, take it home first.

Intuition told him that the secret hidden here may be the true origin and cause of Kuroshio.

"This place ... there is only a grave except for the grave. I came after the Kuroshio and stopped here. Simply calling the source of death silence here.

Lin Sheng finally glanced at this dead world.

He has been here for a long time, and his sensibility has been maximized, but he still cannot find the source of the Kuroshio here.

Can only come again next time.

He was slightly disappointed, waved his hand, and the huge divine power surged out, and instantly opened the space to a regular portal.

Lin Sheng stepped in and disappeared into the door in an instant.

This trip is not without gain.

At least he already knew it didn't happen naturally.

Natural formation does not specifically create tombstones for dead creatures.

Not long after Lin Sheng left, less than half an hour.

This dead world shuddered slightly, and a black rift slowly opened.

A dark, fuzzy figure slowly emerged from the rift.

He couldn't see him or his body, only a bright blue pupil that was dazzling to the eyes was embedded in the middle of the man's back.

As soon as the man entered here, he suddenly sniffed the smell in the air.

"Who has been here!" He muttered in a low voice.

He was weird, hissing like a swarm, spreading up and down the space in all directions.

Just listening to this voice gives a feeling of itching and numbness all over.

Soon, the man walked to the pile of robes that Lin Sheng had just picked up.

He looked down at the robes on the ground and seemed to be thinking.

Long, long ago, he couldn't remember how long it was.

He found this space.

This contains a huge and unimaginable force of dark fog. These black mists are like the accumulation of negative energy in the dimension of the universe.

They can erode everything and destroy everything. Destroy all living things.

But he was an exception.

Yes.

He is the luckiest of countless beings who have come here.

His soul is extremely immune to the dark mist here.

Although he can't stay here for a long time, this does not prevent him from peeping at the power of this space.

So he tried every means and used every means. Finally, tens of thousands of years ago, a gap in this space was successfully opened.

That day.

Countless Kuroshio surged out, and rushed into the other world along that madness.

Countless worlds have been destroyed by the Kuroshio erosion.

Countless dimensions, distorted, destroyed and reshaped in the wash.

He was stunned at that time.

At that time, he called this world respect the origin of Abyss. Semantics is the place of origin of all dark forces.

He peered at this power and studied the composition of this power continuously for many years, and tried to control it.

But despite all these years, he had no way of mastering this terror force while possessing rationality, apart from studying some of the characteristics and laws of the power of Abyss.

Frustrated, he returned to his world.

But since then, he finds himself cursed by this world. Immortal, physically and mentally deformed, completely turned into a completely indescribable monster.

"Here ... no wrecks, no new wrecks ... are new traitors appearing?"

He opened his eyes wide, showing the colors of surprise and shock.

"A new traitor who can resist the power of Heibuchi. Has it finally appeared? For so many years, I thought that I was the only exception ..."

The power here is so huge and terrifying, and only true traitors can enter here without dying here.