I'm Not a Tailed Beast

I am obviously the original creator who evolved all things and life, but he led countless worlds to transcend, and then led them to the end, waiting to be swallowed up.

He even used lies to deceive them, deceiving them that there is hope.

No wonder after I left, the world of One Punch Man was immediately pulled by the black thread, dragged under the demon world and swallowed.

It turned out that I was the 'catastrophe', the killer who ended everything.

Where are the old gods?Where is the destruction?

It's a samsara, a samsara that runs on lies.

Fragments of memory flashed by quickly.

The protagonist of memory is also called Mu Ziyu.

He was born in an ordinary human family, and was discovered by his master and brought into the fairy gate.

There are junior sisters who admire him, respect his fellow students, and guide his elders.

He is endowed with extraordinary talents, and he has cultivated the immortal path and found longevity in just a thousand years.

Powerful enough to control an entire world.

Then he set up a scam and released the news of Ascension, which attracted flocks from the world of cultivating immortals.

They were all proud of being promoted to the Immortal Court.

After ascension, how can there be a fairy garden?

There are only broken worlds one by one, and a darkness that swallows everything.

In my memory, the disciple's miserable roar seemed to linger in my ears.

"fraud!"

Fragmented memories are connected again, and the fragments flashed. The previous part is blurred, and there is only the ending.

It sent a place called the Kingdom of Light into darkness with its own hands.

Countless Ultraman who believed in him questioned angrily, the darkness swallowed the light, and the picture shattered immediately.

and also……

There are a lot more……

Living life, memory reincarnation.

The mass of information tore up Mu Ziyu's consciousness like a tide, and quickly reshaped it.

In the past time, countless 'selves' have done the same thing as now.

The Demon Realm, from the original single-world light sphere, has become the lair it is today.

All due to 'myself'.

"What's the point of being true or false? Maybe the rules themselves shouldn't be self-aware. We've been fighting against them since the day they were born."

"They didn't die, they sacrificed everything for it, that is, they are the old gods, the rules will never die, and the name of the gods will never die."

"One day, everything will be born again. I asked everyone and promised everyone that they will be born again."

The black avatar said calmly.

"We guide detachment, we receive detachment, we devour detachment."

"Swallowing everything, we have the power to fight against the Outer Gods. There is not much time left in the long river of time. If we fail, when the long river of time dries up, all the old gods dedicated to this will die."

"No, you are lying to me!"

If everything is what I want, then why use a seal to cover up the memory?

The tide of memory destroyed Mu Ziyu's understanding of all rules and powers.

But it was still angry, its furious paws clenched into fists, and when it swung out, it hit the air.

"Yeah, I lied to you, but what can you do?"

The black avatar sighed, his body suddenly swelled, turned into black smoke, and directly penetrated into Mu Ziyu's body.

The black thread in Winter Ghost's body also seemed to have completed its mission.

It flew out of his body, and finally merged into Mu Ziyu's body.

The unconscious body was unable to control the thrusters of the armor, and slowly fell from midair.

Dong Gui took a complicated look at Mu Ziyu's position, and then slowly retreated with the army of undead.

Until a woman with blue long hair draped over her shoulders and exudes coldness all over her body stepped on the passage made of ice and walked over.

"It's really strange, the army of undead will let the living thing go? Come, take him back!"

"Yes, General Esders!"

Chapter 350 Seven This is my authority! (Second more)

The memory turned into a huge eye, staring at the soul on the verge of collapse below.

Mu Ziyu looked up at the blood-red land in a daze.

Except for a circular open space around him, there were corpses everywhere.

Some are as huge as mountains, and some are still shining. They all have one characteristic, that is, they lack heads.

This place seemed to be a battlefield, and all the loyal guards died in battle, just to protect that small piece of pure land.

The fish eat the bait and are put into the basket by the fisherman.

Is it because of his own greed and unwillingness, or because the pond is about to dry up, so he simply struggled to survive?

Mu Ziyu didn't have an answer yet.

The eyes above the sky are deep and brilliant, as if enclosing an endless universe, and also like an endless river of time, countless lines are intertwined in a messy manner, and finally this space is formed.

Above the sky, countless black lines are invading the eyes, sending out a palpitating and terrifying echo.

But this space gave it an absolute sense of security, and the person pretending to be himself couldn't come in at all.

At least until it completely erodes the huge eyes, it cannot enter.

Mu Ziyu suddenly relaxed. This dilapidated battlefield not only did not give him a trace of fear, but also gave him inexplicable peace of mind.

It begins to recall, examining those memories in the third person of an outsider.

Time does not seem to exist, it watches over and over again, and keeps connecting all known memories together.

Still no answer.

What went wrong?

Seeing is not necessarily believing, hearing is not necessarily believing, and memory may also be modified.

It is only this area that can be believed.

This is the consciousness telling itself again.

Mu Ziyu began to abandon the interference of those memories, and tried to find answers in this space.

The broken flag moved automatically without wind, and a small and noisy sound faintly entered the ears.

The collision of weapons and weapons, the muttering before dying.

"traitor……"

"traitor……"

"Don't believe it..."

"..."

Even if you listen with your heart, there is only unwillingness and a few voices echoing in this space.

Who betrayed whom?Who is the traitor again?

Mu Ziyu walked slowly on top of the mountain-sized corpse. The head of the corpse had been chopped off. Its weapon was a knife, which was still hanging on his waist. It seemed that he never expected to be attacked until his death. Like a sneak attack.

Walking to the neck, Mu Ziyu frowned slightly.

The cut surface of the mountain's corpse didn't look like it was caused by any weapon, it seemed more like it disappeared out of thin air.

Erase completely.

A sadness welled up from the depths of my soul.

Mu Ziyu touched his cheek, and the tears fell directly.

Why are you sad?

One-tenth of the Memory Eyes in the sky have been occupied.

Mu Ziyu had a premonition that something bad would happen when it was completely occupied.

It accelerated the pace of examining the corpse.

Headless corpses, male and female, human and non-human.

The more I watched, the more sad I felt, until the tears even blurred my eyes.

Until a corpse that has been standing still and supported by a sword came into view.

The corpse seemed unwilling to give in, even though the head was completely wiped off, it did not kneel down.

Ruxue's gown was stained with blood, and under the blade of the sword was a section of black line cut off.

black line?

Mu Ziyu didn't know how many times he browsed through his memory.

But still somewhat uncertain.

It didn't fully wake up until it walked in front of the corpse in the hooded gown.

"I should have thought of that."

At this moment, the memory is integrated, and there is no concealment.

Every corpse here is inextricably linked with himself.