Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

When Jian Mingshu woke up, his eyes were filled with darkness.

At first, he thought this was the way to hell, but then he realized that something was wrong.If it is the way to rebirth, the roadside should be filled with white candles for rebirth.

His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.Only then did he realize that it was not the darkness of the night, but something covering his head.The thing covering him was wide, but light, making it almost impossible to feel the weight.

It seemed that someone was stepping on regular steps and gently supporting him forward.

Fragments of memory gradually recovered, he should be trapped in a stone room with a man named Wu Shuyang in a cocoon world.The cloak that covered him gradually became familiar.

Vaguely, the hem of the cloak was gently lifted by someone.

A blood corpse squeezed in while lying sideways, and immediately after that, blood corpses in a mess all around rushed in.There was only a small gap under the cloak, and it was full of stumps and broken arms.

This number is really too much, like a fully loaded truck overturned, and bloody corpses poured down.

Do you want to use the seal of the gods?

This seems to be the only solution, but the seal of the gods is really difficult to control, sometimes it has no effect, and sometimes it can cause the whole world to collapse.

Slices of bloody tide overflowed through the corpses and were about to reach his toes.A blood corpse stretched out its hand, and its fingertips exposed meridians were about to touch his shoes.

In this situation, there is really no room for hesitation.

Just as Jian Mingshu's fingertips touched the seal of the gods, suddenly there was a strong wind, and the cloak covered his face.

Through the gap, he could only see the delicate toes of the shoes of the people around him, which looked as if they had been carefully carved.

Every time he took a step, pieces of fire spread from under his feet.There was no wind in the wilderness, and the karmic fire stirred up the wind and clouds all around, and the wind was strong.

The green karmic fire on the ground spread rapidly, and the blood corpse instantly turned into dust when it touched the will-o'-the-wisp.The blood corpse who was about to touch the toes of his shoes just now twisted in pain, and quickly dragged his broken feet to one side.

The bloody corpses were raging, and the people around them were unmoved.On the contrary, it was the wind blown by the green karma, which made the cloak flutter, making him stop, and gently helped Jian Mingshu gather the cloak.

Compared with the fierce momentum of his stepping on the fire, this subtle movement couldn't be more gentle, just like the first ray of spring breeze gently blowing the willow branches with buds.

Karmic fire hunting, but open-minded soft wind.

After walking on the green flame for a while, the sound of the wind suddenly stopped.Jian Mingshu was wondering, but he saw that he was being led onto a wooden cabin.

Taking advantage of the fire being extinguished, the blood corpses quickly counterattacked, and a dozen blood corpses immediately climbed onto the edge of the cabin.Most of his vision was covered by the black cloak, and judging from the howls of pain all over the sky, the number was only more than what he saw.

Wu Shuyang took a slight step back, but did not move.

There were more and more blood corpses, and there was a "click" sound from above the cabin, which sounded like it was overwhelmed.

The person beside him stood there, as if he was thinking.

Jian Mingshu vaguely understood - the mysterious-looking will-o'-the-wisp he used is still a "fire" no matter what, if it is used here, it will probably destroy this wooden cabin.

It seems that this is a hero to save the United States.

"Do you really think I'm dead?"

Dots of golden dust in the air condensed into a pattern of cirrus clouds circling the sun, like a barrier, swinging away the endless blood corpses in front of you.

Wu Shuyang recognized it immediately, it was the seal of all gods to subdue all ghosts, control all spirits, and summon all immortals.Thousands of years ago, the seal of the gods was supposed to be coffined with Jian Qingyang, king of Huai'an.

He calmly glanced at the director of the hospital next to him, and quietly pinched his Wangui seal through his clothes.

At the beginning of meeting this divine messenger, that little shadow of suspicion gradually surfaced.

He could hardly restrain his emotions, his heart was in a mess like a jade plate.Wu Shuyang was relieved and thankful in his heart, thanks to his intuition giving him a trace of soul energy.

Good luck.

The blood corpses were pushed away by the invisible barrier, like red sorghum that fell to the ground.The wooden cabin moved in response to the sound and began to creak upwards.

Jian Mingshu gently lifted off the black cloak, revealing a handsome and friendly face.

He glanced at Wu Shuyang, slightly raised one corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "We don't have to die together."

It was just the right time for Jian Mingshu to wake up, and he just happened to make a rescue.

This time, the seal of the gods was very face-saving, the strength was controlled just right, and it didn't destroy the world, it just shook the ground a few times.

Playing cool in front of this person who is stepping on the stage, showing off his sense of presence, has a refreshing feeling of getting the script of the leading male lead.He glanced at Wu Shuyang triumphantly, hoping to see some little stars he admired from inside.

This look at each other blinded him.

Wu Shuyang's eyes are extremely complicated, coldness rises from his icy eyes, this gaze is different from the indifference in the stone room, it is as sharp as a sharp knife, it seems to pierce Jian Ming's life, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

It was supposed to be a joyful highfive moment just now when the two of them were in the same boat and overcame difficulties, but there was no trace of joy in his eyes, but his gaze seemed to carry a very heavy weight.

It's really confusing.Could it be that he felt that he had saved him once, which hurt his self-esteem a bit?

Wu Shuyang seemed to have a lot of things on his mind, and he had no intention of talking.Jian Mingshu looked away, put the seal of the gods into his pocket, and casually changed the topic, trying to calm the atmosphere:

"The door to death?"

The wooden cabin pulled the two of them into the dark passage, and he couldn't see Wu Shuyang's expression.

"Yes."

"The door to death is right. It's not for the living."

The stone chamber was airtight and blocked, and a green fire burned the oxygen that was not much in the first place.When the feeling of suffocation came up, Jian Mingshu thought that he would die in this cocoon world.

The idea of ​​death inspired him.He suddenly realized that out of habitual thinking, he linked the exit with the subconsciousness of Shengmen.

There are only a bunch of cannibal blood babies and dead people in the stone room, and the air is airtight, so it was not originally built for living people to come and go.

Seeing how Sister Zhu and Sister Baimian gnawed to pieces, this is the execution ground of the main god.

Qimen Dunjia, five evils and three good ones, the door of death, the great evil door, is the right way for the dead who made a last wish and became the main god.

As the wooden cabin went up, the outside light leaked in one by one.

"Crench."

The wooden hook made a sound that almost broke, and the whole wooden cabin came to an end.

This is a stone cell with only a broken wooden frame bed with a broken iron lock on the head of the bed.There are no windows, only five or six wooden planks, which are randomly assembled into wooden doors.

After having the light source, the first thing Jian Mingshu confirmed was the left palm——

Two bloodstains.

who is it?Who was killed by the Lord God again?

His heart sank.The first reaction was Liu Ruonan who was imprisoned in the altar of the fortress. After Jian Mingshu was imprisoned in the stone room, I don't know if the group of female ghosts will go back to find her.

Jian Mingshu stepped out of the wooden cabin and walked to the wooden door.The wooden door was shabby, so with a little force, he punched the center of the wooden door out of the gap.He found the door lock along the gap. It was an old-fashioned wooden bolt door. With an easy pull, the wooden door opened in response.

The wooden door is extremely short, and Jian Mingshu, who is not low in stature, can only get out by bending over.

The sun is three poles high.The harsh sunlight hurt the eyes, and Jian Mingshu's eyes were sore from the exposure. After getting used to it for a while, he began to look around.

It seemed that they were in the village at the foot of the mountain.

There are wooden stilted buildings all around, and the dungeon they just got out of is the first floor of one of the stilted buildings.

Over the forest in the distance, a row of painted kites floated.Jian Mingshu recognized the first one at the beginning——

"Too bad, it's a human leather kite." He frowned and sighed, "This time I'm locked in the stone room, and something serious happened."

He remembered that in the stone room, Yu Ying's seven or eight draws were easily counted according to the plum blossoms, which happened to be the hexagrams peeled off in the mountains.

Up and down Kun, there is only one yang line under the five yin lines, which means that the rocks are weathered, denuded and collapsed.If you compare it, the rocks and vegetation are equivalent to human skin.

He didn't think about it any further.

A slight sound of footsteps followed.

Jian Mingshu remembered that he was still wearing a black cloak, so he pulled the drawstring casually, pulled down the cloak, and planned to pass it to the person behind him.

"Then what, I still have something important to do, we... let's part here."

He had just finished speaking when he realized that the person following behind him was not Wu Shuyang at all.