Reborn Yanqin

The cold and thin air was filled with thick fog, so thick that one could only see a vague outline even if one stretched out one's hand.The ground under my feet is also cold, as if a layer of frost has formed, and the coolness spreads to the whole body through the bare feet.

Why did he walk in such a strange place with such a posture?Jing Yan was startled suddenly, but couldn't think of an answer, just moved forward with his legs.

There was a tingling sensation from the sole of the foot, as if he had stepped on some sharp object, but Jing Yan couldn't even lower his head.He understood that this was still a dream, the same dream as before.

As time went by, his feet slowly became numb on the cold ground, and he couldn't even feel the sharp pain, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged, except for the fog, and he didn't know his destination. Where.

Suddenly, he quickened his pace and ran forward. As he ran, Jing Yan felt the sting on his face, like a sharp branch in a dense forest passing across his cheek.

"Hmm..." Jing Yan snorted, and then he was stunned, because all this time, no matter what he did, it would not be reflected on the body he was in now, and he was just a bystander.But just now, the body obeyed Jing Yan's will and responded to the pain on his face?

Even so, he still didn't stop, just waved his hands all the way, made the movement of pushing aside the branches, and ran forward.

What will be ahead, Jing Yan doesn't know, but there is a huge ominous feeling in his heart, as if what is waiting there is not a good thing.

Suddenly his body stopped, and Jing Yan was shocked to find that the surrounding fog dispersed at some point, and he could see everything clearly.He was standing on a smooth bluestone slab, which is the most common paving material, but if someone built the road here, how could it be in the dense forest?

Jing Yan looked around, and his body obeyed his will, turning his head so that he could see the whole picture of his surroundings.All around is a holy scene, the bright yellow birds singing on the branches, the carols floating in the air, the feathers falling like snowflakes, and the faint brilliance lingering around these objects.And in front of him is a palace, a palace made entirely of white building materials. He is far away from the palace, and he can't see its specific structure clearly. He can only feel the divine power from it. It's... like breaking into a forbidden area of ​​a certain temple.

"It would be great if I could take a closer look." This was the thought in Jing Yan's mind. As soon as this thought passed through his mind, his body moved and he walked towards the palace.

"Impossible! How could I manipulate him?" Jing Yan was startled, and after calming down, he thought again, "Maybe his original destination was there, and that's why he left. It's just a coincidence...any one People who see that kind of scene will make the same choice as me, right?"

He was getting closer and closer to the palace, but his walking speed was getting slower and slower, as if hesitating for something, and repeatedly broke the hesitation in his heart, and continued to approach the end of the ambush.Jing Yan could feel that he was restless, afraid of seeing something he didn't want to see in the palace.

After what seemed like a long century, he finally arrived in front of the palace. Jing Yan noticed that the palace did not have any decorations, whether it was on the pillars or on the door, it was all white, without carvings or patterns, but it was inexplicable. With a holy breath.

"It's really a holy place..." he said, with disdain and sarcasm in his words, and then he opened the door and walked in.

Suddenly, the picture in front of him trembled, like an old-fashioned closed-circuit TV with a bad signal, and even snowflakes flashed by.When the picture became clear, Jing Yan found himself kneeling on the ground, holding a woman in a robe in his arms, warm tears gradually overflowed from his eyes and dripped onto the woman's face.

Through the picture blurred by tears, Jing Yan could see that what she was holding in her arms was none other than Spirit Master Luni. There was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was a voice in her heart telling Jing Yan——she already dead.Continuous teardrops hit Lu Ni's face, but they couldn't bring her back to life. Then, a miserable howl came out from this body, even Jing Yan was startled.

At that moment, the image that appeared in Jing Yan's mind was a person with a monster living in his body, torn apart by the monster, with sharp claws clinging to both sides of the torn chest, the ugly monster was hideous and hideous crawled out in horror.It may be an exaggeration to say so, but the howling was really creepy.

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and stared at the other end of the palace. There was nothing there, it was empty, but he kept staring there, "Get out!"

Only his voice echoed in the palace, but he didn't give up, and continued to shout: "Get out! I know you're watching!"

"Katastofi, you have the guts to kill Luni, why don't you have the guts to appear in front of me?"

Jing Yan's heart shook, Katastofi, that is the name of the evil god!According to legend, this deity is different from other deities. He was not cultivated by the God Creator, but was born together with the Creator Calvo, just like the two sides of light and shadow.There are almost no people who believe in him on this continent, but it is strange that all the gods of the dark department, without exception, regard Katastofi as their belief.

Not faith as a man, but faith as a god.

Jing Yan is inconceivable that someone from such a class would dare to shout at him like this.If the body he was in belonged to Kalamuti, then as a semi-god-level powerhouse, he dared to face the majesty of the God of God, which is simply audacious.

A wave of anger rose up, like a fire burning in Jingyan's body, this was not Jingyan's emotion, but Kalamuti's emotion.The blood in the whole body is boiling, and the emotion bulging in the chest urgently needs to find an outlet——

"Ah!" Kalamuti yelled loudly, and there was indescribable sadness and shrillness in that voice.

Why is Katastofi involved with a demigod-level powerhouse?Didn't he not appear on the mainland after the third era?No, to be precise, he did not even intervene in the war of the gods. Since his birth, he has not appeared in the eyes of others. If the gods of the dark department did not maintain their belief in him, would there be such a god? Its existence is still a question.

Following his roar, a cloud of black mist appeared at the other end of the palace, perhaps because he was immersed in sadness and resentment, he didn't notice it, but Jing Yan, who saw things through his vision, discovered it.Jing Yan was flustered for a while, if he was cursing Katastofi just now, then there is no doubt about what appeared there now - the evil god himself.

"Run away—" Jing Yan almost shouted, but he couldn't make any sound.

Fortunately, Kalamuti finally discovered the existence of the evil god, and said with a sneer, "Are you ready?"

He stood up, gently placed the icy Luni on the floor, walked over the slippery ground step by step, without making any sound, because he didn't wear anything on his feet.However, since he didn't even wear shoes and socks, would there be a weapon on his body?Moreover, how did the majestic death storm be reduced to a situation where there are no shoes and socks?Jing Yan couldn't figure it out.

But Jing Yan's first question soon had an answer, because his hands had already been put on his waist. This was the most familiar movement Jing Yan had seen in the past few months. action. With a sound of "shua", two gleaming swords were already in his hands, and he gradually approached the black mist.

It was getting closer and closer, so close that Jing Yan could see a vague figure from the black mist, and then that figure seemed to raise his hand.

"Bang—" It sounded like the collision between huge objects, and then the cold touch covered the whole body.Jing Yan opened his mouth in a panic, as if endless coldness poured in from his mouth, almost rushing into his lungs.

Jing Yan remembered that the loud noise was the sound of a person's body touching the water surface. Why is he here?Through the thin surface of the water, you can see the face distorted by the water pattern, he is very familiar with that face, Zhan Yiquan!

wrong!He was in a palace, why would he come back to this nightmare? !Jing Yan shouted and protested, even though he himself did not know who the object of the protest was.

Struggling weakly in the water, Jing Yan couldn't even reach out his hand in front of him, Jing Yan remembered that Zhan Yiquan asked someone to tie a lead weight to his hand.Water poured in from all directions, gradually devouring his body, and wanted to go one step further, devouring more precious things.

Who will save him?Jing Yan kicked his legs indiscriminately, and a figure did appear in front of him in a trance...

Jing Yan sat up abruptly, with lights in front of him, and thick physics books on the table. He opened his mouth slightly, but he still didn't recover from the shock just now.

Looking around, Huang Weize was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that he had already gone out to play. The time on the table clearly showed that it was eight o'clock in the evening.It seems that I accidentally fell asleep while reading a book, and I had that nightmare.

Thinking of that nightmare, Jing Yan covered his head in pain. He didn't know what kind of connection he had with Kalamuti, and why this person kept appearing in his mind.If Jing Yan imagined those plots that didn't appear in the history books, he didn't believe it. As a science student, he didn't have any interest or talent in making up a story.What's more, the logical connection between those dreams is very close, which is really hard for Jing Yan to understand.

Most importantly, why does a character in the game affect me so deeply?What is his medium?game?Thinking of this, Jing Yan quickly climbed onto the bed, and looked slightly fearfully at the game helmet.

This kind of thing that is directly connected to his brain, it is not surprising to do anything in his mind, not to mention, the player entering the game is equivalent to deep hypnosis. In this state, it is very easy to implant something.

A chill crawled up from Jing Yan's back.