The prehistoric dress becomes the purple air of Hongmeng

Violent vitality flows in the dark and obscure space, and the five elements that have never been separated stir up everything touched by thunder and lightning.

In the center of this barrenness, a half-naked man with a sharp ax in his hand, a calm face and closed eyes stood on top of a green lotus flower.

Suddenly the man opened his eyes, the dark pupils contained unprecedented firmness and bitterness.

He clenched the ax in his hand and knelt on one knee on the huge blue lotus flower. The windless and automatic petals swayed on the top of the man's head, stroking the top of the man's head, as if comforting him.

So tender and so sad.

This lotus flower has conceived a lotus seed from countless yuanhuis, and this lotus seed has grown through several yuanhuis, and finally turned into a man.

It is his mother, and countless yuanhui accompany each other, making them an inseparable whole.

He remembered the petals he saw watching over him after each practice.

He remembered that he leaned on these petals, looked at the dark and obscure space, and questioned himself why the world looked like this.

At that time, he didn't know what the world he wanted was like.

Now he still doesn't know what that world looks like, but he knows how to create a world.

Maybe this is the fate in the dark.

He was born to have such a fate, and he was also born to be like this.

Born in the chaos, conceived in the green lotus, practiced in countless Yuan Hui, and then split this space at a certain moment in exchange for a new world.

But no one told him that when he reached the moment when he should split the chaos, he was actually in such pain.

The cyan petals lifted the man up and gently pushed him to the edge of the flower.

Facing the dark and obscure space, the man raised his ax silently.

Countless mysterious symbols lit up from the tip of the ax little by little, and finally spread to the tip of the axe, sharp and cold.

The muscles in the man's arms tensed up, and the first ax struck with a cold light piercing through the obscure and dark universe.The cyan lotus flower that had grown countless Yuan Hui broke into two in the next moment.

If you want to open the sky, cut off the edge first.

He knows that it is painful, and lotus understands that it is comforting.

Flip the wrist, there is not so much time for the man to mourn after the lotus is broken, the second ax must be struck immediately.

The black chaos began to fluctuate violently, and the wailing before death began to be heard continuously in the distance.

The third...fourth...the man has entered a mysterious state, the wailing of death, the chaotic fluctuations, and the increasingly violent vitality can't interfere with the man's behavior at this moment.

Where the chaos was split by the man, the cyan gas began to rise and became the sky, and the rest began to sink and became the earth.

Where the man stood became the center point of this newborn world, where he knelt. 49 The ax opened up the world, and at the same time exhausted men.

The man looks at the world he has created and asks himself is this the world he imagined?

No, this world is so barren, apart from having the sky and the earth, it is no different from chaos, there are still space cracks in the air, which is only a little less dangerous than chaos.

This is not the world he imagined. The world he imagined is not so quiet. He wants to fill up the barrenness of this world, but he has no strength left. He can only kneel there so silent and so quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally had the strength to stand up, leaning on his axe.Looking around, even the end of the world is still so quiet.How is this different from before he sacrificed Qinglian, what is missing in this world.

The man's hand inadvertently rested on his wrist, bang bang... The powerful pulsation hit the blood vessels and hit the man's brain at the same time.

After the sky was opened, the second thing the ax did was to drink the blood of its master. The dark golden liquid flowed out from the man's blood vessels, poured into the earth, and injected a bit of vitality into the whole world.

As the blood flowed, the man felt the growth of the new land. He believed that maybe in the near future, this land would reproduce countless creatures because of the man's blood and the vitality injected by the man, so that this empty prehistoric place would no longer be like this. The silence is so lonely.

At the same time, at the end of the world, an invisible and intangible vein was taking shape and began to spread, quickly occupying the sky above the entire world.

The man is sitting in the center of the world, feeling the formation and intertwining of the veins little by little, weaving into a huge network, and finally disappearing in the sky.

This is a network with no name, no attributes, that will never stop.

You can call it the web of life, the thread of life, or the way of heaven.

He used to connect with three thousand gods and demons in an invisible way in the chaos, and watched the growth and death of three thousand gods and demons. It was he who let men know their destiny and opened up a new world.

It was also him who had already appeared when the world was still barren.A huge network is woven with dense veins and threads.Waiting for the arrival of new life in the whole world.

The man is gratified that there will be so many lives in this world in the future, so that the heaven will be so favored, and he is also a little sad, because maybe in a few years, countless people will become dead because of the existence of the heaven.

The man looked up at the empty sky, and a vague shadow slowly formed in the sky.That is the effect projected by the web of life.

You are dying.

Yes, the man leaned on his axe, his eyes swept over his wrist that was still bleeding.

Isn't this what you want?

Wasn't it just calculating the man from the beginning, calculating the strength of the man, calculating how far the man can go, and calculating whether the man will die after doing these things.

From the moment the man cut his wrist, he already knew his fate.The existence that created this world does not die, how will the life after that be born.

He will not resent the network that weaves the fate of all people, because this is his choice and not misleading by other existences.

He was just a little worried about whether such an existence would cause irreparable damage to the life on this land.After all, no one can restrain him, and no one can find him.The way of heaven weaves the fate of life wantonly, and it can have no scruples.

The man looked up at the blurry shadow.

Can I make three conditions?

The tentacles of the Dao of Heaven extended to the man's side, and the vague shadow made a gesture of listening.

Men are the founders of this world, no matter how God should respect men's ideas, maybe he will not adopt them, but he still respects this man who dedicated everything to the new world.

"The opening of the sky was supposed to be fifty blows, after which I would immediately die and turn into ashes, but I only cut 49 strikes, and the last blow was my life. I hope you can leave a thread for every life in this world Vitality, so that they also have the opportunity to change their own destiny.

I hope that there will be a few people in this world who are responsible for teaching the life of this world.Let knowledge be passed on, and let these existences that have taught life help me watch this world from newborn to end.

I hope this world will not be prematurely reduced to chaos because of the life that lives here. "

The tentacles of heaven circled around the man and disappeared.

The man knew that this was Tiandao's agreement to his request. From now on, no matter what, Tiandao would leave a glimmer of life for people in this world, and those who could seize it would be able to lead to another destiny.

This is enough.

The man closed his eyes, his breath began to weaken, and finally disappeared.

His eyes rose to the sky, one was burning with endless flames, and the other was glowing with cold brilliance.

The body left on the ground began to change, first turned into thick smoke, and three streaks of blue gas overflowed from it, fleeing towards the same place.After that, the twelve drops of blood in Pan Gu's heart also came out through the fog, and disappeared.

The smog left on the ground began to expand, enveloping the entire world. Under the smog, the originally endless barren world became mountainous and surrounded by rivers.

The fuzzy shadow watching everything in the sky looked at the newborn world, and nine streaks of purple gas appeared from the sky and entered the thick fog transformed by Pan Gu.

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Name: Hongmeng

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Occupation: The elders who have not graduated from the junior year

Time of death: January 2015, [-]. Evening. [-]:[-]

Cause of death: Death from exertion

Various colors are still shining on the black screen, and the man in the black plaid shirt in front of it is lying in front of the table, unable to wake up.

Beside him stood a young man wearing the same clothes and having the same appearance.

That was his soul, but he could no longer return it to his own body.

He died on the night of the first day of the new year.He bid farewell to this world, and also bid farewell to all the past and future about himself.

All he had left was a wisp of erratic ghost, guarding by his side...

But he didn't want to die. Three days later, he and his mentor would go to the first court trial in his life.

Seven days later, the girl he likes will arrive in this city by plane with the wings of love. They make an appointment to meet each other's parents this time during the holiday.

Half a month later, his senior brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time was going to travel across the ocean and across two countries to find him. They agreed that one day they would get married, and he must be the senior brother's best man.

A month later, his parents, two old people who have retired and returned to the countryside hand in hand, will fly back to this city. They will spend a happy weekend with their son and daughter-in-law.

All of this came to a halt because of the events in front of us.

He couldn't see himself doing justice for the first time, he couldn't see the woman he loved, he couldn't accompany his brother into the palace, and he couldn't enjoy the old man's knees.

All he had left was a lonely soul standing next to the computer looking at his corpse, seeing himself becoming decayed and dilapidated day by day, and seeing the heart-piercing crying of the person who loved him.

Watching them spend a few years in silence because of their own death, until another ray of sunshine in their lives shines on them, allowing them to walk out of the shadow of their own death.

He may owe them an apology, but he can no longer express it in any language. The distance between them is the distance between life and death, and there is an insurmountable moat between them.

"You've been staring at your own body for 10 minutes. Mourning yourself is over."

Wearing a black suit, a man who looked like a character in The Matrix suddenly appeared beside Hongmeng.

"If I say no, can you keep me alive for three years?" Hong Meng was startled at first, he calmed down his emotions, and asked after looking at the man's eyes.

The man flipped through the notebook in his hand, took out a pen to draw a few strokes, and then glanced at Hong Meng.Back with an extremely firm voice. "cannot."

"Okay, then handcuff it." Hong Meng stretched out his hands.

The man was a little puzzled by Hong Meng's actions.

"Look at me, what about the handcuffs? Don't you all have ghosts in the underworld to walk the way of the underworld with shackles? Looking at your attire, I guess the prison equipment should also be replaced. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen the Yin God, and it is still It's the first time to wear handcuffs. Quickly take them out and let me see the difference between them and the human ones." Hong Meng raised his hand and brought it closer to the man in the black suit.

Seeing that the person opposite him didn't move, Hong Meng looked at his wrist, with a self-deprecating sarcasm on his face, and raised his eyebrows seemingly casually,

"Let me tell you, I thought I could send a lot of people in handcuffs, but I didn't expect to put them on before my wish came true."

The man in the black suit looked at Hong Meng seriously, and after confirming that he was really not joking, his face darkened suddenly.

"No."

"Really?" Hong Meng asked in disbelief.

The man in black refused to pay any attention to Hong Meng, but squeezed a few seals, and a huge road that seemed to have no end appeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing something new, Hong Meng didn't bother the man in black, but stretched out his head and stood on the edge of the road to look around.

"Heizi, what the hell is this?"

"This is Huangquan Road."

The man in black took Hongmeng's collar and walked inside.As they disappeared, the black void disappeared in an instant. If it weren't for the faint voices coming from the unknown space, all of this seemed to have never appeared.

Not long after the man in black led Hong Meng in, a baby-faced man in a white suit broke into the house. When he saw Hong Meng's body, his expression sank.

"Heizi, are you here?"

He looked anxious and frowned.After finding out that there was no one he was looking for, he became even more uneasy.

After he noticed the traces of the spell in the room, his face became even more livid.

The reason why he rushed here from the underworld in such a hurry was because the judge over there found that there was a problem with Huangquan Road and ordered all the impermanent ecstasies to enter the underworld from another place. One step late.

Let Heizi enter Huangquan Road. You must know that when there is a small problem in Huangquan Road, it will not cause trouble to these ghost gods. Once Huangquan Road is blocked, it must be because

There are scenes and consequences they cannot handle.

Heizi and Hongmeng were still walking on Huangquan Road without knowing anything. Heizi’s face was expressionless, but he felt strange in his heart. Huangquan Road was very busy with people coming and going every day. Today, for some reason, it was empty and there was no one. human footprint.

Hongmeng felt even more strange, didn't it mean that there were many people on Huangquan Road?Where has everyone gone?

He thought so and asked the same question, but the black-faced god beside him just threw over the word shut up and refused to speak, which made him feel rather strange and at the same time he could only think about it secretly.

But with his weak knowledge of mythology, it is thanks to his parents that he can know the underworld. He can only know a little about the consequences of not being a good person every day, and learn from his parents to be good, so as not to really die. torture.

When the two reached the middle of Huangquan Road and Hongmeng walked forward without any sense of danger, Heizi realized something was wrong and pulled Hongmeng back to his side.What followed was a space crack appeared at Hongmeng's position just now, stirring and tearing a large area of ​​space.

Hongmeng was so surprised that his pupils dilated continuously, and he raised his eyes stupidly to look at Heizi's face, but found that the other person looked very serious, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, and followed Heizi closely.

While protecting Hongmeng, Heizi moved forward quickly. He finally understood why Huangquan Road, which is usually crowded with people, was so deserted.

It turned out that there were not many space cracks in Huangquan Road because of the unknown space cracks.

The underworld must have known about this situation, and would also notify Wuchang to change their way, but he came out earlier, so he didn't even know about it.Then broke into Huangquan Road, I don't know if it should be said that his destiny is like this.

It's just pity for the ghost who entered with him, he just died and will face the fate of being scattered with him.

Hong Meng is not a stupid person, seeing the black-faced god dodging all the way, he also saw some tricks, and he was able to dodge to a certain extent, so as to reduce the burden of the black-faced god.

It's just that the further you go into Huangquan Road, the more dangerous it is, and in the end it's almost murderous every step of the way.

Even the black-faced god had to stop, and only dared to move forward after carefully instructing Hongmeng.

Fortunately, the two of them cooperated very well, and even walked all the way to the end of the underworld, and could already see the gate of the underworld, and there was a person standing at the door, Hongmeng didn't know him, but Heizi was too familiar, this person was his constant partner, It's called Baizi.

One is black, the other is white, and they are all chess pieces.It is the impermanence of the previous generation who taught them.

Originally hoped that the two of them would be enemies and friends, advancing each other.But I don't want to think about the personalities of these two people, one is cold and warm, the other is warm and cold, no one cares except Heizi.It turned into a scene where Heizi is a workaholic and Baizi is chasing after him.

Even so, the relationship between Heizi and Baizi is very good. They have been under the command of a senior since the day they became impermanent, and after that they went out in the same room and with the same team.

When Heizi saw Baizi guarding the gate of the underworld, he thought that the next time Baizi had some request, he would not refuse so simply, he would think about it before rejecting him.

Hong Meng didn't know the relationship between the Black-faced God and the person at the door, but he clearly felt the excitement of the Black-faced God and his eagerness to rush out of Huangquan Road.

He also wants to go out!Carefully jumping over a small crack, before landing, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged by the black-faced god. In the next second, a crack appeared in the place where he landed, and then disappeared.

When he finally stepped out of Huangquan Road, Hongmeng's heart was full of joy. He proudly extended his middle finger towards Huangquan Road behind, and his face became much better.

The man in the white suit happily turned towards the two of them, but the next moment he yelled to be careful with a terrified expression on his face.

Unknowingly, a huge crack appeared behind the black-faced god that could be swallowed up by people. The first person to see it was Bai Zi, and the first person to react was actually Hong Meng.

He was standing next to Heizi, grabbed Heizi's arm and threw the Heimian God to his side, but he ran to the crack due to the reaction force.

When he was engulfed, he even looked back at the black-faced god, silently thinking that it was worthless, and he died here.He glanced at the man in white who was rushing towards him again.He thought, it might be worth saving the black-faced god!When he died, no one would worry. If the black-faced god died, wouldn't that baby face cry to death?