You are not human

Xiansheng's eyes wandered, and he stopped dissuading him: "In that case, you can go."

"The sun is about to set, and here they come."

Ao Xingtian is about to go down the mountain full of ambition - he realizes that there seem to be people watching him on Yunfu Mountain, but this is not important, he will soon distance himself from these ordinary people.

Ao Jinyu and Yin Bei watched from not far away, watching him follow Yin Bei's beginning of thousands of years to his own ending.

Ao Jinyu couldn't help asking, "Where is he going?"

Yin Bei glanced at the top of Yunfu Mountain from a distance: "Look for death."

Ao Jinyu looked at him eagerly, and Yin Bei realized that what he said seemed a bit ambiguous, and then explained a little, "I'm not saying he chose the wrong one."

"Back then, I just talked to the people on the mountain, and then I left here and went to the south—oh, by the way, if you go up now, you can still take a look at the saint from back then."

"The first sage pointed out two paths for us. I will first help the first sage build the underworld, and then let him create reincarnation. According to the agreement, one of us will not be reborn forever, and the other will be reincarnated from generation to generation. Neither is an easy path."

"He has also been reincarnated for thousands of years, and only now has he cultivated to the right fruit. As for me..."

Yin Bei paused, and only said, "Go ahead and read."

He talked about Rensheng's past quite well, but he was not very good at talking about himself.

Ao Jinyu has a certain intuition - he doesn't like to complain, but he may have suffered too much on the road to becoming a saint, so he doesn't know how to say it.

He looked at Ao Xingtian's back as he descended the mountain full of ambition, and felt that he probably overlooked one thing.

When Yin Bei came down the mountain, he probably wasn't so full of ambition.

The first sage never said that he would become a saint after he established the underworld and led all the ghosts. He probably didn't know what kind of big shot he would become in the future. When he went...

Would you be a little scared too?

Ao Jinyu blinked, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold Yin Bei's palm. He struggled slightly, and then froze again.

His hands are always cold.

After sanctification and detachment, he should have a healthy body-immortality and indestructibility, but the evil spirit all over his body still makes his questions cold.

Ao Xingtian was walking down the mountain, but he was only walking in front of their eyes.After all, this is an illusion, they are the spectators, and he is the performer.

Ao Xingtian saw ghost aura rising to the sky from a distance, the roar of ghosts mixed with the sound of human fighting, it was more tragic than purgatory on earth.

He wasn't afraid, instead he cheered up and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

He brazenly broke into the enemy's formation, and the mortals who were tired of fighting in front of him were like paper, and there was no concerted effort at all.

He laughed loudly: "I knew it! This is the Son of Destiny, and this is the posture of a celestial being! With such power, who can stop me!"

Yin Bei looked at him condescendingly: "It seems that he is quite satisfied with my talent."

Ao Jinyu frowned: "He...isn't he right?"

Yin Bei raised his eyebrows and looked back at him: "Oh? What's wrong?"

"You said that you also came to the south back then, but..." Ao Jinyu looked at the war below, showing an unbearable expression, "But you definitely didn't come here to kill people, you must have come for something."

"He...he seems to think that as long as he kills all the people in front of him, and then kills the ghosts in front of him, he can become a saint. Isn't that obviously wrong?"

"Yeah." Yin Bei nodded approvingly, "You're pretty smart when you're not stupid."

Ao Jinyu showed confusion: "When you're not stupid..."

"Cough." Yin Bei cleared his throat, and fooled the compliment he just said, "In short, he did forget something."

"I'm here because this battle has been fought for too long."

Yin Bei watched the crowd fighting under the billowing yellow sand, "They came from the north to grab food at first, but wars would kill people, and the robbed clans were unwilling to be robbed, so they turned into ghosts to drive them back. "

"Soon there will be no living people in that tribe. The ghosts who have lost their minds are looking for strangers. From the north all the way down, they provoke disputes like locusts crossing the border, turning people into ghosts and turning the tribe into barren land."

Yin Bei looked at them with lowered eyes, "Too many people have died, and the battlefield is constantly expanding. It's almost impossible to get a foothold after ghost after ghost."

"The first sage said that if they continue like this, sooner or later they will become the scourge of the Great Desolation, and sooner or later they will come to us."

Ao Jinyu squinted his eyes, looked at the ghosts densely packed like an ant colony in the endless wasteland, and couldn't help but said: "But this is too many...Are you going to arrest them all by yourself to the Hades?"

"There were no ghosts in the Underworld back then." Yin Bei's eyes were calm, "If we just throw these ghosts in, it will just turn it into a new battlefield."

"You have to scare them out of their wits first, beat them until they are convinced, and then send them to the underworld. Maybe you can pick a few ghosts who can help you."

"However..." Yin Bei looked at Ao Xingtian who was obsessed with fighting, "He seems to have completely forgotten about it."

"If this goes on like this, he will be exhausted before long."

Yin Bei shook his head slightly, "It seems that his journey will come to an end soon."

At first, Ao Xingtian felt like he was in a no-man's land, but he soon felt powerless.

Even if the enemies in front of them were defeated by him like cutting vegetables and melons, they didn't know how to be afraid at all.

The dead people turned into ghosts and pounced on them again. They were not afraid of death, and they didn't even know the difference between themselves and him!

"Idiot!" Ao Xingtian kicked an enemy away, and was entangled by a newly dead ghost. The opponent's body had just landed, and he had quickly accepted his new identity as a ghost. He laughed loudly: "Come on! What a ghost!"

These are still ghosts that can talk, and more ghosts that don’t know who they are for a long time. They only know how to fight, and they don’t know what to fight for—— ghosts who lose their minds, this is the most common thing in the wilderness era. monster.

"Uh!"

I don't know who's cock penetrated from behind him, he struggled to stand up, and was pressed down by the glaring ghosts, they roared and laughed around him, trying to turn him into such a ghost too!

"what--"

The piercing pain seemed to be real, Ao Xingtian seemed to be facing death for a moment, he forgot why he was here, and the sudden burst of survival instinct made him just want to escape.

But under the siege of mortals and ghosts, he could only raise his head with difficulty, and let out a short and unwilling cry.

But the darkness after the severe pain did not come, he suddenly regained his freedom, and even felt that he was stronger than before—he became a ghost.

Ao Xingtian suddenly realized, by the way, he is going to be the king of all ghosts, he is going to be the emperor of Fengdu, this Shura battlefield is a place of burial for him, and it is also the beginning of everything!

In just a split second, the self-confidence that looked down upon the world returned to him.

He is a ghost now, he won't get tired or die, what can they do to him!

His body was still on the ground, trampled by people in the chaotic battlefield, Ao Xingtian burst into rage: "Dare you, a pariah!"

He now possesses Yin Bei's talent, which was called by the sages to be the king of all ghosts. In the chaotic southern battlefield, he is really like the harvest of death. Wherever he goes, no matter whether it is a ghost or a human, he will not fight back. Power.

He laughed wantonly, feeling his aura and power rising with the tide, roaring past the battlefield over and over again, everyone fled, ghosts howled, he possessed unprecedented power!

He trampled the ghosts under his feet, and tore them apart mercilessly, his eyes were gradually stained with fierce anger, and the steaming blood lingered, as if wrapping him inside.

His voice was hoarse, panting heavily: "I see, I see..."

"It's no wonder that Pluto is a semi-saint, but he has a lingering murderous aura on his body. So it's like this..."

He looked down at his hands that had turned into ghost claws, and the smile on the corner of his mouth continued to expand, "Haha, this is the power of the semi-holy, hahaha!"

"I knew that if I had this opportunity, I would be a semi-saint too! Hahaha!"

"Ah—" A shrill ghost roar resounded across the battlefield, and someone shouted, "The sun has risen!"

The ghosts who were fighting bravely just now receded like a tide, and were driven by the sun to flee to the shadows. Some of them moved a little slower, let out a scream under the sun, and melted instantly.

"What!" As soon as Ao Xingtian raised his head, the vicious sunlight dazzled him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He suddenly felt a piercing pain. When he lowered his head, he was so proud that the ghost claw with supreme power had been melted into a translucent.

"Ah!" Ao Xingtian screamed, only then did he realize that he had turned into a ghost that could not see the light of day, and there was still a long way to go before the semi-sage.

He immediately fled in the direction the ghosts were fleeing, leaving the battlefield and mortals far behind.

The mortals, who took a moment of respite from the ghosts, looked at the suddenly empty battlefield and opened their eyes wide. Some fell to the ground with a loss of strength, and some staggered after two steps, then fell to the ground and never opened their eyes again.

Ao Xingtian panicked and didn't choose his way.

He didn't realize that his emotions seemed to have been magnified countless times, the arrogance just now, and the fear now had been magnified countless times, just the sunlight, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting, and he didn't know where to run away.

He followed the ghost and fled towards the village in the shade of the high mountain. The people in the village took up arms in panic, but the frightened ghosts roared past, and it seemed that they did not intend to leave a life alive.

Ao Xingtian didn't have the leeway to stop at all, he didn't want to kill anyone now, and he didn't want to think about the saint, he just wanted to escape from the deadly sunshine.

Howling ghosts, mortals screaming, babies crying, whistling past his ears, suddenly he stopped abruptly, as if held in place by an invisible hand.

"Where are you going?"

the man asked him.

Ao Xingtian opened his mouth tremblingly: "Go, go to the shade, go to a place where the sun can't reach..."

"who are you?"

the man asked him again.

Ao Xingtian's expression showed a bit of confusion: "I am... who am I?"

"idiot."

Ao Xingtian lost control of his body in an instant. He seemed to be expelled from his current role suddenly. The body he had let him drive just now stopped fleeing in embarrassment. He turned around alone and walked towards the place where he walked thousands of years ago. way.

A pair of ghost claws strangled the throat of the ogre ghost, and the ghostly aura surged out. He dragged the ghost and exposed it to the sun.

Yin Bei stood under the sun, and the sun treated him equally, and green smoke kept rising from his body, but he didn't realize it.

The young man who stepped on the evil spirit was murderous: "Where are you going?"

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The author has something to say:

It's almost the end!

This book is not long at first. When I was sorting out the manuscript of "Canteen", I found that the setting of Hades is quite perfect, and it is a product of passion. So now I don't know what to write about. (Hanhan scratching his head. jpgFanwai's old-fashioned routine of emotional dramas, other than that, there seems to be nothing special to write. If you have something you want to see, you can write it. Hey, bobo everyone