Welcome Back To the World Game

Su Mingan took out the compass.

At this point, the compass that could have shown Sibel's position had malfunctioned, and he couldn't see the red dot representing her.

"...Sure enough," he said.

Shadow looked at him blankly, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Shadow, let me ask you, has God Bai descended on the sky?" Su Mingan stood up straight.

"No..." Shadow replied, wondering why this person didn't even know about this matter: "Master Baishen has never appeared. I...have been waiting for his appearance."

"Well." Su Ming'an said, "How old is Sissi this year?"

"Ten, ten years old." Shadow said.

Su Mingan nodded.

He remembered that the previous Sibel looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Sissi Zewan seems to be another name for her, she introduced herself as Sibel, he also called her Sibel, but everyone else called her Sissi.

So, is he back... five years ago, or six years ago?

Judging from the current information, five years ago, Baishen was created by people's beliefs. He first descended on the dome. He blocked the curse of sludge that suddenly appeared in the sky and turned into a barrier to death. Like a flash in the pan.

Looking at the current time, Baishen does not exist yet.

So, what special copy did he mistakenly enter due to the search of the underground laboratory?

He didn't even notice when it started and reached this timeline.

...No wonder the raven suddenly disappeared.

Anyway, let's do the quest first, it may be like the night level of "The Demon King and the Brave", it's just an illusion.

After all, even the time controller Michael couldn't go back to a certain range of time, let alone go back to this complete world of the sky.

"Let's go." He looked at the shadow: "Go save people."

...

"Chase! Chase!"

In the darkness, the angry voices of the guards resounded throughout the first tribe.

In front of them, a group of children ran fast.

One of the seven children was able to control the gust of wind. They stepped on the accelerating wind track and spun around in the streets, leaving the cumbersome guards behind in no time.

The girl named Coco kept throwing flames in her hands. They were like the arson team who set fire to the bottom of the mountain, burning wherever they went.

The whole tribe was burning with bright red flames, and the crazy waves of fire came one after another, and people's coughs couldn't stop coming, mixed in the thick smoke of the flames and the black mist at night.

The surrounding ethnic groups are either packing up and running away, or they are struggling to put out the fire, and no one is going to stop the children at all.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Due to the destruction of the airtight buildings, the black fog filled the air, and even some ethnic groups had begun to cough up blood.

Gradually, behind the children, there was no sound of guards chasing after them.

The thick smoke obscured their vision, and they even started coughing from inhaling the smoke.

"Coco, stop..." A child couldn't help but say.

The flame in Coco's hand stopped.

The flames burned so fiercely that she was also a little scared.

The children's team stopped in the corner of the tribe, looking at the heat wave in front of them, their eyes were a little dazed.

After a short silence, a child swallowed and spoke softly.

"...Are we going a little too far?" he said.

The tribe in front of him was raging in flames, and even the night was dyed red.

They were all bloody, and they found a way to set fire that seemed very reliable. They wanted to distract the attention of the guards, but they didn't want to destroy the tribe at all.

But looking at the situation, the fire has already burned a little too far.

Obviously, the usual small fires, the tribe will easily handle, and will not fall into such a terrifying situation.

Xiaoke's fire has the characteristics of continuous burning. It is a very strong flame. In addition, they came out of the inner tunnel, and the guards were not prepared. They also knew all the places that were easy to catch fire. , Before the elders could react, the flames spread all over the first tribe like a tsunami.

Bright flames have spread all over their field of vision, making them gradually unable to see.

"I...I..." Feng Qiqi suddenly turned pale.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" Only then did the children realize that Feng Qiqi's expression had become very bad.

"I forgot one thing..." Feng Qiqi's whole body was trembling: "The current natural disaster period is the flame period. In this environment, the flame will get all-round bonuses, and it will become difficult to extinguish... …”

The children were shocked when they heard it.

They didn't consider this situation at all, they just wanted to take the opportunity to save people, but the development of the fire has far exceeded their expectations.

They seem to have... done a very big mistake.

A mistake that will make them regret for the rest of their lives.

"This is the wrath of Baishen, the heavenly fire that Lord Baishen descended!"

A loud scream of a female ethnic group suddenly sounded from the thick fog, and her voice was full of sadness.

"Sir Baishen is angry. This is the fire from the sky that He has sent down. It's because our faith is not pious enough!"

Some ethnic groups also shouted loudly, their voices rising and falling one after another in the black fog.

"It must be the escaping behavior of the young patriarch, Lord Sik Zewan, and Lord Chushan Zewan, which made Lord Baishen angry!"

"That's right... this fire is our punishment..."

"Today's plan, the only way to appease the anger of Lord Baishen is to hold the ritual of worshiping the gods as soon as possible and throw their children into the magma..."

"Elders! Save us, we are devout believers in Baishen..."

Hearing these screams, the children looked blank.

Hearing these voices, Feng Qiqi gritted his teeth in anger. With strength in his legs, he jumped up and stood on the hillside with some height next to him.

He took a deep breath, stood tall, and shouted at these rising and falling voices:

"It's not that Lord Baishen is angry! It's me who set the fire! You guys are sober!"

"Don't entrust everything to the ritual of worshiping the gods! It's just a backward ceremony! It's useless to put your child into the lava! It's useless!"

"It's not the fire from the sky! It's the fire I set! The ritual of worshiping the gods is useless! How can you be cruel enough to throw a child into the lava!!"

His shouting was angry and sad, but it was useless. The fire was so big that his voice didn't get far, and no one wanted to believe him.

He clarified it all hoarsely, as if to tear his throat.

The flames rose, and thick black smoke got into his throat.

"All of this, all of it was put by me. Cough, cough, cough, cough!!"

He coughed violently suddenly, and his small face was already flushed red by the flames.

He covered his mouth, opened his eyes full of water, looked directly at the raging fire below, and saw innocent people fleeing in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Some of these ethnic groups were burned to death in their sleep, some seemed to have lost all strength and cried to their burnt-down houses, some fell into the smoke and no movement, and some were killed The dark fog at night inspired the curse, from a living person to a puddle of mud...

Men, women, old people, children... They were running in the fire of death, crying and shouting, their relatives fell one by one, and everything in front of them was like hell.

The peaceful and peaceful atmosphere before the succession ceremony was instantly destroyed.

The people who had worked hard all their lives and believed that the future was promising have all turned into fragile lives at this moment.

Fire and death have no difference between the desire for survival and the status, just let them go.

Feng Qiqi looked at the ethnic groups he knew when he was a child, fell down one by one in the flames, looked at the powerful guards who could only flee in embarrassment, his eyes gradually became empty.

At this moment, every cell in him seemed to be roaring, as if burning with fire, his brain was tense to the extreme, and a strong regret eroded his mind.

...it shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!

He just set a fire and created chaos!

No one will be injured, no one will die, the tribe's incomparable elders, they have the ability to suppress this fire!

...why, why is it the flame period of natural disasters...

He was standing on a high hillside, and beside him were the children who couldn't stop coughing. As the soul stones were exhausted and extinguished, some people had already started vomiting blood.

Coco started howling, a pair of dark braids trembling in the back of her head.

She felt that it was she who was responsible for the arson that caused all this, and that she was the sinner who should have been thrown into the lava. Why should the innocent Qian Qian die? Is it because of the so-called tradition and oracle?

Why are adults so indifferent to black and white, do people become like that when they grow up?

She cried and cried, and suddenly began to vomit black mud.

Due to a strong emotional outburst, the curse on her body was detonated prematurely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's all caused by me... It's all caused by me..." She cried and cried, gradually becoming silent, and the disgusting sludge spread from all parts of her body, like breaking ground Miao pierced her skin, and twisted black lines began to spread all over her body.

She looked at her dirty hands, and at the other children who were full of fear for her, turned around, and rushed towards the sea of ​​fire crying.

The flames engulfed her body where the curse was on the verge of erupting, and the cries were gradually annihilated by red.

Feng Qiqi blankly watched her back disappear in the flames, watched her playful claw braid ignited by fire, and saw her slender body burning in pain in the sea of ​​fire.

He watched all this blankly.

He suddenly realized.

...he really.

He did a very, very regretful thing that could make him regret his life for the rest of his life.

He made everything go off track.

He forced his sister to be put on the death row ahead of schedule.

He made the ritual of the gods have to be carried out.

All the actions he desires for a happy ending have made everyone achieve the worst ending.

At this moment, without listening carefully, he knew that all those who fled in the sea of ​​fire were saying in unison

Hurry, hurry up and let the ritual of the gods take place!

As long as the child is thrown away, Lord Baishen's anger will be quelled, and Tianhuo will be withdrawn.

...

they said.

Skyfire is punishing them.

Hurry up and drop Sissi.

...

The hot air poured into Feng Qiqi's trachea, and it was difficult for him to even breathe.

Hearing the screams of the ethnic group that came from all directions, he suddenly understood that the gods who could not save them were not gods at all.

Even if he is crowned with the title of god, even if he is recognized by the ethnic group, but he cannot protect them, and even Bai Shen, who has never really appeared, is not a **** at all.

...and thereafter.

He will no longer believe in anyone who claims to be a god.

At this moment, his eyes gradually changed from anger, blankness, and sadness.

"Feng Qiqi, where are we going now?" a girl asked, her whole body trembling with fear.

Feng Qiqi turned his head and looked at a dumb boy.

This boy didn't talk much all the time, and he usually laughed. He was much bigger and a little older than the others. He was very sturdy, like a muscular man.

A worn-out axe was leaning beside him, and he counted the pebbles in his hand like a treasure.

"Changsheng." Feng Qiqi called out the sturdy boy's name: "Can I ask you... use your abilities to protect them and send them out?"

"Oh."

The sturdy boy named Changsheng responded dumbly, looking a little dumb.

"What about you? Qiqi, won't you run away with us?" a short-headed child said anxiously.

The situation is now beyond their control, and all they can do is try to escape. As for saving people...they couldn't do it anymore, the fog was so thick that they couldn't even see the road.

They have gone from innocents to sinners.

Whether they meant it or not, they did cause this disaster.

Forget about atonement or judgment in the future, they have to live first.

"I..." Feng Qiqi said softly, "I won't leave."

"Don't go? Then why are you staying here?" The short-headed child took his hand: "Let's go together! Your parents will be fine! Your father is the next heir of the patriarch, you are gone, elders I won't come to forcibly arrest you!"

Feng Qiqi was silent for a moment.

Hot air poured down his trachea, scalding his chest.

He was almost out of breath.

When he spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"...What about Sissy? What should she do?"

...

The children shut their mouths.

Today, the only thing that can calm people's anger and sadness is the ritual of the gods.

Whether it works or not, it has to be done now.

It was this fire that heightened its necessity and brought it to the fore.

They caused this result.

The elders couldn't catch Feng Qiqi, who was hiding in the fire, so they could only find Qian Qian, who was still living in the stone castle, because both of them were the most talented people in the clan, and one of them had to be invested. magma.

It is estimated that at this time, Qian Qian has been taken away by the elders. After all, the elders have never appeared in the fire.

They should have gone to the lava mouth of the back mountain.

Feng Qiqi turned around.

There was no smile on his face. The moment he saw the disaster, he no longer had the state of shouting "I am the Dark Demon King".

He did bring people, what he called "judgment in hell", but along with his sister.

To him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was darker than darkness, more painful than pain, more terrifying than death.

Holding the black knife in his hand, he walked towards the back mountain.

"Qiqi! Where are you going!" a child shouted.

"I'm going to replace Sissi and quell people's anger," he said.

He used to be the person who hated the rites of worship the most.

But in the face of disaster, he was the most powerless.

He is the saddest.

He turned away from the crying children and walked into the fire alone.

The dark energy danced with him, the flames avoided his steps, and everything was cut open by the black knife in his hand.

The Destroyer waved his blade.

All is open for his way.