He and It

They were countless tangled and scurrying limbs - legs and feet that were trampled and trampled in different ways, numerous arms that were waving and flapping, a spine that grew wildly like willows, and intestines that were coiled and flowing like a group of snakes. Seen from a distance, He flickers like a terrifying chaotic flame. Seen from a close distance...

No, no one can see it from close range. Anyone who sees these "gods" for the first time will fall into great confusion and fear, and will never be able to regain their intact mind.

He is restraining the body that has grown wildly for more than six thousand years, and is trying to restore it to its former human form.

He did not hesitate to cut off those limb bones that exploded in large numbers, and the muscles that gushed out like waterfalls. I don't know how long it took, but when He finished pruning it, and finally only one head, one neck, one torso and four limbs were left, huge mountains of meat were already piled up on the endless plain.

Yan Huan stood up awkwardly, staggering, stepping on the sea of ​​blood that submerged his "foot", and limped for a long time before suddenly remembering that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Slowly raising the fingers with entangled tentacles, he touched his face unfamiliarly, and the handsome god skin of the past once again flowed and intertwined with the surface of his terrifying real body.

He is back.

After thousands of years of absence, he finally stood on the earth in this posture and appearance.

When my dream went awry, it was no accident.

The nine eyes twisted strangely, and Yan Huan had no scruples, walking naked in the swamp of flesh and blood. I want to find out the reason. No matter what, I must find out...

The more he walked, the more skillful and smooth his steps became. By the time he could walk like a normal person, the army of ghost beasts that covered the sky and the sun had landed in front of him.

Yan Huan didn't like or dislike these derivatives that fell from his body. He just ignored them habitually. For thousands of years, except for things related to Liu Fuguang, his eyes could not tolerate anything superfluous.

It was just that the army of ghost beasts suddenly separated neatly from the middle. Looking at the oncoming ghost Kui with a mutilated body, Yan Huan's eyes were like dead steel, and he suddenly became frighteningly focused.

He stretched out his hands and carefully picked up the scroll that was deeply embedded in Gui Kui's body.

Chapter 185 Ask Here (13)

As soon as the scroll was separated from the body, Gui Kui could no longer hold on, and scattered into steaming free tentacles all over the ground, like black boiling oil, flowing calmly to the surface and blending with the sticky sea of ​​blood. One body.

Yan Huan stared blankly at the painting in his hand. It was just made of the most ordinary silk. For a monk, it was so simple that it was almost rough. The shaft head was made of white jade and the tether was made of red thread. Even after thousands of years, After spending time, it still exudes a familiar spiritual energy fluctuation.

…Follow the light.

He slowly lifted the scroll and put his face to it bit by bit, like a hot knife cutting through oil. The knot on the scroll pressed through the false skin without any hindrance, and pressed deeply against his real body. superior.

Help the light.

"...Why are you here?" Dragon God murmured vaguely, and he laughed. There was so much madness and joy in his smile, as if he was about to ignite himself, "I have been looking for you for so long. , so long, countless years... Why are you here?"

He stood there, laughing like this for a while, and murmuring to the picture for a long time. Every word that came out of his mouth was as clinging and unstoppable as sticky tentacles and thick mire. Interpretation, no one can hear the specific meaning. Onlookers can only draw one conclusion, that is, he has already gone crazy.

The powerful demon cultivators from outside the territory came one after another at this moment, and they all gathered on the periphery of the army of ghost beasts, but they did not dare to enter.

After following Yan Huan for many years, they have a set of methods they have summarized. As long as you don't make any noise or act rashly, don't interfere with the ghost beast army, and just follow behind like a transparent person, your personal safety is basically not in danger. Most of the demon cultivators who died tragically on the Dragon Patrol Day were all because they looked directly at the ghost dragon's true form. In an instant, their minds were annihilated, their consciousness was shattered, and they were immediately devoured by the ghost beast.

But today is different from the past. Instead of returning to Yugu and continuing to sleep after the Dragon Patrol Day, the Ghost Dragon Supreme fell to the lower realm for the first time and became an unprecedented human body...

With the keen sense of smell of cultivators, the demonic cultivators instinctively felt that something big was about to happen, and a huge opportunity was also contained in the Supreme's extraordinary actions.

But what kind of opportunity is that? No one knows, and no one dares to speculate.

I don't know how much time passed, but Yan Huan finally moved.

He put on a dark cassock, hugged the scroll tightly in his arms, set up a weird and ominous cloud like mycelium, and flew towards the outside world. The vast water and thousands of strange ghosts and beasts follow behind the Dragon God like a tail that submerges the world. Some powerful demon cultivators couldn't help but muster up the courage to risk their lives to take a peek at the Dragon God's body.

——They were all surprised to find that after transforming into a human form, the most evil ghost dragon turned out to be as handsome as they had ever seen before, as if the incarnation of "temptation" had fallen to the human world.

The demonic cultivators did not dare to say a word. They looked at each other cautiously. In the past, their comrades, who used to fight against each other and were accustomed to skinning and sucking each other's bones, gave up the fun of fighting with each other. They followed the ghost beast together and left this small world.

The Dragon God passed through the numerous ups and downs of the celestial bodies, passed through the black light emitted by the mysterious sun, and countless stardust and dust were smashed into pieces at the corners of his robe. He was always immersed in his own world, alone and confused.

It wasn't until he returned to the world that had the deepest connection with him that Yan Huan stopped his forward momentum, then turned around and fell vertically into the sunrise valley. Looking at the vast empty crack, he thought dully for a moment and murmured: "My Dragon Palace...should be at this location."

"Reality" changed following his words and gaze, the space was distorted, and time passed for only a moment. A magnificent Dragon Palace that was no different from the past had already stood in the depths of Yugu.

After reshaping the old nest, the expression on Yan Huan's face was still dull. He landed in front of the Dragon Palace indifferently. The familiar scenery around him could not change his face in the slightest. He could only walk to the Ten Thousand Levels of Heaven. As he climbed up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a trance in his heart.

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