As the spider boy said these words, in my mind, suddenly appeared the scene I saw.

Perhaps the power passed on to me by the undead king, since I got those forces, my brain depth also has a lot of memories, but most of the memories are trapped, only it can not come out of their own, with my strength, still can not open their body shackles.

Most of these memories are related to the things of the old days, including the identity of the old king.

The ancient gods.

The name, the word, which I have never seen in the memory of the immortal king, perhaps because it has not yet come, because I have not yet come to any contact with any information about this creature.

But now...the time seems to be here.

When the spider boy said those words, my brain seemed to be stimulated, there were bursts of tearing pain, and it was like an external force shaking my head, and that feeling of spinning only made me want to vomit.

I soon discovered that this feeling of being shaken was not an illusion, it was my body that was convulsing uncontrollably.

The whole person was crazy like an emerald, already unconsciously falling to the ground, humming in pain, frantically twitching and shaking.

The sight looked... as if an invisible person were tugging at my body... constantly shaking...even the soul was about to be rocked by him.

My painful howl is no longer a human voice, in the animals can not find my voice similar, sharp tone is like a cone, straight to the ear, I will feel uncomfortable listening.

“Old Shen, what happened to you?”

Seven treasures rushed to panic around, but the spider boy was pulling him, and the expression seemed to be a little panicked: "Don't touch him! Those ancient atmospheres are moving in his body!

Hearing this, the faces of the people present were even more nervous.

“Do you know what happened to him?” he asked.

“You can’t die... just the old gas is moving... as if it’s in the parts of his brain...” The spider boy looked at me and tested and analyzed: “It doesn’t seem like any danger... He should just feel the pain... There is not much anomaly in the flesh...”

To get this answer of the spider boy, the seven treasures seem to be more at ease, but the expression on everyone's face is still very nervous, including the spider boy, because he only roughly analyzed it, and it is not clear what happened to it.

The only person who knows the answer is myself.

Those ancient atmospheres did gather in my head, but they didn’t mean to hurt me, they just wanted to open up some dusty memories.

Those trapped memories are like tender meat under scars, and if you want to see it, you must endure the pain and tear open the scabs.

This phenomenon that made the bystanders look at them and were afraid, lasted for about two minutes, and the pain began to slowly subside, and my body was no longer convulsed, only a sense of impelling powerlessness.

Just like the strength of the whole body has been pulled away, the soft paralytic can only lie on the ground, can not do other actions.

Of course, I am not in the mood to get up now, because in the memory of the immortal king passed down to me, I found many facts that made me difficult to accept.

“Old man, old man, do you feel better now?”The seven treasures asked a question.

I looked at the ceiling and answered the wrong question: “The end is coming...we are on the road to destruction...”

“What do you say?”The spider boy frowned and looked at me without turning his eyes: “Do you know what?”

“I don’t know what...I saw...”

When I said this, the voice could not help trembling, and the atmosphere of fear and despair was slowly pervading here with my voice.

“In the old days, before the kings of those old days, the world was dominated by the ancients...” I said, and the picture I had seen before I kept appearing in my mind.

“The ancients hated killing, war, and death, so at that time the world was as peaceful as the Holy Land, and even the most ordinary animals lived to be hundreds of years old, which was the gift of the ancients...”

“But on a day without warning . . . the kings of the old days came . . . and their leaders . . . the father of all the old kings . . . the ancestors of all the old creatures...” I tremblingly said, “It was he who started the war, almost annihilating eighty percent of the ancients, and only the remaining two-and-a-days of the ancients could lurk underground...”

Hearing me say this, everyone present was surprised, because before that I had talked to them about old creatures, especially the ancients, and I believe they were all very aware of how powerful they were.

Almost every ancient man had the power of the kings of the old days, which was not a joke.

If they were not so strong, they would have to let the bastards of the black robe king be killed in the eight lifetimes.

But it is on this basis that the ancients still lost, and still let the ancient gods only do their part to defeat...

The whole ancient people's ethnic group, by the ancient gods killed 80%, of course, it also failed to retreat, in the war with the ancient people, it also suffered a lot of damage, so that after the end of this hard battle, can only withdraw from the world, back to the palace in the deep sea of stars.

The world ... to be precise, it is the earth, it seems to be an living object, it behaves very repellent to these alien creatures, and it will, with a repulsion attitude, suppressing the power of those old creatures as much as possible, and even hard to expel them from this world.

The more powerful the force, the greater the exclusion.

The first-class old creature of the black-robed king and the sand-body is, in a way, already the limit acceptable to the earth, like the ancient gods.

To be honest, I think the earth should not be able to completely resist it, if the ancient gods want to be hard, then the earth can only passively accept it.

I think there is only one reason why the ancient gods can leave the earth.

Injured.

If you divide by generation, those ancients who fight against the ancient gods are the first generation of ancients, and the ancients led by the immortal king are the second generation.

The difference between them is not only the generation, but also the power.

From the memory passed on to me by the never-dead king, the first generation of ancient people, any one is better than the immortal king, so when the old creatures came, the ancient gods could only shoot their own, and did not dare to let the black robe king and wait for the children to rush in front.

If it does not want to break the son, it can only do so, but the consequences of doing so are four words, two losses...

Of course, its results are still very brilliant, and it can get rid of 80% of the ancients by one's own efforts, which let me see, it is simply dare not think.

The first generation of ancients is stronger than the immortal king, and any one who stands up can kill the black robe king.

"It's too far away."

I talked to people about it and couldn’t help but feel sad.

"The ancient gods are very strong, if not the remaining 20% of the ancients run fast, it is estimated that they will have to be in the hands of the ancient gods, but the world is still very friendly to the ancients, can help them recover their wounds quickly, but they can not help the ancient gods to recover the wounds, so it can only go."

“Going away?”The spider boy asked, did not seem to know what I was talking about in this history, a look of curiosity: "Where has it gone?"“Back to the Deep Star?”

“Yes.”

I nodded, thinking of the scenes I had seen before, and I couldn’t help but be creepy.

“In the deepest part of the universe, there is a place where the extreme chaos is forgotten by time, where the palaces of the ancient gods are built.”

“How does that sound so exaggerated... that thing is really an alien...” Seven Treasure muttered, “Do you see what it looks like?”

I suddenly saw a fear of incredulity in my eyes, but this time I still controlled my emotions, nodded silently and said.

“I have seen it.”