On our way up the mountain, you can see the sacrifices that have been dissolved and corroded.

Although they have become unrecognizable, even their faces have turned into mud, but we can be sure of the smell they emit... that is, they are right.

“The mountains are all these things... God knows how many people died in the self-esteem...”

I walked in front of me to lead the way, and I kept receiving feedback from those liquids, and my brows were getting tighter and tighter.

Whether the teacher is beyond the physical birth, regardless of the nature of his heart... This style of doing things that should be out of the door... Indeed, it is not something that we can have after the world.

He is not for the purpose of using ordinary people as a tool, I can be sure that although I do not have much to deal with him, but I can feel the same profound feeling that he is proud of his high...

Perhaps in his eyes, he really does not belong to the afterlife, but has become like those old creatures, who can stand on many lives, and we who are not ants to him.

In his view, it is our glory that he can be used as a sacrifice to summon the gods of the old days, and it is not his cruelty.

“His mother’s...”

This harsh role of killing ghosts can't help but scold when they see more and more eroded sacrifices.

“The King is tough!He doesn’t feel bad about killing so many people.”

“Don’t think.”I helped the teacher to give an answer, and the expression on his face was very helpless: "Perhaps in his eyes, this is the glory of the world after us, and it may be possible to give up your life for the advent of those ancient gods... This is absolutely the supreme glory in the eyes of the self-esteem."

“The supreme glory?”The old man sneered, "It seems that the teacher does not really look at himself as a person."

“When people are the monsters dashing...” I said bitterly, “not to mention, the path of self-cultivation is different from ours, but the height he can reach is not to say that he is higher than those of our grandparents.”

This fact is cruel, and it is the last thing we pedestrians want to face.

If it is just a simple evil door, the problem is that the things that the teacher believes in is not the god we humans should follow.

Whether it is the two Buddhas, or other Fa-schools, and even those evil spirits...

The gods who worship these veins are a way to provide strength to the disciples and grandchildren, and most importantly, of course, the doctrine they have preached.

Whether it is to lead people to good, or to persuade people to be merciful, or to use the lies weaving of those false teachings, to lead people to the way of evil spirits, this kind of kind is related to the world, and then the world was born...

Regardless of the good or bad of the doctrine, in this, man is definitely the point.

But what about in the eyes of the old gods?

The people of the Hereafter do not exist at all, and it is not worth mentioning, as far as I have learned, there is no doctrine in the old religion, and the gods of the old days have not come down any decree.

The believers in the old religion just wanted to gain strength and eternal life by following these ancient gods, and they got nothing else.

Of course, it is undeniable that some believers' ideas have been sublimated, because in contact with the old creatures, their views of the world after them are constantly changing.

But this transformation is definitely not what the world should have come to be, it has been divorced from the fundamentals of mankind...To put it plainly, it is more anti-human than ordinary cults!

“If we can win, we can stop the star door from opening...” I gritted my teeth and had an invecible hatred on my face: “The old man had to pick up the sane master’s skin!”

“Right to be right!”The killer nodded, a face of eagerness to try: "This old immortal inferior, it should be cramped and peeled, chopped into meat filling to fill the septic tank I feel unscrupulous!"

“Fucker than a traitor...” the old man scolded.

It was then that I was surprised to find that the liquids that had been dispersed by me had stalled, that there seemed to be nothing to corrodant, and that they were all frozen in place, waiting for my next instructions.

It was also from this time that the fog in the mountains gradually faded.

It is not that the color fades, nor that the concentration decreases on its own, but that these mists are moving, as if they were sucked away by something and moved to the top of the mountain without delaying.

At first, I also felt that these fogs moved slowly, at least it seemed to be so, but I unexpectedly found that the fog around me was always differing, which only shows that the speed of the fog removal is much faster than our travel speed, but it cannot be seen by the naked eye.

The liquids that I had scattered were gradually beginning to shrink back at this moment, and although the loss of them had no effect on me, the body clams could replenish me.

What is called non-born?

Every repair of the body is a lesson in these four words.

But even so, I do not want to casually put their own flesh and blood into the liquid outside, this think I feel pain, at least is my own flesh and blood ah... turns into water is not my flesh and blood!

Just as I carefully recovered those liquids, people also talked about it, constantly looking around, and they all showed more relaxed about the changes that occurred at this time, and it seemed that the appearance of the fog not only made me nervous, but also made everyone nervous with me, including the ancestors.

"The visibility has become a lot higher ah..." The old man took the flashlight and excitedly observed the changes around him: "At first, I could only see five meters, and now the scenery outside 20 meters can be seen clearly, it is estimated that it will be scattered in a moment?"

“Not sure.”The Changlong elephant smiled, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the expression was obviously relaxed a lot: "But I felt better than just now, walking in that thick fog, my heart is raised, I can't put it down..."

As they talked, I also took the time to look up at the sky.

The mist in the woods had not dissipated, but the thick fog in the sky had almost dispersed, and the only mist left could not stop my sight.

The galaxy that made me feel blinded before is no longer visible at this moment.

I don't think it's as simple as moving, because the stars in other places are still hanging high in the sky, they are still in their original position, no one has moved, only the Milky Way, it is the disappearance of directness.

But what has to be said is... the galaxy is gone, and something else is in the sky.

There is a huge white star, there is a huge black shadow, like a dog feeding on the moon, the black shadow is moving slowly, it seems to want to swallow the whole star into the abdomen...

If my feelings are not wrong... this planet is being swallowed by darkness...it must be the black star of the Black King in the Blackrobe...

At the same time, not far from it, there were several stars I had never seen before.

The size is similar to its size, the colors are different, there are deep red, there are gray... In short, the stars give me a very unknown feeling.

Just like the disaster star we saw under the mountain not long ago, that extreme sense of oppression straddles the deep star and directly passed it to our world.

“Time is running out.”

I bowed my head and stopped looking at the strange stars, and the tone became tense, and the pace gradually accelerated, and my heart mentioned the voice of my voice.

Hearing my words, the ancestors also looked up, and quickly lowered their heads, followed by me.

“Time is not much.”

The old man said, and the tone seemed a little urgent.

“The stars are about to return to their places... when they return to their original positions... the gates of the stars will be opened!”

At this time, I could not control the tension, like crazy, directly pulled up and ran, others did not dare to hesitate, rushed to follow up, ran out of breath.

The star gate is not far away... on the top of the mountain... as long as we finish this... get rid of the Master of Self...

Before I could think about it, a buzzing sound came from my grandfather.

When I looked back, the old man was looking at the watch in his hand, and the expression on his face was very nervous.

“Time... time is changing!”