Great Thousand Robbers

Still gray darkness, still lonely land.

It is still surrounded by black mist, evil is rampant, it is still life and death, and the oil is exhausted.

There is no change of terrain, no change of weather, and no trace of the passage of time. Gu Que doesn't know how long he has been here.

Maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years.

He only knows that he is on the verge of life and death at any time, and he only knows that he can let go of everything, but he must never let go of the knife in his hand.

Because he only had this knife, a stone knife full of potholes and cracks.

Although this knife is still the same as before, although it is still simple and unadorned, there is an earth-shattering terrifying aura emanating from it all the time, and it is enough to shatter the universe without being urged.

He also forgot the original appearance of this knife. He thought that this knife seemed to be what it is now, symbolizing destruction and death.

You don't have to feel its breath, as long as you see it, you can directly think of such words.

It doesn't seem to belong to the world.

The black mist surged behind him, and a huge skeleton hand with a width of tens of thousands of miles suddenly protruded, carrying infinite evil power and quickly grabbed Gu Que.

Gu Que didn't even look back, and swung the stone knife back with his right hand. There was no blade light, no brilliance, only ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.

But tens of thousands of miles behind him, the land suddenly collapsed and turned into dust, the space was filled with angry water, cracked like a mirror, and everything was being destroyed, including the giant skeleton hand.

He wasn't surprised, let alone excited. The world seemed to be like this, and he was supposed to be this strong.

He couldn't remember how many monsters he had killed, but at least he knew that the one that died just now was too weak to be worth his effort.

Looking down, his body was still standing firmly, with dry skin and flesh wrapped in black demon bones, but more demon bones were exposed.

His own bones are black, dark and deep, he doesn't find it strange, it seems that everything should be like this.

He had already forgotten who he was, even that he was a human being.

Endless danger, eternal killing, endless loneliness, the evil spirit has been eroding him, and he doesn't know what happened to him or what he forgot.

He only knows that he is not afraid anymore, no matter how powerful an existence is coming to kill him, he is not afraid anymore.

For countless years, his mind has been full of that sentence: "Live! You will definitely be able to live!"

Subconsciously, he no longer doubted that he would not be able to survive. No matter how powerful an existence or how terrifying a creature was, he could not kill him.

It's just that it doesn't make him happy.

Because he seems to have forgotten why he wants to live.

What is the difference between living and dying?To live is an endless battle, and to die is a long sleep without waking up.

In this case, he actually thought many times that there is nothing wrong with dying.

But he survived after all, perhaps because of those few words.

That was the only memory in his mind.

He raised the knife, his posture was extremely swift, natural, without any embellishment.

The only thing he has done these years is to hold the knife, and the knife is still like its soul.

He wrote on the ground very slowly, even much slower than ordinary people.

He felt that writing was more difficult than killing people, infinitely more difficult.

It was extremely difficult to draw a stroke, he was not in a hurry, he was very patient, and because there was no use in being in a hurry, there was nowhere to go after finishing the job.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally finished writing these large characters. The characters were distorted and weird, but he could vaguely recognize them as: "Bingluo, Suxue, Meijun, Qingling, Han Qiu, Maggie, Kaluo Lin, Yeli."

He stood in place, looking at these words, his heart suddenly felt a little warmer.

He has forgotten everything for so many years, but he has not forgotten to write. He will write after every battle, which has almost become his instinct.

What do these words represent?Why does it have this kind of magical power, and it can still give me such warmth after my body is completely exhausted in this dark and evil land?

He didn't know it at all, he only knew that it was such a warmth that supported him to live.

When he looked at these words, his mind was empty, and even his body lost strength, because these words not only took away his body, but also took away his soul.

But there is no expression on his face, he has long forgotten all the emotions and expressions such as anger, despair, crying, pain, excitement, and smile.

His face was already rotten, one side was covered with dark wrinkled skin attached to the bone, and the other side was simply bone.

He had only one eye left, and that eye was black, maybe it wasn't really an eye anymore, just a black object under a dry eyelid.

But he didn't know why he could still see things, this familiar darkness.

But where should I go after writing?

He didn't know, but he was leaving after all.

He has been walking all the time, this is already his habit, there is no reason.

He doesn't know where he's going, who he is, can't remember anything, doesn't have any feelings.

He couldn't even speak, and couldn't use his vitality to convey his figure.

Yes, he has nothing else to do but to move, to protect his own life.

Is he still human?Is it still life?

No, there is no life to live here, he is the body, the killing machine of action.

"Roar!"

The earth trembled suddenly, a loud bang shook the world, black mist surged in the distance, and a huge figure suddenly appeared.It was a mysterious creature with a height of tens of thousands of miles, like a ball full of tentacles, and each tentacle was covered with hideous eyes.

They stared at him firmly, and swept towards them with indescribable power.

With this sweep, the whole world seemed to be shattered, the endless space was annihilated directly, the whole earth collapsed, and the terrifying power shredded everything.

Gu Que lowered his head, he found himself hanging in the air.

The ground under his feet was crushed mercilessly by the force, but he was alive.

He no longer knows what the so-called vitality is, and he can't even remember the word vitality, but he knows that he can hang in the air, and knows that although such a force is terrifying, it cannot hurt himself.

Why do I feel that I should be so powerful from the bottom of my heart?

Who knows, it seems like it should be.

Slowly lift the stone knife and wave it forward lightly, still there is no brilliance, there is no so-called light of the knife, everything seems to be empty.

But the mysterious creature with a height of thousands of miles suddenly screamed, its huge body was torn apart, and then turned into powder.

Too weak, these things are really too weak, he doesn't understand why they want to attack him, is there any grudge?

As he continued to walk forward, there would always be creatures coming to kill him, and there were dangers everywhere. He only needed to raise his knife to kill everything.

He knows that there are not many creatures here that can threaten him. He has long been fearless, and he doesn't know what fear is.

But he stopped.

His only remaining eye suddenly revealed a terrifying black light, directly piercing through the space.

The stone knife was clenched tightly in his withered right hand, and his whole body suddenly gave off an extremely terrifying aura.

He has no vitality, and he doesn't know why he has such a temperament.

As if standing here, I am the greatest existence in the world, the most terrifying killing tool.

The reason why he stopped was because he felt a crisis, an unprecedented crisis, and what he encountered this time must be a great existence.

The ground in front of it was cracking and collapsing. Occasionally, a tentacle protruded from the depths of the ground, a million miles long.

How long is a million miles?he does not know.

What is this mysterious creature?How big is it?He doesn't know either.

He was just carrying a knife.

He knew that with the knife, he could live.

He must live, not only because he has such a deep-rooted idea in his mind, but more importantly, he must know what those words represent.

Why it can give itself an indescribable emotion.

Yes, Gu Que is indescribable, he no longer knows that this kind of emotion is called moving.

Holding the knife, he strode forward.

With every step taken, the earth is crumbling for hundreds of millions of miles, and the void is being annihilated for hundreds of millions of miles.

Moving forward step by step, in the end his aura almost made the whole world tremble.

A loud noise spread across the entire central star field, and the God King Xing Hongmeng Haotian Tower suddenly trembled, and the entire tower body exuded bright brilliance, and the aura of primordial spirit went towards the sky, as if it was about to face the heaven.

"what happened!"

Aden roared, the void shattered, and all the strong men appeared.

An evil aura shocked the sky. At this moment, the entire Great Thousand Universe could feel an indescribably terrifying aura born from the direction of the King of Gods.

All the powerhouses in the five star regions all looked towards Shenwangxing, while Aden looked at the Shura Tower in the distance, his eyes were full of doubts.

He felt that this evil aura came from there.

"It's such a terrifying evil spirit! Could it be that there is a world-shattering demon king on the planet of Shenwang?"

Xuanyuan Kuo murmured, but Bing Luo's eyes were extremely deep, and he said calmly: "This coercion probably surpasses the heavens and the sky, and it has spread to the entire universe."

"Sister, we have already decided."

Hearing this, Bing Luo turned her head back, her eyes softened a bit, she looked at Mei Jun and said, "You guys have just broken into the realm of immortality not long ago, don't you want to settle down a bit?"

Xuanyuan Qingling said with a smile: "Sister, we can really settle down when we go out to travel and learn. Besides, the universe is so big, we should go and have fun."

Bingluo nodded, and said: "With Yeli here, I don't worry, you five must pay attention to safety."

Maggie said: "Don't worry, the town's coffin will protect us."

"Go..."

Bing Luo watched the five people go away, and the League of Spears seemed to be quite empty again.

After more than 200 years, the League of Gods has become famous, Xuanyuan Kuo has also shocked the world, and he has improved a lot, reaching an unprecedented level.

Everything is fine except one person is missing.

Bing Luo closed her eyes, her mind was full of that familiar face that made her heart ache.