Mysterious world, I was handed over by my daughter to Zhen Mosi

"How long have I been in a coma?" Wu Mi's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the male master in front of him.

Under the separation of mind and soul, his face has been revealed, and the four members of this family can clearly see his original appearance.

For Wu Mi, this is taboo.

Anyone who sees the true face will die.

A dark light appeared on the fingertips, and when the words were spoken, it seemed that they were about to erase the life of the male master.

"Brother, you are really lucky. You are still safe and sound after being struck by lightning. You must be a powerful practitioner, right?" the host said, and handed over the bowl of water again.

Immediately, he signaled with his eyes, asking his wife to quickly bring the surplus grain.

"Uncle, you slept for a total of fourteen days and seven hours, I always remember to pinch." The little girl next to me blinked and said.

She was a little younger than her brother, and her disheveled hair was uncombed, but it still couldn't cover up her fair, childish face carved like ceramics.

Seeing this, Wu Mi hesitated a little, the black light on his fingertips gradually faded away, and he took the bowl of water.

In the sight of the hostess, the husband was running in panic, carrying a bag of rice on his shoulder.

The Wuyou Ghost Martial God in his cognition is so lonely and cold, how can he have such a posture.

The voice was conveyed, but the hostess couldn't hear it clearly.

"Dongzhou, no misery."

The little boy is full of ambition, it seems that in his eyes, the chess in his hand is extremely powerful.

The hostess came over hurriedly, and after scolding for a while, she apologized to Wu Mi with a smile: "The two children disturbed you, please don't be offended."

Youyu whirls around the world, with aloofness and murderous intent.

The black cloud hits, with all kinds of deepness.

The sky in Eastern Continent was gloomy and dull, and the evil aura of Western Tian Continent was all under the Eight Desolation.

"I heard that the ancient miracle has come again. There is a ghost pillar at the end of the pass. When I grow up, I will definitely go there, become his people, and practice powerful supernatural powers and secret arts!"

The black cloud made waves, rolled countless pairs of blood-colored eyes, and rushed towards the small village with greed and madness.

Another banner was held in his palm, and beside him were four ghost figures, wriggling slowly and staring at Ji Zu closely.

Half a month after the melee broke out, Dongzhou began to fall completely.

At this moment, the little boy seemed to understand something. Seeing that Wu Mi had stepped into the air, he hurried forward and shouted, "Uncle, where are you going?"

A terrible wind came, and the little boy held the clay figurine tightly in his hand, only to see that the bloody hand in the sky suddenly collapsed.

The miasma lingered around him, destroying the strands of life, and there was a huge seal condensing the sky, which was Ji Zu's last resort.

"Woo... my brother bullied me." The chess piece in front of the little girl was eaten up.

Ji Zu didn't know who had the dark law code and who was fighting the other god.

Changhong thousands of miles, and left in an instant.

The obsession in his heart surpassed everything else.

The hostess looks worried and looks away from her.

Countless pairs of blood-colored eyes stared at him, and let out sharp and piercing laughter.

Unlike back then, Ji Zu only made a small move, but he was already defeated and did not want to fall into a fierce battle.

As soon as he turned his head, it was Wu Mi's pale white mask, with a gloomy and cold aura.

The two children played chess around the table, and Wu Mi noticed that the chess pieces they used were all clay figurines with branded words on the back.

Wherever it touched, it smashed the black cloud randomly, until the countless pairs of blood-colored eyes revealed in it showed fear on the spot.

This battle lasted for many days.

With this blow, Ji Zu had already foreseen death.

She stood at the door, looking into the distance, as if eagerly hoping to see her husband in her sight.

Suddenly, Wuyou's silent eyes suddenly opened.

"But the situation doesn't seem very optimistic, and we don't know what happened."

It can be seen that he is very afraid of the great devil who has displaced many cities.

"A few days ago, the human priests issued an urgent order telling us not to go out, and then many powerful evil spirits appeared."

Seeing her father fall to the ground with bleeding knees, the little girl burst into tears.

"Of course, he's a symbol of strength!" the little boy giggled, killing all directions in front of his sister, eating a lot of cards.

"Where did your belief come from? You are so ignorant that I am disappointed." The God of Plague shook his head.

"Son, when you grow up, I will accept you as a disciple, if... I am still alive."

He roared loudly, the sense of fear finally made tears roll down, his petite figure kept trembling, but he still stood in front of his sister, never taking half a step back.

But he had already reached his limit, and he couldn't hurt the God of Plague at all, so he was even more powerless to fight back now.

The evil spirit was overwhelming, and a pair of wings covering the sky could be seen, blooming with fiery red flame luster, appearing on the top of the black clouds.

Until suddenly, there was a chill, which made the hideous face of the commoner on his body squirm, appearing stiff and frozen.

"Is Dongzhou... okay now?" Wu Mi asked intentionally or unintentionally, sipping the well water.

But he knew in his heart that if the plague god went, those who fought against him would surely die.

Two days ago, the God of Plague was about to leave, and it seemed that he had received the news that he had found the so-called Dark Codex.

In addition, the 72 charms of Izanagi began to encircle and suppress the ancient city, intending to complete the ban on the existing forces of the Jinwu tribe.

Yuanyuan gradually showed signs of drying up, and the bright Golden Crow behind him was also dimming.

The little boy turned his head, held up a chess piece, and replied with a smile: "This is the way we play at Daguankou, and there are many people playing it now."

He didn't want Yunhai to be disappointed again, and he didn't want Yunhai's death to be worthless.

After speaking, the little boy burst into tears too.

Wu Mi turned his head and smiled slightly.

He finally raised his index finger, opened and closed with gray miasma, and flicked towards Ji Zu with the power to crush the space.

Impressively, 62 ghosts and gods in the world!
The chess pieces are of different colors, and it seems that within the rules of two children, there are also levels.

He looked up and looked out the window into the distance.

The little boy stood where he was, staring blankly at Wu Mi's back, still holding in his hand the clay figurine of ghosts and gods that he considered the strongest.

"There are several other golden ones on our chessboard. If my sister can't draw the same golden one, she will lose."

boom!
The huge force attacked, broke his neck on the spot, and shattered his vitality.

"Mother is biased! Mother is bad!"

If it was before, Ji Zu would definitely let him go.

"Beast, stay away from my child!" Another scream resounded, and the shovel danced wildly.

There are lines and imprints, shining like breathing, but getting dimmer.

The two children rushed up, and the mistress picked up the shovel at the door in a panic.

In the ultimate pestilence domain, Ji Zu was sitting cross-legged, his hair was disheveled, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his arms were exposed from his tattered robe.

He had demon horns on his head, and was wearing a bright red wind robe. The strong demonic waves were collapsing layer by layer.

It's just that the resistance is extremely strong and assistance is needed.

Covered in haze, the past is gone.

But now, Yunhai's two lovers were wiped out by the God of Plague, and all the Golden Crow priests in the tribe are fighting.

In just a split second, the domain of the God of Plague was cut open, and even cut down head-on, crushing the corpses until the bodies of the four evil spirits were separated in two halves!
This sudden change caused some confusion in the God of Plague's aura.

His hands were trembling, but he still lifted them up, holding a sweat-wet clay figurine and pointing to the air.

He looked up a little, but saw nothing.

Wu Mi didn't turn around, and turned into a black sword with a flick of his sleeve, piercing the sky and leaving.

As Wu Mi walked, the aura of the supreme ghost and god spread in an all-round way.

A pair of bloody hands suddenly stuck out, ruthlessly dunking downward.

"You have changed a lot from back then." The God of Plague whispered softly, and his hoarse voice fell into Ji Zu's ears.

The little boy immediately shut up, sobbing continuously, his eyes watering.

The roaring sound resounded, and the fluctuation of the technique shone in the sky.

If 30 units in the territory will see this picture, they will be surprised.

Ji Zu gritted his teeth, and urged the remaining source in his body again.

The rice bag was not caught by the little boy and fell all over the ground.

……

boom!
The seal on his fingertips collapsed, the black dragon vanished, and Ji Zu spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest and robe were torn, and his skin turned into pitch black.

This seven-day battle is a real battle of life and death.

But soon, he covered his mouth with a terrified expression.

"This is my people."

"Stupid boy..." The host closed his eyes in despair.

"I said, I'm going to kill you." Ji Zu's fingertips were wrapped around a magic formula.

"This kid is just a child with no scruples. He doesn't have such a bad heart. We belong to the people of Dongzhou and believe in human sacrifices. If he dares to learn some crooked ways, see if I won't break his legs!"

He hunched his back and waved the flag lightly, and the wind and thunder tore it apart, causing the huge seal above Ji Zu's head to flicker suddenly, showing signs of extinguishing.

"Do what I am supposed to do!"

Along with the opening and closing of the barrier to protect the village, there are also words from heaven and earth, resounding throughout the world.

"Brother, you rest first, I'll go to the nearby town to see if there is any food left." The host said, then put on his coir raincoat and went out on foot.

Fear climbed up and went straight to the depths of the soul. When the knees were stiff, tears were already in the eyes.

He laughed miserably, but before he blew himself up, suddenly a sword light poured out, with the edge of a terrifying heresy.

Wu Can couldn't help laughing, and gently rubbed his little head.

Dark clouds descended and enveloped the village.

He smiled and said nothing, and said nothing.

Before he could move at all, he was wiped out by the flying ashes of the sword shadow.

The black cloud disappeared, and the crimson wings broke, revealing a figure with a panicked expression.

A cold shadow of a sword suddenly appeared, and instantly traversed the entire ten-mile range of the sky.

"father!"

The host's voice became hoarse, and he gradually approached the door, and finally staggered and fell to the ground.

Over the ancient city of Yuanyuan, the pestilence domain shrouded, and tens of thousands of golden crow priests fell, and most of them fell.

She stood there at a loss, staring with bloody eyes, and gradually poked around.

The war has already begun.

"Still crying? If you cry again, I will throw you out and let the big devil eat you!" the hostess said angrily.

The little boy held up the clay figurine, stared at the picture, and froze in place.

The God of Plague is walking slowly, wearing a cloth with a ferocious face on it, continuously roaring silently.

……

Hearing this, the male master couldn't help sighing.

"Escape... run away!"

That night, the hostess, who had not been able to wait for her husband to come back for a long time, looked even more anxious.

When she saw her husband's figure, she looked happy.

A space-distorted wave suddenly appeared, turning into an invisible palm, and gently clasping his neck.

He looked at his wife standing at the door in front of him, and shouted, "Run away! Take the children and run away!"

At the moment of waking up, the soul and body began to fuse on their own, and the turmoil in the sea of ​​consciousness will be repaired in a short time.

"Blocking this seat for seven days, you are indeed a bit stronger than the priest queen back then." The God of Plague flicked his sleeves, and a dragon roared and landed in front of Ji Zu.

Soon, time passed, and it was three days in the blink of an eye.

The black abyss appeared, turned into a ferocious giant mouth, swallowed it suddenly, and bit off a gap in the huge formula.

"Leave me alone, run away!" The host threw the rice bag to the little boy.

This battle lasted for seven days.

"The Emperor you rely on may not wake up again." The God of Plague whispered again, destroying Ji Zu's faith with every word.

It can be seen from a distance that more and more Xitianzhou demons are coming here.

Following the blood rain, cold winds blew all over the village, and the howling was slightly cold.

"Wang Qi is here, the evil spirits retreat!"

After the words fell, Wu Cang looked at the clay figurine chess piece in the little boy's hand, and couldn't help being a little silent.

"The general trend of Dongzhou is gone, all the heroes are silent, and they no longer have the same style as before. Obviously they are afraid of being beaten. If you insist on this, you will just lose your life in vain."

"Wuuuuuuuuuu my brother is going to die!" The little girl cried loudly.

There are two sides, good and evil, and one side will always stand out.

"Child, do you like that chess piece in your hand?" Wu Mi asked again.

Against the backdrop of blood and rain, at the door, there was no misfortune and he walked slowly in the air, and a white mask gradually emerged from his cold appearance.

Looking at Wu Mi's appearance, he stepped back even more, and his voice was sharp: "Who are you!"

He fixed his head up and stared at the myriad of black clouds, his huge ferocious blood eyes.

Go across the sky, cut off the red wings in an instant!
boom!
The sky boomed, accompanied by a shrill scream.

"Perhaps, but even if the Emperor is not awake, you can't get your hands on the ancient land of Dongzhou." Ji Zu laughed, as if he had decided to die.

He did not expect that in the eyes of the world, he was a monster with three heads and six arms, a terrifying appearance, and black wings on his back.

He said that someone will eventually make a move.

The God of Plague is as powerful as it was back then, so no one should look directly at him.

After the words were finished, Wu Mi's movements paused slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"How come I have never seen the chess style you play?" Wu Mi asked softly.

"Many nearby cities have fallen, and a great demon king is sweeping them away. The refugees are displaced, fleeing in all directions, hiding in the wilderness, and maybe they can save their lives."

The host and hostess froze in place for a long time, watching the disappearing figure in the sky, seemingly unable to recover.

He looked at the God of Plague in front of him and the devastated scene of the whole world, remained silent, and continued to use spells to restrain him.

"Look, Uncle, this is a Tier [-] chess in my hand. It is golden, which means it is the strongest among all chess pieces!"

"You are really persistent." The God of Plague smiled lightly.

"You..." The God of Plague shuddered.

Before he made any movement, he slammed down with a palm, causing his forehead to collapse, his seven orifices spurted blood, his teeth met, and he was shattered to pieces.

The clothed face on his body screamed in terror, and he was torn apart by the shock!

"Where's your master?" Wu Mi Qinghan asked without any emotion.

At this moment, watching the plague god's body collapse, Ji Zu was stunned.