I'm Not a Tailed Beast

That's why it came here desperately.

Countless black threads suddenly swept towards Mu Ziyu as if they had life.

The moment she was entangled by the black thread, Mu Ziyu felt something, and plunged into the lair.

It was in the corpse of a world that was about to die, whether it was obvious or not.

……

Gray is the dominant color here.

The glowing stars were dimmed.

If it weren't for the humans still living tenaciously on the surface of the land, Mu Ziyu wasn't even sure if this was a world.

As far as the eye can see, human cities are dilapidated.

The nearby space is like a shattered mirror, with irregular lines everywhere.

drop to the ground.

Mu Ziyu squatted down and felt the pulse of the planet with his paws.

Dying, dying.

There was a sound from the surrounding trees with nothing but dead branches.

A few undead, who were able to survive without vitality, slowly walked out of the bushes.

The carrion of the limbs is still there, and it looks like it has just become an undead.

The worn armor on their bodies and the rusty weapons in their hands prove the level of civilization in this world.

"Not even a soul?"

Mu Ziyu squinted his eyes and crushed the undead completely.

Rather than thirsting for flesh and blood, these undead fell into madness and chaos.

hostile to all order.

Mu Ziyu covered the entire planet with his perception as much as possible, but the rules here were missing, and it seemed that only a small area still kept the rules intact.

Just like a thick fog, no matter how you perceive it, you can't get useful information.

Like a drink bottle that has been drained, there is only a little undrinkable residual liquid at the bottom.

Locking on an area where the power of rules is still relatively complete, Mu Ziyu began to walk towards that area.

Chapter 350 The sixth is guilty! (first update)

Death is the end of everything.

Especially before the death of the world, like a flashback, there will be a large number of undead.

Because the undead itself is the broken product of the rules, which symbolizes the chaos of the rules.

Unlike the doomsday world, as the actual ruling race of most of the world, the doomsday of human beings is a carnival for other species, representing a new era.

Undead.

Mu Ziyu felt that his memory was clear.

A dark line gradually became clear in the memory. It found the bait it wanted most, but it was not enough.

The area with the most complete rules nearby is a human settlement.

Like a fire that is about to run out of fuel, it emits the last light and heat.

A bloody smell filled the air and lingered in the air for a long time.

"The world has come to this point, is there still a war?"

Mu Ziyu noticed the battle ahead, and the broken space rules made it impossible to use the space rules to lift off.

But fortunately, there are modified battle armors.

The blue propeller under his feet started, and Mu Ziyu flew slowly towards the battlefield.

There are three sides in the battlefield.

Loneliness and death are their own side, and countless undead are waiting for death, but they are not the biggest enemy, but more like a oriole, waiting for the entanglement between the praying mantis and the cicada to end.

As for the cicadas and praying mantises, they have already been killed to the point of blood flow.

The obviously weaker side was beaten and retreated, but relying on the advantages of the terrain, they still persisted.

"Damn the imperial army, even at this point, they still refuse to let go of their hatred?"

"Fight them!"

"Destroy the revolutionary army! Kill the rebels! The dark clouds covering the earth will dissipate!"

They believe this so strongly that they suppress their fear of death.

Fighting and fighting together, ordinary people fell down like cannon fodder.

The main force of the battle is some people who use special weapons.

"Evil haunted!"

A man yelled and transformed to join the fight.

Combining the imperial army and revolutionary army in the slogan.

Mu Ziyu finally knew the name of this dying world.

"Cut the Red Eye".

Sudden.

A cold gaze was cast on Mu Ziyu. It was a humanoid body wrapped in ice. In his gaze was ice that could not be melted by the sun. There was no emotion at all, and the breath of death was extremely strong.

Winter ghost, one of the ultimate forms of the undead.

"A living person is not allowed to exist, kill him."

Roar--!

The death dragon entrenched on the ground roared, and countless ghouls and zombies moved after hearing the news.

The scavenging skeleton vultures soared into the sky, and large pieces of skeletons on the ground stood up.

The angel of death with only half of its wings was accompanied by the dragon of death.

The rancid smell and the extreme cold hit the face, making people sick.

The evil spirits and ghosts emitted gray-black smoke.

With the recovery of the undead army, it gradually drifted away, forcing the two sides on the human battlefield to retreat hastily.

The number of the undead army is a hundred times greater than that of the human army.

But they just watched the humans fight quietly, and didn't wake up slowly until they found Mu Ziyu.

Mu Ziyu neither dodged nor retreated.

The fragmented memories in its mind are suddenly connected in series, continuously pouring in from the depths of its soul.

"So this is ah."

When the clouds and mist are dispersed, there is often no beautiful scenery, only a lone rock with a dry peak and three or five small trees on it.

A line of clear tears flowed down the corner of its eyes, dripped to the ground, and smashed out a magnificent ice flower.

"stop!"

The figure protected by the undead suddenly covered its head and knelt down in pain, and several liches rushed forward to support it.

The undead moved according to the order, stopped with a shout, and time was suspended.

The snowflakes floated in the air, motionless.

Black lines passed through the world barrier and landed beside Mu Ziyu.

Constantly twisting and knotting, forming a black humanoid life exactly the same as Mu Ziyu.

The black life body waved its claws, and several black threads shot into Winter Ghost's body.

Strengthen control?

A word popped out of Mu Ziyu's head.

"Your destiny is not over yet, you shouldn't think about it."

The voice was exactly the same as Mu Ziyu's, like a blackened clone, but there was a sense of sadness in his words.

It's like having a premonition.

Mu Ziyu grabbed the person beside him violently, and plunged his claws into the opponent's body, but there was no feeling of flesh and blood.

"If I don't think of these things, how can I know what I'm doing."

The light and shadow of the demon world displayed by death awakened Mu Ziyu's memory fragments.

The opposite of beauty is cruelty.

The tragedy of the death of the world caused a line of cracks to appear in the memory seal.

And now it dropped everything and came here just to see it with its own eyes.

As a result, the memory rift expanded again until the entire seal completely failed.

It finally came to its senses.

A line of blood and tears flowed from the corner of Mu Ziyu's eyes, even though he hadn't shed blood for a long time, he didn't care, and still stared at the black 'self'.

"All of this is fake, right? The implanted memory of the old god is still there? The tombstone is still interfering with my consciousness! Who are you?"

It doesn't want to believe the things in memory, those are too horrible and ruthless.

It is also impossible to accept that everything here is self-made.

Where is the new God plan?