Above the gray fog

Lin Shan's original intention was to erase the crack. If the crystal monsters were really related to the source court, the crack would definitely not be as simple as sending a few crystal monsters to cause damage.

But the wanderer wanted to use the resources in this meta-space to develop, and would inevitably continue to use the cracks. At that time, the two would inevitably fight. Even if the wanderer could stop them, the human circle would become a victim.

But no matter from what angle he thought, he had no right to oppose the wanderer. Even if he disagreed, it would not be difficult for the wanderer to sneak in. His sealing ability could not stop the same level.

Moreover, if the source court could open one crack, it could open two cracks. The wanderer took the initiative to become the guardian of the human circle, and he had no reason to refuse.

"I'm just reminding you that since this place is good for you, the safety of the human circle is left to you."

"This is the location of the Divine Court, and I am the guardian of the Divine Court. It's not about protection, it's my duty."

"Where is the Divine Court?"

"I don't know."

One hour later.

Human race.

Purple soul flower forest.

"Will it be here?" Lin Shan asked again.

The butterfly did not make a sound, which further confirmed Lin Shan's guess.

The Purple Soul Flower Forest was the third stop that Lin Shan was going to explore.

The old God's Court was probably here.

He always remembered the invisible air wall, which he had hit more than once.

Can it stop him now?

While thinking, Lin Shan had already walked into the flower forest.

Now this place has become a forbidden place for the human race, because there are many legends circulating, and countless young people from big families want to enter this place to make a living.

Lin Changsheng is one of them.

Lin Shan also knew that Lin Changsheng gave up the opportunity and exchanged it for the ancient device. If it was 2000 years ago, he would have done the same.

Now he doesn't need to do this anymore.

There was a sound of rushing water in his ears.

A familiar river appeared in sight.

It was here that there were dozens of people in a group, and only the last eleven were left.

If those people hadn't died, the human race would have dozens of pioneers. What a scene that would be? It's a pity... fate plays tricks on people.

A purple locust flower was pulled up by the roots and slowly floated into Lin Shan's hand.

The purple flame instantly ignited Lin Shan, burning for dozens of seconds, and Lin Shan was not hurt at all.

The purple soul flower was still in his hand.

"It is indeed a curse, but the source of the curse is not this flower." Lin Shan said to himself. Now he is also an expert in playing curses. He can't hide anything related to the power of curses.

The purple flame just now was indeed the power of curse, but the source did not come from the purple soul flower.

In other words, the source is someone else. This "person" or "thing" set a curse, so that all creatures that broke the purple soul flower will be burned by the purple fire.

Lin Shan let go of his hand, and the purple soul flower gently floated to the ground and quickly took root.

In addition to the curse, there is one more thing, he can already be sure that there is a soul in this purple soul flower, a human soul.

This soul should belong to the ancient human race, and their current state is like a weird one.

Lin Shan took a deep breath, took a step forward, and came to the air wall.

Suddenly, a cold breath appeared behind him.

Lin Shan turned around suddenly, it was the strange old man.

He was less than one meter away from Lin Shan at this moment, and Lin Shan had never been so close to this strange old man.

Lin Shan's face was normal, and he asked softly, "Chat?"

Silence, deathly silence.

The old man's dark eyes stared at Lin Shan, and at a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

Lin Shan subconsciously summoned a barrier in front of him.

An invisible ripple hit Lin Shan, and Lin Shan only felt a trance in his consciousness, and the time around him was about to go backwards.

The world was distorted by a mysterious force, and Lin Shan's vision was filled with a suffocating gray fog.

When the fog in his vision completely dissipated, he was already standing on a magnificent battlefield. The air smelled of iron and gunpowder, and the sky was covered with heavy clouds, so that the sunlight became dim.

The dense sound of war drums echoed in Lin Shan's ears.

He held a red-tasseled spear in his hand. The spear was made of black hardwood, heavy and solid. The spear head was sharp and cold. The red tassels swayed with the wind on the battlefield, like burning flames, foreshadowing the upcoming baptism of blood and fire.

The soldiers around him wore heavy armor with dragon totems engraved on them. These totems were particularly eye-catching in the gray world. They kept repeating a simple and powerful war song, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Blood-stained sky! The master died!"

Lin Shan felt that his blood was boiling in this atmosphere.

He clenched the spear in his hand tightly. Although he knew that all this might be an illusion, the surrounding scene gave him a sense of reality that he could not ignore.

The roar of the battlefield resounded in his ears, and the hot blood was like a ignited flame. An invisible majesty condensed in the air, shocking the whole world.

The soldiers around him began to move, marching in neat rows. Every step they took was so powerful that the ground seemed to tremble slightly under their heavy steps.

Lin Shan followed the team reluctantly.

Suddenly, a dazzling light streaked across the sky, splitting the heavy gray fog in half and illuminating the battlefield.

In that light, a god in a white battle robe stepped into the battlefield.

The appearance of the white-robed god lifted the spirits of all the soldiers, and their shouts became louder and louder, as if they could shake the heavens and the earth.

Lin Shan's pupils shrank slightly, and the face of the white-robed god was the same as his.

Lin Shan realized that this was not an illusion, but the memory of his previous life!

"Gods!" The voice of the white-robed god was as loud as a bell, resounding through the sky, drowning out the war drums and shouts, "The rebirth of China, the glory of the human race will last forever! Invaders, should be killed! Overlord, should be killed! Do you see the sun in the sky? Our goal is there!"

"Dragon flags fluttering to show our ambitions."

"Mobilize to the sky!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Along with the earth-shaking war cry, colorful streams of light rushed into the sky, almost filling the entire sky.

At this time, Lin Shan noticed that every soldier standing beside him, even the most inconspicuous one, was at least a Sequence 4 god, and there were many Sequence 3 and even Sequence 2 gods among them.

Among them, Lin Shan also glimpsed a few familiar faces.

The gods around him rushed to the sky one after another, only the white-robed god still stood firmly in place, his eyes penetrated the endless time and space and intersected with Lin Shan.

"Hmm?" Lin Shan frowned slightly, and a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The white-robed god's eyes flashed with a gentle light. His face was ordinary, but it revealed a kind of etherealness that transcended the world.

The white robe fluttered gently in the void, like clouds and mist. He leaned forward slightly, with an elusive emotion in his voice, and asked, "Why don't you go?"