Demon Sword God

Not long after the rain stopped, the legendary guest arrived in the hut of the Prophet Elo.

There were two unconscious young men, a man and a woman. When Sartochy found them, they were already in a state of unconsciousness. The young man had a high fever and kept chanting vague characters in his mouth. The young woman was covered in blood.

It was cold and seemed to have lost its vitality. The two people had been soaked in the dark rain for a long time and seemed to be on the verge of death.

"These two children have been invaded by darkness for too long, and the corrosive energy of darkness has invaded their souls. Although their personalities will not deteriorate after treatment, they may have some physical problems..."

"Alas, what a pitiful man." After hearing the diagnosis of Prophet Ero, the people in the village sighed one after another. In order not to disturb the prophet's treatment, everyone dispersed to do their own things. Sartochi brought the two

After carrying him to the bed, he rubbed his sore arms and retreated. At this time, Prophet Elo was the only one left in the prophet's hut.

Prophet Erro walked to the unconscious Qingqing and raised the vortex-headed staff in his hand. A faint light emitted from the head of the vortex-headed staff. One of Prophet Erro's hands covered Qingqing's forehead, and the prophet's spiritual power suddenly penetrated.

Entered the depths of Qingqing's mind.

"This is..." Deep in Kong Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, where the soul should originally exist, there are only two rays of light, one black and one white, constantly intertwining and rotating.

"It turned out to be a critical soul body... God's will, God's will..." Prophet Erro opened his eyes in disbelief, but in an instant, the surprise turned into consternation. Surrounded by black and white, there was an empty

Transparent spherical container.

"The sea of ​​​​memory actually...disappeared." How is this possible?

Prophet Eero melancholy withdrew from Qingqing's sea of ​​consciousness, walked to Mu Lin's side as if he was at a loss, and also put his hand on Mu Lin's forehead.

In the endless dark world, the soul shimmering with faint green light is trembling dimly. A huge, thick black coffin filled with a faint aura of murder lies quietly under the weak soul, and I can feel the coming from the black coffin.

The oppressive yet familiar elemental fluctuations made Prophet Erro's eyes dim for a moment.

"Pandora's box turned out to be... the great spirit of all things, if... this is your decision..." Prophet Aero's expression became a little complicated for a moment.

"Eternal life, endless life... endless life... endless life... endless life..."

Mu Lin only felt that his body was so hot. He knew that he was dreaming, but why was the dream so real... Mu Lin in the sea of ​​​​fire hugged his arms hard, and the green forest appeared in front of his eyes - turning black -

Burning - the twisted roar of the soul that keeps entangling itself in the endless sea of ​​fire.

"Eternal life, endless life... endless life... endless life... endless life..."

The ruthless, hoarse voice kept drilling into my brain. At first there was only one, then two, and more and more, it seemed that my brain was about to burst.

"Ah——————" Mu Lin grabbed his brain with both hands and struggled, trying to drive these sounds out.

"Quiet." A majestic and slightly angry voice cut through the space and rushed into Mu Lin's body. After entering Mu Lin's body, the majestic voice immediately turned into a white energy, spinning in Mu Lin's body.

Dispelling the illusion in front of Mu Lin's eyes.

The raging fire quickly faded, and countless green branches quickly grew out of the black ashes. In just a moment, the branches quickly grew into big trees. The big trees spread seeds. The seeds quickly sprouted and grew into big trees. The dark world was quickly filled with green.

Replaced with peace, Mu Lin's headache finally stopped, but he was really tired...

What is that? I don’t know why my eyes are a little blurry...

No, it was the white mist figure walking towards him that he couldn't see clearly.

Mu Lin rubbed his eyes hard, trying to see clearly what was approaching him, but his mental exhaustion left him without much strength.

"You need my help, and I also need your help." The white figure stretched out a hand to him. For a moment, Mu Lin felt that he was so tired, really tired.

If you think I can still help you like this, feel free to take whatever you want.

Mu Lin persisted, reaching out and holding the white thing.

What followed was an instant of severe pain and darkness in the brain.