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In the endless starry sky, the Black Goat Mother revealed her clues. It was a huge galaxy, slowly twisting and affecting everything around it. It was itself the hub.

Such a majestic existence is said to be an ancient god, and Su Changxing thinks so.

How to kill the opponent?

The question he was thinking about may not be very practical, but it is indeed something that needs to be considered.

The Mother of the Black Goat could not kill him directly due to the restrictions of the rules, but there were definitely many ways to kill him indirectly.

"What would Black Goat Alphabet do if he wanted to kill me?" Su Changxing said.

He thought about it independently: "It will judge your crimes. It is said that even the one who unites all things will be afraid of it."

Su Changxing didn't quite understand: "What do you mean?"

Independent said: "The best way to kill a god is to deny its existence. The Black Goat Mother can judge the gods' crimes."

He hesitated for a moment and pointed forward: "Let's go somewhere. We should be able to hide there for a while."

A clearly visible path appeared at the position of his finger, winding into the distance.

Su Changxing walked along the path, and there were bright flowers blooming on the roadside, "What is this place?"

This seems to be a small independent space in the chaos.

Independent sighed: "The resting place, I should have stayed here."

There was singing, and a short figure rushed over from the roadside. Wearing gray cloth, she looked like a human little girl, with a pretty and cute face.

"Independence, you still know how to come visit us." The little girl said, her voice clear and ethereal, like a nightingale.

Independent helplessness: "They are all dead, but they are just the remaining will, so there is nothing good to see.

The little girl's expression became cold: "Then what are you doing here?" Then she turned her gaze to Su Changxing.

Su Changxing felt ashamed. Is this his attitude when asking for help? Anyway, independence is a matter of course.

The little girl sneered: "You want us to die in peace, even if we die, you still have to suffer."

Independent smiled like a spring breeze: "Zhaohua, I beg you."

"This kid is the only human being who has become a god in reincarnation. He is very important. He is being hunted by the Mother Goddess, so we must save him."

The little girl frowned, waved her hand and said, "Come in, this is the last time, be independent."

They followed the path and walked into a manor. A few oil lamps were dimly lit in the house. A drunk man in a suit and leather shoes was holding a wine bottle. When he saw Su Changxing and the others coming in, he drunkenly said: "Zhaohua, why are you letting outsiders in?" Come in? Do you want to kill us? With the way they are, those gods will probably come looking for them if they smell it."

The little girl said unceremoniously: "I can take in even a drunkard like you, so there's nothing else I can't take in."

Another middle-aged man wearing a gray hat, holding a musket in his hand, and a depressed face came up from behind with an oil lamp and stared at the independence with hostility: "You still have the nerve to come here, you bastard? Everyone was killed, what are you going to do now?”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he put the muzzle of his gun on Independent's forehead. Independent did not dodge, but looked at him quietly: "I'm sorry."

The little girl patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder impatiently: "Go and take a look at the loophole in the backyard. Don't just stand here."

Forced by the little girl's majesty, the middle-aged man sighed and turned away: "When will this unfortunate day end?"

There was also a motionless person lying on the sofa in the room, without any breath or energy fluctuations, and seemed to be "dead."

Next to the dead man, there was a woman covering her face and crying. Her voice was not loud, but it was inexplicably annoying.

Walking into the house, the door was closed, the outside light was blocked, and the house was completely dark. Everyone's face became blurred, and only pairs of shining eyes could be seen.

Zi Zi Zai was very familiar with this place. He walked forward, pulled out a stool from under the table and sat down.

Su Changxing, who was standing by, said: "These are all saints who died in the past, and their wills remain here. Probably their bodies have not died in the real dimension."

Su Changxing thought of the strange-looking living dead in the high latitudes behind him, and recalled those vague faces that were somewhat similar to the people in front of him.

But apart from being independent, these people look nothing like saints. They are drunkards, depressed patients, dead people, and crying women. The only one who is relatively normal is the little girl, who is the most majestic here. .

Su Changxing observed it and said, "Are you all saints who fell at that time?"

The drunkard knocked on the table with the bottle, making a clear sound, and said angrily: "It's not just us, we are the only ones who left this trace. Back then, we all accomplished our goals, but some people were not satisfied with their desires."

As he spoke, he looked at Zi Zi fiercely, and threw a wine bottle over, hitting Zi Zi's head with a dull sound, and then rolled to the ground and rolled to the wall, stained with some white dust.

Independent's expression remained unchanged, he sat there with his back straight and kept smiling, as if nothing had happened.

Probably out of guilt, he was unable to refute and had no need to refute.

Su Changxing couldn't help but sigh, but was this really one person's mistake?

The little girl leaned against the wall and said, "Tell me what's going on. You're already dead, but you still have to mind your own business."

Independent coughed: "All signs indicate that reincarnation is not only because of me, but also the Black Goat Mother is behind it."

"She wants to start the next time, let everything truly restart, and become the original ancient god."

"So everyone is dead, but in the face of something like this, I don't think we can just sit idly by."

No one answered him and looked at each other.

Once a saint becomes a saint, he will restrain his nature, his character will be admired by mountains, and his morality will be flawless.

Their remaining will is the truest manifestation of their nature, and they are no longer saints.

Only with comparison can there be differences.

Su Changxing couldn't help but sigh, people like Independent are born saints, that's what their nature is. They are saints in life, and they will be saints in life as well.

Su Changxing said, "I was severely injured. I just hope you can take me in until I recover. I'm very grateful."

After the words fell, there was no sound in the room. Even the woman's crying stopped and she turned her head to look at Su Changxing.

Su Changxing was a little confused when he saw this situation. He didn't know what he said wrong. Could it be that his status as a god made him disgusted by these people?

It's not impossible.

These people all died at the hands of gods, so it is normal for them to leave behind hatred.

The crying woman's voice was hoarse and trembling: "It's so similar."

Su Changxing held his breath: "What does it look like?"

The crying woman said: "A person like that also begged for help like this when he became independent."

She cried again, feeling very sad, as if she was regretting her own fall, or perhaps mourning the death of her companions.

It turns out that in their eyes, Independent was not the same person before and after his death.

What does that look like?

Su Changxing felt confused and confused.

The little girl said calmly: "You don't need to plead. Since you have entered here, you are protected by us."

The door is closed, the darkness is blocked out, and it also stays inside the house. Time becomes long and casual.

Independent quickly integrated into it, and only Su Changxing was like an audience, out of place.

The drunkard said to him: "Drink, drink when you are tired or sad, wine can relieve a thousand sorrows."

The depressed uncle said: "If you want to die, just die. There are no shoulds or shouldn'ts."

The little girl named Zhaohua said: "You can stay as long as you want, don't worry.

Heart. "

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Su Changxing stayed in this unknown dark place, recovering from the wounds on his body bit by bit, until the fire ignited on the house.

The drunkard grabbed the independent collar with one hand and roared: "You brought them here."

The depressed uncle squatted on the ground, covered his head with his hands, and screamed like crazy. Tiny tentacles sprouted from his body one after another. His eyes were red, and he lost his mind. He grabbed the musket in his hand and shot through it. Little girl's head.

The little girl fell to the ground and smiled at Su Changxing, her smile as bright as snow.

"Let's go!" Zili opened his eyes and pulled Su Changxing to run behind.

The fire continued to spread in the dim room, covering a large area in the blink of an eye, and the heat was rising.

"You're riding a horse!" The drunkard threw the depressed uncle to the ground and rolled him into the sea of ​​fire.

The crying woman remained motionless as she was gradually surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

"Let's go." Su Changxing shouted.

The other party was indifferent.

The flame was so hot that he couldn't bear it for a minute, so he could only retreat outward together with Independence.

There was a man fishing by the small river behind, but the clear river water was filled with black water, and the white scales fell from the

"It's a trial!"

Independently pushed Su Changxing back, "You go first, I can use this world to deal with him."

"He is coming for you, and there is no chance of you surviving if you encounter Him."

The thoughts are not over yet.

Two vague shadows appeared in the distance and approached them.

Su Changxing drove the car to the other side of the river. As he gradually approached the chaos, his body returned to its original appearance, exuding a dark golden light.

It was a big snake with four legs, two slender heads on the left and one on the right, a snake head and a dog head. Its eyes were covered with white cloth, its body was a skeleton, and it was carrying a dark red book. .

"In life and in death, glory be to the Mother Goddess of Order!"

Two voices came, one male and one female.

The snake head made a woman's sharp voice, and the dog head made a man's thick voice. Seeing the independence standing in front of him, he pulled out a silver sword from his body with one hand, and pulled out a dark scale from the river with the other hand, shaking slightly.

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