I am a cultivator of the righteous path of immortality, but why am I possessed of demonic powers?

Passed the junction of the human race and the demon race.

The weather here is the weather of the northern snowfields, and it hasn't changed in the slightest.

The eyes are full of dead trees, and the land is full of devastation.

"I'm coming, come out to pick me up." The golden ghost roared at the mountain.

Soon, a pair of blue-purple flames suddenly appeared out of thin air, very similar to the "ghost fire" in folk rumors.

This pair of ghost fires swept and swept at the golden ghost, and finally recognized his identity.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a dense fog appeared.

A huge skeleton loomed in the fog.

"Pay for the road...", the

skeleton rubbed against its bones. The creepy sound was as piercing as hard gold and iron cutting fiercely through each other.

The golden ghost bit his finger, and red blood flowed from his finger.

The golden ghost pointed at the skeleton, this blood seemed to be corrosive to the skeleton, as soon as it came into contact, it made a continuous noise, and a miserable white mist was generated from the contact surface of the two, and the surrounding scene changed again...

The night sky, deep blue, surrounded by invisible darkness.

This is a world of white and black, and the golden ghost is out of place here.

The whole body of them is promoted by the shadow, and they don't care about the special existence of the golden ghost, and they can't even feel the existence of the golden ghost.

Along the way, I passed through one intersection after another, and gave the skeletons money to buy the road.

The golden ghost came to a long corridor at this time.

Da Da ~

There is no one in the corridor, and when you get here, even the aborigines of this world can't be found.

Only the golden ghost walked in a daze on this avenue that didn't know where it leads.

Finally, in front of a huge and decaying bronze bell, the golden ghost stopped.

"Master of time, I have brought my destiny here..."

The golden ghost knelt on the ground and loyally offered Bai Yunyi's arm.

Feeling the breath of the same kind, the decaying bronze bell swayed slightly, emitting a heavy bell.

When

~dang~~

rang the bell again and again, it made the golden ghost's face, which had lost too much blood, even whiter.

Eventually, the bronze bell stopped shaking and stood still, and the deafening sound disappeared.

"You... What do you mean? Sensing

the bronze bell's dissatisfaction, the golden ghost raised his head in surprise.

"What about my lifespan? What about my time? "

I'm dying, give me Shouyuan!"

The bronze bell remained silent.

The golden ghost's face changed and changed, and the respect disappeared from his face little by little.

Under the anger, the originally orderly debriefing activities eventually turned into resentful swearing.

However, no matter how mad he was, the bronze bell never shook again.

"My time... I'm running out of time! "

Please, please, I don't want to die yet..."

He wailed as he lowered his posture again.

Pray to always give him another chance, to give him another time to survive.

The bronze bell is still silent.

The golden ghost was stunned, and between life and death, there was no trace of blood on his face.

He began to go back and forth in righteous indignation and compromise.

His body began to stink, and he didn't want to come to this hellish place unless he had to.

The "road money" along the way almost wiped out the rest of his life.

Originally, he had a childish face, but now his face has turned earthy gray, and there is no blood.

"I'm not reconciled~

" "Master of time, I obviously completed your task, why, why don't you give me a little more time?"

In the golden ghost's cloudy eyes, he looked at the bronze bell obsessively.

An existence that can be assigned to others at will must be the founder of this world, right?

They must be immortal, right?

What kind of scenery is the immortal life, and how many victories and defeats, successes and failures, rise and fall have they seen?

The golden ghost's confused eyes gradually became hollow.

In the end, he experienced countless times in his life, and the memories that belonged to this time emerged little by little.

Eventually, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his lips twitched, as if he had unfinished words.

His expression and countenance were forever fixed in this moment.

Die.

Died because Shou Yuan was clean.

......

Rub ~ rub ~ rub ~

The brush skimmed the paper, making one rub after another.

"It is indeed a good means to change the memories and consciousness of others, and ultimately to choose their own death."

"Although I will not directly interfere with the means of other people's consciousness, it is unfortunate that I can directly arrange your fate."

With a long sigh, there is a sense of amazement for the loss of the golden ghost, and there is admiration for his masterpiece.

In the long corridor, Bai Yunyi's figure appeared from behind the fallen golden ghost.

In other words, Bai Yunyi followed behind the golden ghost all the way.

It's just that in the fate of all people, his presence has been erased, and no one can be discovered.

Now, the fate of the golden ghost has been drawn to an end by Bai Yunyi.

And the fate that belongs to Bai Yunyi has obviously been reversed.

Since, the false fate in the story has no need to exist...

Bai Yunyi waved his hand, and the fragment of himself being killed by Jin Gui in the Book of Fate disappeared in an instant.

His presence was even stronger.

......

If the golden ghost had been able to do it earlier, Bai Yunyi might have died so tragically.

But he was a step late, and after getting Wei Weng's mysterious pen again, and after studying it for a few days, Bai Yunyi had now worked all night to use the method of combining these two mysterious rule forces.

The combination of the "erratic" fate and the "nothing" pen is a definable false fate.

"This is the inner world in the Eight Mountains?"

Bai Yunyi took a good look at this corridor.

There seem to be mysterious murals on both sides of the corridor, which should record the evolution of a period of fate.

But the mural is obviously very clear, and when Bai Yunyi looks at it from a distance, what his consciousness feeds back is "blurred".

If you see it, you will never be able to remember the "mysterious existence" in your mind.

Bai Yunyi felt a sudden vibration from the Book of Heaven in his hand.

The pages of the Book of Heaven were turned up without the effect of external forces.

Gold, silver, bronze, tricolor gutter turned into a pen again, written in the first half of the Book of Destiny....

Bai Yunyi finally felt that he could remember normally.

But just as he was ready to find out.

While!

While!

The heavy bell rang again.

At the same time, in this lonely corridor, a third person's voice appeared again!