I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

Ying Ying shook it.

The cold touch is the same as the skin, and it begins to transmit to the mind.

Death also goes with it.

The black buffalo whose pupils gradually narrowed and gradually lost their luster, and then fell down as if they had been sucked dry of their internal organs.

You can even hear a crunch.

It's the sound of bones breaking.

His bones had just fallen to the ground, and they had already turned to slag.

"Hee-hee-hee.

Meng Xiaoying, who had been expressionless, suddenly smiled.

A jump to the top of a tall locust tree.

The three thousand green silks behind him fluttered in the wind.

The figure is visible to the naked eye, and it is plumping up.

Whether it is the proud mountain peak or the slender jade, it is all bringing people a visual impact.

"What the hell is this..."

, the head of the Demon Suppression Division paused with his compass hand and looked up in horror.

It's not just the body that grows with it.

And that eerie aura with a netherworld aura.

Within a radius of 100 miles, it was like being shrouded in a layer of gray mist, whether it was the moonlight overhead, or the candle flame in the wind, they were all hidden in it.

Visibility suddenly became extremely low.

Even if it's face-to-face.

You may not be able to see the other person right in front of you.

"Damn... Damn!"

The head of the Demon Suppression Division was horrified, he couldn't see his body anymore.

I knew that my body was under this thick gray mist.

But he can't see it with his naked eyes anyway.

It can't be seen with it.

And the compass in his hand.

"Destiny Shenluo must be seen before it can continue, how can this be good?"

The director of the Demon Suppression Division finally lived up to his calmness, and Destiny Shenluo was the only hole card he could rely on.

He took it from a ruin.

At first, he was not very clear about the use of this compass.

It was only later in the battles again and again that the mystery was gradually discovered.

The compass doesn't really have a name.

The reason why it is taken from the term fate has to do with its use.

That time.

The director of the Demon Suppression Division, who has just entered the path of cultivation, is not as powerful as he is now.

Just a minion at the bottom.

Day after day, I do the heavy tasks assigned by my boss.

In many cases, they don't really need to do these tasks, they just need to hire someone else to do them.

What moves, what builds houses, what harvests crops....

There are all kinds of miscellaneous tasks, which makes people almost breathless.

You must know that these tasks, the Demon Town Division will not give you any additional special rewards.

How much you get paid depends on the mood of the employer.

However, this group of officials of the Demon Town Division can be assigned to this kind of handyman.

In itself, some powerful people are using their special abilities.

Let them labor for free as slaves.

If you do a good job, you may enjoy a bite to eat.

If you don't do it well, whipping, beating and scolding are common.

So those days were a dark history that was not very glamorous for the modern director of the Demon Suppression Division.

I ate the last meal but didn't eat the next meal.

I ate the next meal but didn't eat it.

So at that time, he usually went looking for some extra money.

For example, to be the bodyguard of a caravan.

Or it is the idle job of the caretaker as a row.

If you want to say that his fate will come, it also comes from the dart move from a certain dart game.

The goods escorted by that passing the bid were strange.

Not an item, but boxes and boxes of "living things".

Look at the wobbly cage.

It wasn't like he didn't want to go over and see what was going on underneath.

But whenever he wants to get closer.

There will be caravans to drive him away.

This is where the weirdest part of this dart goes.

Because the people of these caravans are all introverted, each of them has a strong and abnormal aura, and they are not inferior to him at all, and a few of them are even stronger.

He's like an insignificant little person.

It's dedicated to witnessing something....

The original director of the Demon Town Division also realized this, and he was very conscious of a small person, that is, he walked with food every day.

The destination is a stretch of mountains.

It is known as Mt. Rakuha.

At the mouth of the mountain range, there was a swamp with a white mist.

There was a stumbling fawn that ran in in a panic.

Then it was engulfed on the spot by tentacles sticking out of the swamp.

The people of the caravan seemed to have expected this.

Methodically roll out the first cage.

It was a plump girl covered in black hair.

Hanging her head and blocking her in front of her with her arms, she shrank back when she saw someone looking at her.

A plump girl with black hair, there is not a single strand on her body, but the full and perfect, art-like body should be perfect.

But the black hair, which was as lush as an orangutan, splashed a layer of ink on this perfect work of art.

So that what should be perfect looks not so perfect at the moment.

The men of the caravan, with a thick chain, like a dog, made the girl crawl on the ground.

Then take it to the edge of the swamp.

Bring it to this white mist.

With a hard kick of her foot, the girl with black hair rolled down into the swamp.

There was a splash of water.

It's strange that the swamp in front of me is splashed with ripples similar to water.

The tentacles immediately jumped up from the swamp like locusts, and then covered the girl's body densely.

The black-haired girl struggled to say something to the caravan.

But all they could do was make some strange whimpering.

Take a closer look.

Her tongue is much shorter than normal, and if you look closely, it is actually only half of it.

Half of the tongue has been cut off.

After a period of churning.

The swamp was finally silent.

At that time, the director of the Demon Suppression Division watched this scene with curiosity and fear throughout the whole process.

Curiously, the escorted goods finally appeared.

What is afraid is the strangeness of this swamp, the terrifying tentacles that the gods are not aware of.

The swamp in front of me is like a melting pot that exudes the smell of death.

Anyone who comes close to it will become fuel in this melting pot.

No exceptions can be avoided.

As I said before, the swamp in front of me is like a melting pot.

So what's next.

It's like throwing a lot of ice into a furnace, and the furnace actually dies down...

The director of the Demon Suppression Division was dumbfounded, but the people who followed the caravan closely did not dare to show any other emotions.

Because he's already feeling it at the moment.

It seems that something is wrong with my trip... Some, it's intimidating....

The swamp turned into a solid black soil.

Without the slightest surprise, the caravan men led the goods over the swamp one by one.

At that time, the director of the Demon Town Division also took a closer look at the unloaded goods.

There are strange-looking fishmen.

There are cute and innocent sheep people.

There are rough and rough cowmen.

There is a charming fox man.

Yes....

All in all, it's one strange and strange xenomorph after another.

Halfway through, the director of the Demon Suppression Division at that time didn't think about running away secretly.

Because it goes with the journey.

The things I saw were getting weirder and weirder.

Twisted trees, fangs and claws, like hideous demons.

The upside-down river cascaded overhead, like a milky way.

Dim and unclear light, intertwined in the mist.

Suddenly hot, suddenly cold.

He didn't sneak away, but was caught by the caravan men and stopped trying to escape.

Instead, he saw a caravan on guard in the rear, and in this strange mountain range

, he was dragged into the unknown by a pair of strange palms with withered blue, black hair, and a cyan jade wrench on the thumb of his left hand.

It's like it never happened.

When he told someone about it.

The caravan man frowned and scolded him for talking nonsense.

Because....

The person he was talking about didn't exist at all! The

pupils of the head of the Demon Suppression Division at that time suddenly shrank, and the face of that person changed rapidly from clear to vague in his mind, until it was completely erased from his mind, leaving only a vague shadow.

He didn't know that this person didn't exist at all.

Or is it because this person has been erased by some unknown force?

He argued with reason, saying that he was absolutely not mistaken.

The caravan man sneered and demanded that he give proof of the man's existence.

He immediately began to search his memory for the trajectory of this man's existence.

The caravan has been set off for so many days, and this man must have left behind something that is enough to remember.

But this is a search.

His expression immediately changed from the initial swear to a strange state of doubt.

He... There really isn't any trace of this person's existence in my memory.

Huh....

Seeing his reaction, the people of the caravan felt that what they were thinking was right, and he just wanted to disturb the caravan's morale through this method, so as to find an opportunity to escape.

As for the result....

The Demon Suppression Division, this identity doesn't seem to play any protective role.

He was picked off and chained like a cargo, but the only difference was that he looked like a human being.

As for the rest... It's all all a variety of xenomorphs.

The people of the caravan discussed on the way, about his whereabouts.

He kept listening to the words of sacrifice and so on.

In a state of more and more anxiety, I couldn't think about it for a while, and I fainted in fright.

Wait until he wakes up again.

I have come to a water cave.

Looking up, the white stalactites were sliding along the smooth surface of the water droplets, clicking and dripping to the ground.

It makes a very pronounced sound.

He didn't realize what kind of situation he was in for a while.

I just feel the chains that bind me... It's gone.

Subconsciously touched his neck, but he didn't feel anything except a circle of rough scratches.

However, it also proves that the previous events are true.

There really is a chain around the neck.

I think of crawling humiliating on the ground like a dog before.

He felt resentment in his heart, but then he was like a deflated ball, and he was depressed.

Now the meridians on his body have been broken.

Let's not talk about those people who couldn't beat the caravan when they cultivated before.

Now that he has become a waste, let alone take revenge, I'm afraid that he will be safe and sound, and it will be a luxury to get out of here.

Come to think of it.

He hurriedly looked around, and after looking around for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he didn't see anyone from the caravan nearby.

However, there is also no sign of the caravan's existence.

After moving my wrist, there is nothing missing in my body and I can move normally.

After coming down.

He just saw that he was just on top of something.

It was a giant mussel.

But it's not a normal river mussel.

Not to mention its large size, it has fangs and sharp teeth in the cracks of its shell.

The place where he had just been lying had just felt soft, and he didn't realize that something was wrong.

But look at it now.

It was a giant pink tongue.

At this moment, he reacted, touched his back with a chill, and sure enough, he touched a hand of mucus.

I don't know what the hell this is.

Knowing that he couldn't stay here for long, he ran outside.

It's a cave-like place though.

But in front of me, I could see the light, as if the entrance to the cave was there.

But at this moment, he obviously overlooked an important point.

That's when I first started walking on this mountain range.

White fog pervades everywhere.

Visibility outside depends entirely on the extremely erratic lighting.

And the exit of the cave in front of him at the moment.

But it has an extremely stable light, as if telling you bluntly that there is an exit in front of you, and you can get out by running here.

At least that's what he thought.

So he ran towards it with a rolling belt, and the mussel shell behind him seemed to be moving somewhat, making a crackling sound, and he could see that the tongue was slowly raised.

It's like thinking about whether your prey has escaped.

He ran for about five or six minutes, and it wasn't until the sweat on his forehead dripped that he finally realized that something was wrong.

Judging by the distance visually in front of your eyes.

In five or six minutes, you can definitely run from there to the mouth of the cave.

But now.

It's like he's doing useless work, and no matter how hard you run forward, your actual distance is as if it hasn't changed.

The cave exit in front of you seems to be extending indefinitely.

Every time you take a step forward, he stretches it back.

To test his suspicions, he bit his finger and slapped it on a barb next to him.

Then keep running forward.

It took about a minute.

He stopped.

His pupils narrowed suddenly, because he was where he was now.

The barb was still prominently there.

It was as if he had never left here.

But it's not entirely relative.

Because everything behind you is indeed a zone that does not overlap with the front.

If it weren't for standing still.

That is, whether it is the back or the front.

They are all extending with their own running, only the position he is in, there is no change...