Perfect World

The thumb-long ants crawled and collided with the snow-white skull, making a thumping sound.

Bones.

The skull rolled down and went down the steep mountain, making a noise that disturbed the tranquility here.

Finally, with a bang, it fell to the foot of the mountain. It shook a few times and then stopped moving, telling the story of the cruelty and sadness of the past.

The wind blew across the earth, making a whining sound. The former battlefield was very cold, lifeless, without vegetation, like a dead tomb area.

The bones of countless strong men are buried here, and the souls of countless outstanding people die here.

However, all the corpses were gone, sunk under the soil, or truly decayed.

Time can erase everything. Even the once great genius and the supreme overlord find it difficult to struggle and resist in the face of time.

For too long, real immortals died here, and the blood of immortals spilled on the mountains and rivers. As a result, many mountains and valleys are dark red, which will never fade.

The color tone is very depressing. Standing here makes it difficult to breathe. You can vaguely feel the tragedy of history. The vicissitudes of the past are almost suffocating!

An era has passed and everything has changed.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a person standing, not moving for a long time, like a fossil, weathered by wind and rain for thousands of years, and submerged in dust here.

The cold wind blew the corners of his clothes and raised his black hair, revealing a delicate face. He was quietly lost in thought, letting his thoughts wander for a long time.

"Am I in reincarnation? Same place, different scenery." He said to himself, his face couldn't tell whether it was happiness or anger, or sadness and joy. It was calm with sadness, regret, confusion, and reminiscence.

On his shoulder, there is a small golden ant.

The young man lowered his head and looked at the snow-white skull on the ground, and then looked at the big thumb ant on the mountain, which pushed down the skull.

"It looks a lot like you." The young man turned back and looked at the golden ant on his shoulder.

"If that ant looks like me, then the skull on the ground looks like you." On his shoulder, the golden creature responded.

"Really? Maybe it has something to do with where I was hundreds of millions of years ago." The young man squatted down and picked up the snow-white skull on the ground.

Marked by wind, frost, and eroded by the years, it has become pitted with many honeycomb-like holes, and is about to completely rot away.

"You can really brag. Do you really think you can reincarnate? It's hard to say whether there is reincarnation in this world." On his shoulder, the little golden ant said.

However, it was also confused. Was the experience just now real? An eternal dream, as if I was reincarnated and saw myself from an era ago.

For a long time, the two of them stopped talking. They just stood here quietly, recalling and thinking. That experience was so strange and terrifying.

This is Shi Hao and the little Alibaba ant.

They were all confused and confused. Not long ago, their perception was so strange, as if they had really encountered the most terrifying battle!

"He Wushuang, is there really such a person?" Shi Hao said to himself.

They followed that road and entered the so-called ultimate trial place. Their encounter was too strange.

"I clearly saw the corpses of countless powerful people, soaking the ground with blood, the Immortal Refining Pot flying across the sky, absorbing the essence and blood of the powerful people, and the terrifying and powerful He Wushuang..." the little ant murmured.

In the "experience" just now, Shi Hao died in battle. In the end, with a punch full of anger and anger, he penetrated the blond man's forehead bone, passed through, and killed him.

And he himself was cut open between the eyebrows by the opponent's finger sword, and his soul was destroyed, and they died here together.

However, when everything was blurred, the world was silent, and after losing all perception for a long time, he slowly recovered and was freed from that state.

He stood here, and what he saw before him was a desolate battlefield. There were no corpses of the ancestors, and there was no such powerful enemy. It was as if he had never appeared before.

But why do I feel faintly exhausted and in severe pain all over my body?

But I couldn't find the wound. I touched my forehead bone, and it was still very painful, as if it had been broken and still hadn't fully recovered.

"It's a dream, it's a reincarnation. It's too real." Shi Hao said while touching his forehead.

"I'm also puzzled. This place is so magical. How much effort is required to create those scenes? I can't tell the difference between reality and illusion." Little Ant also sighed with emotion.

If it hadn't still been standing here, if Shi Hao hadn't still been alive, and hadn't seen He Wushuang and Blood Phoenix Lion, it would have really thought that all its experiences were cruel and real.

"Does this unparalleled magical power of killing immortals and making all things void really exist?" Shi Hao asked.

"It exists. The former is an invincible attack technique that few people have mastered even in foreign lands. It is a supreme secret technique created to kill true immortals. The latter's defense is unparalleled in the world and can neutralize all kinds of enemy attacks and obliterate the rules and order. ." The little golden ant said, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I saw it in advance." Shi Hao narrowed his eyes. If it was a dream, how could it be like this? If it was an illusion, how could it be so real.

Shi Hao inspected himself, including various artifacts.

"Huh!?" Suddenly, his body shook and he was in a daze.

What about longevity liquid? The juice that Baigui Tuoxian's medicine had given him was gone!

Did you really take it in your dream? This is so strange.

Then, he raised his palm and saw a vague mark, juxtaposed with the other four, with mysterious lines, like the door of reincarnation!

"Five Paths of Reincarnation Seal!"

Shi Hao's body became cold, his pupils narrowed, and light shot out like lightning.

The last time he took Huangquan Guo, various incomprehensible phenomena occurred, as if he had gone through several reincarnations, leaving four marks on his palm.

This time, there is a fifth path!

"That's not what's important. What about the Immortal Sutra? If what we experienced is real, or both real and illusory, then where are the pages of golden animal skin papers on the mountain peak?" the Alicorn Ant said in a hurry.

They came for the Immortal Sutra, which is the most critical thing and cannot be lost. Once the sutra disappears, wouldn't it be in vain?

"If He Wushuang really exists, and he has been here, and he will not die even if we are not dead, then has he succeeded and taken away the scriptures?" The little ant was anxious.

If the judgment is not wrong, He Wushuang is a person from the last years of Immortal Ancient and came an era earlier than them. If that is the case, what will be left?

Chi!

They jumped up, entered the mountains, and then quickly climbed up the majestic sacred mountain.

In the dream, Shi Hao had a decisive battle with He Wushuang here, and both of them died.

At that time, the sacred light shone here, several pages of animal skin papers were constantly turning and making a rattling sound, and various scripture symbols were beating, which shocked people's hearts.

But now there is nothing. The mountain is dim and gray, with terrible blood spots. Endless years have passed, but the dark red blood stains still do not fade away.

"No more, where is it?!" the little ant shouted. Is it all in vain?

Shi Hao knelt down and picked up the thumb-sized ant on the ground. It was not an alicorn ant, but the ant that once pushed the skull down the mountain.

He explores his consciousness to discover something.

Because this place is so desolate, with no vegetation and almost extinct life, it is really difficult to see a single living thing.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. This ant was not yet civilized, had no sensitive spiritual consciousness, and had never become a spirit. It was still just a strong ordinary ant.

It is impossible to witness the so-called weirdness, miracles, etc. from it!

"Where is the Sutra of Immortality?" Shi Hao couldn't calm down anymore. This time he came just for this sutra. If he found nothing, it would be really disappointing.

In particular, it would be even more frightening if that He Wushuang really existed.

That man came earlier than them, and landed here in the last years of Immortal Ancient times. At this time, the Immortal Sutra cannot be found, and his whereabouts can be imagined!

Shi Hao and the little ants released powerful spiritual senses and searched this place. They even wanted to disintegrate the entire mountain and turn it over completely.

boom!

The majestic sacred mountain shook, rumbled, and glowed, but it was no longer bright, it was a dark light that had been eroded by some terrible force.

After the light burst, Shi Hao and the little ant were immediately shaken away.

They didn't let the mountain break!

Gua!

A crow spreads its wings and breaks free in the dark light. In this desolate place, in this ancient burial place where the bones of heroes are buried, it is indescribably ominous.

"A crow!" The little golden ant waved his fist and was about to strike forward.

"Quack, quack, quack..." The crow spread its wings, shouted here, escaped, and then landed on the ground in the distance, standing on a skull.

"What are you transformed into?" Shi Hao asked.

He didn't believe that this was a real crow, otherwise why would it rush out of the black light?

"Don't take action against me, let me explain some doubts to you." Crow sighed, with endless vicissitudes and sadness in his eyes.

This is an ominous bird, but now it does not give people the feeling of evil. Instead, it looks like a frustrated person who has wasted his years.

"Who are you?" the ant asked, not quite believing it.

The crow stood on the skull, and behind it, a lot of black mist emerged, and then an earth-shattering cry of killing broke out, and then countless figures appeared, one after another, fighting spirits!

Black flames soared into the sky.

The crow is bathed in black mist and firelight, looking increasingly mysterious.

One after another, huge faces appeared, looking at them from the black mist.

"Heroic spirits!" Shi Hao whispered. He knew that this was the immortal emotion of the many powerful men who died in this battlefield. It was the appearance of the heroic spirits of the ancestors.

Ordinary heroic spirits do not have too much self-awareness, but only fragmented soul consciousness, and this heroic spirit that transformed into a crow is obviously very unusual and cannot be judged by common sense.

"Let me help you clear up some confusion." Crow said.

Shi Hao and Little Ant stopped talking and listened quietly.

"What you see before you is the real ultimate trial site, which is the ancient battlefield of the past."

"The corpses on the ground and the endless blood that you saw earlier existed once. They were the way this world fell into the hands of foreign lands after the final battle. You saw the corpses of your ancestors and the remains of countless powerful people."

"He Wushuang does exist, and he does have the title of 'Unparalleled in the World'. He is one of the young leaders of the foreign land in the last years of Immortal Ancient. He was born specifically to kill the young supreme in our world!"

"The battle in the dream is very real. It is a test for you. It is a real battle. If you are not He Wushuang's opponent, you will have no chance with the Immortal Sutra!"

Just these few points, Shi Hao understood everything, his ears were rumbling, and his mind was shaking and trembling!