Zhiyue wanted to chop Huang Lingheng into pieces and eat it.

This is not a metaphor, but an inducement caused by the darkness and evil growing in Zhiyue's heart.

But after all, it is still within the scope of control.

Zhiyue immediately came to Qingxue's side, dispersed the pollutants and helped her up.

Although the damage caused to her was relatively weak, it also caused a certain degree of distortion on her body.

"Chen Hui! Look what good things you have done!"

"Look around you, look at us, look at Qingxue!"

Shen Hui, who has never been shaken, after hearing these words, especially Qingxue at the end.

The body shook.

Seeing the effect, Huang Lingheng struggled to get up and said tremblingly:

"It's okay...she's okay. I was the one who said nonsense before...before."

Chen Hui turned to look at Huang Lingheng, feeling a huge sense of oppression coming towards him.

He was immediately plunged into darkness, and his ears were filled with the howling sea wind and waves.

He is like a lonely boat in the endless sea of ​​darkness.

I don’t know where I will drift to in the end, and I don’t know what I will encounter.

Everything is unknown.

The only thing he can know is that everything is unknown.

Always fearful, always on tenterhooks.

It was like a knife was slowly cutting his flesh, and it was extremely painful.

Here, time has lost its meaning.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was hundreds of years, maybe it was just that moment.

In the silent darkness, there was finally new movement.

There was a huge crashing sound behind Huang Lingheng, and Huang Lingheng slowly looked back.

It was an unknown giant hidden in the darkness.

A soft white light appeared.

Huang Lingheng faced his fear again, and all the accumulated emotions exploded exponentially at this moment.

His body was stiff, his eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated.

That's the father of sharks!

But at this moment, the surrounding darkness subsided, and the figure of the father of the sharks gradually disappeared.

Huang Lingheng returns to the real world from the illusion that is both fake and real.

Although his spirit and reason have been tortured to the point where he is not human anymore.

Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng also fell into a brief illusion of reality and falsehood just now, but it was not as serious as Huang Lingheng.

They didn't know how much time had passed.

But when they exited, they all looked ahead in shock.

There was not only heavy dust, but also clear snow.

Qingxue seemed to wake up somehow when they fell into the illusion of reality and falsehood.

I don’t know how long this period of time lasted, and I don’t know what happened.

But Qingxue looked distracted at the moment, but she hugged Shen Hui tightly in the form of the Creator.

The polluted smell that floated out from Chen Hui's body, like a combination of water and mist, was invading Qingxue's body.

The barbs on Chen Hui's body also penetrated into her body.

Blood surged and slowly flowed out from Qingxue's seven orifices and torso.

On Shen's gray-black body, slender, bright red, eye-catching blood stains were dotted and outlined.

A glimmer of light gradually appeared in the dark eyes on Chen Hui's chest.

That indescribable, weird aura is fading.

The sharp-toothed mouth on the face slowly closed until no gap was left, and it turned into a face without features again.

The barbs at the joints retracted into the body, and the dorsal fins on the back transformed into tentacles again.

The black water and fog in the halo were also peeled off, turning into a dusk-like color again.

The gray form of creation gradually returned to normal.

The ever-expanding world of death also stopped and even began to converge back.

The layer of black water on the ground and the pollution on the ground all turned into black smoke floating in the air.

The oppression, depression and fear lingering in Zhiyue's and the others' hearts finally disappeared.

Both mentally and physically, at this moment it seemed as if they had broken free from under a hundred thousand mountains.

That feeling of relaxation is simply wonderful.

A hand in the form of the Ashy Creator peeled off a burst of rolling mist and turned into a human arm.

This arm caressed Qingxue's head, and a hoarse and low voice came from Shen Hui's body:

"So you're fine..."

After saying that, Chen Hui fell directly to the ground.

A large amount of smoke came out of the body, and the body completely changed from the Creator form back to a human being.

Qingxue also fell down together and lost consciousness.

Only Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng were left looking at each other. All this was too sudden for them.

Apart from the physical damage caused to the streets, everything has disappeared, although there are still various traces.

In the sky above the city, the black "filter" also dissipated, and the sky became clear again.

Everyone who paid attention to the changes in the sky saw the abnormal weather disappear and continued to go about their own business.

Completely unaware that a crisis has gone away.

The remaining Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng are not in very good condition either.

In the world of death, facing the ashes, in that illusion that is both true and false.

Their spirits and rationality were greatly shaken.

Especially Zhiyue, she also absorbed the power of the world of death.

Now when I relax, I suddenly feel lethargic, everything in front of me becomes blurry, my head feels dizzy and I feel nauseous.

"I...can't do it anymore, you lead us to vomit~ Let's go, pay attention to the World Association's human vomit~"

Zhiyue said and sat directly on the ground, unable to help but vomit.

Now only Leng Zimeng is slightly better.

However, she saw that there were four people present, three of them had lost consciousness, and one was on the verge of death.

I really don't know how I can take them all away.

Even if you resist once, you can only resist two!

And also avoid people from the World Association who may be nearby.

Leng Zimeng suddenly felt his head grow bigger, and his condition seemed to be getting worse.

But Leng Zimeng could only grit his teeth and curse, adding a bit of warmth to his cold face:

"Damn it! The whole mess is left to me!"

Leng Zimeng began to drag everyone together.

Start trying to figure out how to get rid of four people at once.

Lift one in the left hand, one in the right hand, and resist one on each shoulder...failed.

Defeat four people at once...failed.

Show off, don't care about anything...success.

Leng Zimeng sat helplessly on the ground, ready to think of a solution or find some tools nearby.

But at this moment, the barrier that Leng Zimeng isolated here was corroded by the world of death.

In addition, there is no new strength supplement from Leng Zimeng, and Leng Zimeng cannot provide it.

The barrier finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed and disappeared.

The aura condensed here is always different from that outside, and there is also a sense of fluctuation that once unfolded and descended into the world of creation.

It spreads out immediately, and although it is very noticeable, it will disappear quickly.

But in the end, it was sensed by people from the nearby World Association.

Leng Zimeng secretly thought it was bad, it was bad now.

But at this moment, they were at the passage of the closed street.

A man wearing a clown mask walked over with a middle-aged man behind him.

"Hermit, I leave the aftermath to you."

Then the Fool looked at Leng Zimeng and the others laughed: "Did you have fun?"
Chapter completed!