Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

"Level [-]..."

Passing through the black thunder formation just now, Su Ziyu was greeted by a void of pale yellow mist.

At first, Su Ziyu thought it was some kind of poison.

When the mist approached like a rising tide, the sense of crisis to be wiped away made his hairs stand on end.

"Hiss... so cold..."

Su Ziyu hugged his hands subconsciously to his chest, and took a step back. The light yellow mist stopped before the [-] steps, as if the danger had some kind of barrier that couldn't be overcome.

However, Su Ziyu was stepping on the 790 nine steps, and black thunderbolts with the size of hundreds of feet fell one after another, hitting Su Ziyu with a bang.

While resisting the impact of the black thunder, Su Ziyu explored the origin of the light yellow mist.

With a flick of the finger, an energy beam condensed by spiritual energy flew out, clearing the light yellow mist, and then seemed to be swallowed by the giant mouth of a giant beast, causing no other movement.

Turning on the all-seeing real eye, Su Ziyu took a look, and a lot of data flowed into his brain. After a while, his pupils returned to normal again, and his expression was calm, but his heart was set off by a huge wave.

"The fog of history..."

The light yellow mist in front of me is just the historical fog carrying the atmosphere of decay...

What stands in the way of the truth is the fog that covers history.

Only by clearing the clouds and mists can we truly see the truth of history.

After the analysis of Quanshi Zhenyan just now, the decaying breath of the fog of history can devour everything it touches. If it is touched, the whole person will be lost in the fog, and then forgotten by time, waiting for death...

After a short thought, the black furious thunder became more and more ferocious, crashing down one after another, even exceeding the absorption limit of the dragon pattern.

In the ladder trial, there is only forward, not backward.

Just take a step back and the punishment will be doubled...

Su Ziyu gritted his teeth, looked up at the light yellow cloud and mist ahead, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and stepped into it!

The fog of history surged up proactively, engulfing Su Ziyu's figure in an instant.

At this moment, the sky ladder became empty, only the light yellow mist rolled up and swayed from time to time.

Su Ziyu opened his eyes, and his vision ahead was pale yellow.

He touched himself, and he was not swallowed by the clouds... At least all parts are still in good condition, and there are no signs of being corrupted...

"The original breath is really useful..."

At this time, Su Ziyu, the outer layer of the spiritual armor, was covered by a dark purple air current.

Next, Su Ziyu ran rampant in the fog of history. Although he couldn't tell the exact direction, he stepped on the ladder with only one goal, and that was to climb to the top.

Therefore, he does not need to know the direction, as long as he goes all the way up.

Even if he is in the fog, even if he loses his bearings, Su Ziyu still has only one belief in his heart, and that is to go all the way up!
Until, when the number of steps silently counted in his mind reached a thousand, he stopped.

not yet.

The historical fog ahead was so dense that it was unreasonably thick, and the specific situation could not be seen clearly at all, and there was a more palpitating feeling emanating from that fog.

Su Ziyu did not choose to step in hastily, but stood in front of the one thousand steps, staring ahead, in the quiet mist, it seemed that only his breathing could be heard.

"Original..."

After a pause for a few seconds, Su Ziyu stepped in, and the surrounding fog of history seemed to come to life, mixing together, changing into the shapes of skulls, and opening his huge mouth to bite him.

The original aura on the body surface suddenly increased by two to three times, and then condensed into the figure of the original demon god.

As soon as this demon god appeared, the roaring and howling skulls were immediately dispersed, then condensed, and then dispersed again, and this was repeated many times.

But Su Ziyu's foot was still hanging in the air, and he still couldn't fully step on it.

He felt that there was an invisible force in the mist that was supporting him, and the feeling of pushing and shoving became stronger and stronger, as if it would overthrow Su Ziyu to the ground in the next second.

"Give me a break!"

Su Ziyu let out a low growl, and the huge body of the original demon god suddenly swayed, and the vertical pupils and dragon eyes that exuded dragon power erupted in bursts of dark light, and the surrounding fog seemed to be afraid of the coercion of the demon god, and even took the initiative to avoid it. His vision gradually became clearer.

Looking down, one thousand and one steps is a long corridor, and Su Ziyu's feet have not yet fully set foot on it.

He gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his dangling feet were still struggling with another force, and he couldn't fully step on it.

Until, a primitive worm drilled out of his eyes, and then his whole body mutated into an occluded body of the primitive worm...

mythical form.

The primordial demon god opened his arms, hugged Su Ziyu, and stuck to his back tightly. Gradually, the two merged into one, and with an angry growl, Su Ziyu stomped down hard.

"boom!"

When he stepped on the ground, the ground was cracked into a spider web by the sudden force, and the soles of his feet sank several inches deep. Then, he retracted his left foot and stepped on the steps together.

The surrounding fog of history dissipated automatically. Just when Su Ziyu thought he had completed the ladder test, a magical beast condensed from the fog of history suddenly emerged from the depths of the long corridor. It landed on all fours and ran like a hyena, with a conical face. , was galloping towards him.

Dogs of the Mist!

A monster that feeds on the fog of history.

"roll!"

Seeing this, Su Ziyu took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and let out a mighty sound wave.

Under his control, the original demon god also let out a roar, and the whole ladder seemed to be shaking. The dog of the mist trembled as if frightened, and then turned into mist and dissipated.

And the surrounding historical fog seemed to be afraid of the original aura, not daring to approach it, so Su Ziyu heaved a sigh of relief, and walked towards the depths of this corridor.

On both sides of the passage, there is a light yellow historical fog floating, reflecting the faint yellow light, falling on Su Ziyu, like the afterglow of the dusk, full of poetic flavor.

He raised his head and found an ancient gate that reached to the dome standing in front of him.

Standing on both sides are two statues of angels with six pairs of wings on their backs. The moment Su Ziyu walked by, they seemed to have opened their eyes.