Suddenly, a blue-black liquid surged under Gu Yusheng's feet, like some kind of magnetic water current, and quickly rushed towards those lonely tombstones.

When the liquid came into contact with the tombstone, it began to wriggle and climb, and soon the air above the tombstone began to distort.

Something is rising from the ground.

Soon, several figures slowly emerged from the ground. Each figure was tall and pale, making it impossible to look directly at them.

The moment Fu Zijin saw these figures, he felt uneasy in his heart, and the oppressive feeling almost made it difficult for him to breathe.

Compared to Loki, they are more powerful and seem to contain a breath from the abyss, which makes people want to lower their heads and avoid them involuntarily.

Gu Yusheng seemed to be unconcerned about this. He glanced at Sang Zhi with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"What are you still thinking about?"

Sang Zhi's eyes were a little erratic, and when Gu Yusheng asked her this, she came back to her senses, "Nothing."

She raised her hand slightly, and several exquisitely carved bodies appeared beside her.

Each body has several divine cores, which are obviously carefully prepared.

After seeing these bodies, the pale and tall figures slowly walked towards them.

They stretched out their hands, and a black aura swept over like a tide.

The spreading black fog obscured the vision, and the entire space became turbid and unclear in an instant, as if it had lost all its colors.

There were bursts of noisy noises in my ears.

Fu Zijin frowned and squinted his eyes in the chaos.

In those few seconds, he witnessed a terrifying war.

The conflict between the gods reached its peak.

A Ragnarok broke out.

The realm of the gods was filled with corpses and seas of blood, enough to form mountains of corpses that were too numerous to look at.

This is not just a war, but a complete disaster.

At the moment the gods fell, the world was filled with overwhelming resentment.

The souls of those gods are cursed and cannot rest in peace.

Their anger and pain lingered in the void, lingering for a long time and corroding all life and existence.

The power of God did not disappear at the moment of his fall. Instead, it condensed into a twisted force that spread wantonly and polluted the entire world.

Pollution is mixed in the cracks of time and space, traveling through endless space and spreading to every world.

It has become an invisible toxin, eroding the order and peace of the world.

Everything began to distort and collapse because of this.

It was during this Ragnarok that horror games came into being.

It does not originate from human desire.

The existence of horror games is like the embers of the gods' wrath, burning every trajectory of fate.

It takes countless lives as sacrifices to appease the out-of-control resentment and prevent it from spreading to the wider world.

But despite the horror games, the resentment of the fallen gods cannot be suppressed.

The nine ancestral gods opened up the land of chaos and planted the seeds of the Tree of Life.

The bodies of those gods were hidden in this area.

The Tree of Life became the order of the world of gods.

There must be a powerful enough god to suppress this place.

The ancestor god was willing to die in order to summon the ruler of the chaotic land.

Chaos.

Since his birth, Chaos has been the result of the gods' petition.

His destiny is to protect the order of the world of gods.

Now, even though cracks have appeared in the Tree of Life, the seal cannot be opened because Chaos is still here.

Xiao Huai is Chaos's weak spot.

Whether he is dead or alive, as long as he has this body, it will not be difficult to stimulate Chaos.

Their plan was about to succeed.

-

This road is a very ordinary dirt road.

Xiao Huai could already see the outline of the Tree of Life, but suddenly, a deep black aura swept over.

Before Xiao Huai could fully react, a sharp blade-like edge tore out from the black air and pierced straight into Xiao Huai's head.

Xiao Huai's action was almost instinctive. He dodged sideways suddenly. The sharp blade grazed his cheek, bringing a sharp pain. Blood splashed out instantly, staining his skin red.

But he did not pause at all. He turned around and his eyes penetrated the black fog and fell on the group of figures that suddenly appeared.

More than a dozen tall figures stood there, looking at Xiao Huai coldly.

Their perfect exterior hides a terrifying existence.

Xiao Huai's eyes darkened as he saw through their true nature.

The souls of those people had long been corrupted. They were evil gods who died in Ragnarok, and the brutal resentment had long since overflowed from their bodies, transforming into everlasting polluting monsters.

The black gas rose again and quickly condensed into a terrifying force, rushing straight towards Xiao Huai.

Each black energy was like a fatal blow, slashing down fiercely, trying to tear Xiao Huai apart.

Although Xiao Huai was in extremely bad condition, he still activated the Tiansha state, devouring their evil thoughts and transforming them into his own strength.

The red diamond turned into a long sword, facing the black air that was rushing towards him.

When the black gas collided with the sword, there was a loud noise. Xiao Huai's body shook and he staggered back a few steps. His heart was beating violently and his breathing became a little rapid.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, finally, a fierce attack hit Xiao Huai's chest like lightning. He groaned, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The powerful impact knocked him far away.

What a coincidence... I actually bumped into the Tree of Life.

"cough--"

The violent impact caused the tree trunks to tremble slightly.

All his bones were broken and his chest was squeezed so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked down and saw that a large amount of blood was retching from the depths of his throat, staining the tree trunk red.

Xiao Huai closed his eyes in pain and could hardly support his body.

Every breath he took felt like he was bearing a thousand-pound hammer. His hands gripped the ground tightly, his fingertips almost embedded in the soil.

However, the next second, the cold edge swept over again, and Xiao Huai had no time to retreat here.

In the distance, Gu Yusheng quietly watched Xiao Huai entangled with these ancient evil gods.

"He's losing."

Gu Yusheng could see that Xiao Huai's original condition was not good. Although Sima Ming allowed him to successfully reach the Land of Chaos, Sima Ming also caused him to enter three dungeons in a row without any rest time.

Even gods might not be able to withstand this intensity, let alone Xiao Huai?

But what happened next made Gu Yusheng open his eyes slightly.

"Ha...haha, I knew you wouldn't admit defeat."

A gentle breeze blew, and black flowers continued to bloom on the ground.

Their petals are like silk corroded by venom, with slightly cloudy edges, like burning black flames.

Flower of Evil...

Forced to be summoned a second time.

Every time a flower of evil blooms, Xiao Huai becomes weaker.

This was something he had to pay for with his life.

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