National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

While dodging the attack of the spirit bird, the six-eared macaque was frantically absorbing the remaining resentful power in the house.

His body suddenly shook, and a huge black shadow slowly rose behind him. The shadow looked like Shen Jiaan, but it revealed endless evil and hideousness, as if it was the embodiment of the deepest fear and darkness in Shen Jiaan's heart.

The black shadow opened its arms, and suddenly, the air in the room seemed to be sucked out. A powerful suction force swept towards Shen Jiaan, trying to pull him into the endless darkness. "Go to hell——"

Shen Jia'an simply smiled faintly. That smile didn't contain the slightest fear, but instead revealed a sense of compassion. He whispered, "It's just another me controlled by resentment... Today is the day for you to be free."

"The Art of Purifying the World's Heart!" The moment Shen Jia'an silently recited this spell in his heart, a golden light emanated from his body.

Afterwards, he was completely enveloped by a layer of brilliant golden light, with countless beautiful pictures flowing in the light, like the magnificent scene of flowers blooming under the warm spring sun.

The light rushed towards the black light and shadow, and wherever it went, the darkness retreated, and the shrill screams seemed to be gradually soothed by this warm power.

When light and shadow met, a deafening roar erupted. For a moment, the whole house shook violently, cracks appeared on the walls, and tiles on the roof fell off, as if the house could collapse at any time.

The brilliant golden light and the eerie black light and shadow in the room entangled and collided violently with each other. The two seemed like irreconcilable enemies, neither willing to give in.

For a moment, the light was overflowing and extremely dazzling. The strong light was like a sharp blade, penetrating through the layers of bricks and tiles on the roof, and rushing straight into the sky with unstoppable force, as if to tear apart the haze between the world.

In a flash, the golden light seemed to be injected with endless vitality and expanded rapidly. Wherever the light reached, it seemed to have a tremendous force, and it actually dispersed the dark clouds that were as thick as ink and as oppressive as an endless abyss that shrouded the Mortal Realm Church.

The momentary light dispelled the long darkness, but the tense atmosphere of the interweaving and struggle between light and darkness came upon us like a surging wave, drowning us in an instant.

Under the impact of this surging energy, it is difficult for people to tell whether the dawn of hope has arrived at this moment, or the darkness is still lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

After about a few minutes, the light in the house, which was so dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes, slowly went out like a burned-out candle until it completely disappeared.

Then, a slight rustling sound quietly sounded, breaking the brief silence.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, they looked up and saw that the dark clouds that had just been dispersed above their heads were gathering and condensing again at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if an invisible giant hand was controlling everything, giving everyone no chance to breathe or react.

A torrential rain, carrying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and like a river pouring down from the sky, surged down from the re-gathered dark clouds. The raindrops hit the ground, splashing layers of water, playing a mysterious and exciting melody.

At the same time, the resentment in the house, which was so strong that it seemed tangible and suffocating, was now dissipating at an astonishing speed.

The black fragments embodying despair were swept up by gusts of wind carrying water vapor before they could fall to the ground. They were like fallen leaves in the wind, disappearing in an instant and being swept into the endless void, leaving no trace.

Shen Jia'an's eyes slowly swept across the mess in the house. The tables and chairs were tilted to one side and the walls were covered with cracks and mottled patterns. The ground was covered with broken bricks and stones. However, he felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his heart, and he felt relieved.

"It's over..." He just moved his fingers slightly, and after a flash of power, in an instant, the debris that was blown to the ground returned to its place as if pulled by some mysterious force.

Even the shattered windows, like pieces of a broken puzzle, slowly recovered to their original state under the influence of this magical power, intact, as if the fierce battle just now was just an illusory dream.

The matter of the real and fake "Shen Jia'an" has come to an end.

..........

On the edge of the Nine Heavens, there is a very special place. Because it is unmanaged, over time it has become a gathering place for those extremely vicious people who have nowhere to go in the Three Realms. This place is the infamous Gray Realm.

There are many legends about the Gray Realm, and one of them is the most intriguing.

It is said that in a hidden corner of the gray world, there is a mysterious space that leads directly to the underworld.

This area seemed to have been forgotten by the world. There was no time or direction. All around was a dark mist, which drifted in wisps, as if telling of endless mysteries and unknowns.

What's more, in the stories passed down from mouth to mouth, it is described as magical -

It is claimed that someone who had gone through life-threatening hardships and dangers finally entered this place was able to find his own lifeline from the gray fog that was so thick that it seemed to be tangible.

Following this fate line, the man miraculously changed his originally destined path and rewrote the trajectory of his life.

Such a fantastic legend spread quickly in the world, attracting many people to find out the truth.

However, rumors are just rumors after all. There are many wise people in the world who are well aware of the mystery of the underworld. They always have a sense of awe for it and dare not easily set foot in this forbidden place.

Therefore, although the legend is very tempting, most people just treat it as a topic of conversation after dinner, and few people really dare to go on an adventure.

But in fact, this place really exists.

Half a day ago, Qi Mo sensed that his friend's divine nature had returned. His expression changed slightly, and he gently clenched his hands. The Zhu Luoyi appeared in his hands. He shook the Zhu Luoyi, which was motionless again, and made a "tsk" sound.

He bowed slightly, then raised the wine glass in his right hand and lightly clinked it with the figure in front of him who was playing chess with him.

Only a crisp "ding" sound was heard, like the only note played in the silent gray world, breaking the silence for a moment. Then, he returned his gaze to the chessboard in front of him and continued to observe the development of the game attentively.

Qi Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars, and revealed a wise light that saw through everything. His voice was low but with unquestionable certainty as he spoke slowly.

"You lose this round."